Page 27 of Gemini Christmas
Nor is she his only defender.
Maxim lifts his head from between Zara’s luscious thighs, blond hair loosened from his braid and spilling over one shoulder. He finds my gaze with his tawny dragon eyes.
“Zephyr is no threat to you, sweetheart,”he says to me softly in his guttural Russian, the mother tongue we share.“He loves you. As you love him. And you will make everyone’s life in this harem much easier when you admit this to be true.”
Now that’s simply not playing fair.
Maxim knows as well as any of our mates that the quickest way to disarm me is to utter those three terrible words.
I’m indifferent to hatred, but utterly undone by love.
“For fuck’s sake, darlings.” I snap the flogger with an irritablecrack!that makes Zephyr twitch. “You all know perfectly well how this game is played. I’ll ‘take it easy’ with His fucking Quintessence as soon as he makes a sound and fuckingsubmits.”
I punctuate that statement of intent with another irritable smack—barely painful, but pissy—that lashes across the Dark Fae’s delectably fuckable ass.
Zephyr’s green head turns to fix me with a baleful stare.
With deliberate precision, he says, “Ow.”
Mordred throws back his head and lets out a great shout of laughter that rings from the rafters. My narrow stare spears him like a javelin.
That cackling demon is straddling Lucius’ hips, pinning our headmaster’s increasingly unresistant body to the floor, while Mordred unbuttons Lucius’ mannerly cardigan sweater.
Still chortling, the demon meets my censorious glare with a wink. “Gave you what you wanted, didn’t he, babydoll? You wanted Cousin Z to holler and he did… kinda. Looks like it’s time for some aftercare, true?”
I’m perfectly well aware that itistrue. My responsibilities in this scenario now require that I behave… tenderly… toward our resident Dark Fae tyrant.
“How lovely to be you,” I say sourly to Zephyr. “Even your estranged sex demon second cousin once removed appears to be firmly on your side.”
“We are not estranged any longer. As you’re well aware, I’m fucking him,” Zephyr says calmly. “And by the moon, Vasili Romanov, we are—all of us—on the same side.”
Also true, of course. As I’m reluctantly compelled to acknowledge.
Still, my prickly pride is mollified to note the Dark Fae King hasn’t budged from his supplicant’s place, bent forward and braced against the mantle.
He’s still submitting to me. Even now. Waiting on my word to release him.
Deliberately, I let the flogger fall from my hand. I don’t hear it hit the floor and wonder briefly if the house has taken it back, the instrument’s dark purpose now fulfilled.
I sashay toward the fire, hips swaying with every step, feet thudding into the bearskin rug like hooves. In the process, I wind past Mordred, finally having his wicked way with Lucius, nuzzling and nipping his way down Lucius’ bare chest while our wolf growls and mutters in rising pleasure.
Next I prowl past Neo, deliciously naked and earnestly lubing up his thick bookworm dick while he kneels behind Ash. Our Light Fae Prince waits patiently for Neo to ream him, planted on hands and knees, silver head lowered and firelight gleaming on the angel wings tattooed across his powerful shoulders.
Meanwhile, Maxim has returned to long slow licks of Zara’s glistening bare pussy. Truly, he’s a very devoted dragon. He loves nothing more than making our girl come until she screams with pleasure.
Still, Max pauses in his mission long enough to shoot me a pleading upward look.
Be nice to him, sweetheart, that look is saying.Zephyr has yielded. Now you must.
I give Max the lifted Romanov eyebrow and gesture with an airy swirl of my fingers for him to resume his business.
What he said, Goblin King,Zara whispers again through our mating bond. She’s still closely linked with me and Max, even while Ronin has returned to licking and suckling her gorgeous tits and she’s racing toward a splendid big O that will probably blow every fuse in this cottage. One hopes this house comes equipped with a diesel generator to kick in when the power goes down.
“I hardly know why everyone seems so terribly worried,” I say teasingly to Zephyr’s averted head, “about just what I’ll do to you next.”
Zephyr’s face turns toward me, revealing a glimpse of his hooded eye and the corner of his mouth, curled slightly in a private smile.
I glide into place behind him to block his escape (just in case he’s planning one). The narrow green band of his eyepatch slashes diagonally across his sleek head. I know the accessory chafes him. Yet he seems to feel it’s necessary to hide his supposed deformity from the outside world.
