Page 28 of Gemini Christmas
Well, we’re no outsiders. We’re his family.
Even me.
Gently I slide a finger under the band and ease the infernal thing from Zephyr’s head. His breath hitches and his back quivers. But he makes no move to stop me.
In truth, I’m deeply pleased that he trusts me enough to allow this singular intimacy. Trusts me enough to be vulnerable.
Carefully I place the eyepatch on the mantle, where it will be safe from harm.
Then I tuck myself behind him, hands rising to grip his taut waist. I lean into his smooth skin and tensile heat. His freshly flogged ass blazes with warmth against my cool thighs. The dwindling fire laps my skin and frames his body in a nimbus of dancing gold.
The rich spicy scent of burnt amber and sunbaked dragonhide rises from his silky hair to fill my head. I breathe in deep and graze the tip of his pointed ear with my lips.
That flicker of barely-there contact against the Dark Fae equivalent of a G spot makes Zephyr gasp more sharply than any lash. I note this effect with mingled annoyance and amusement.
But I find myself giving way to the latter.
With a low chuckle, I bend to whisper in his ear, “Darling, you do realize you’re the most vexing thing in my entire life?”
He exhales his reply on a barely audible whisper. “Then, forsooth, we have that in common.”
“Hmmm.” Being so close to him—my rival and my love—has my cock stiff and aching. I flex and arch my throbbing length into the base of his spine. I’m considerably taller than the slightly built Fae. Still, from this angle, I only need to bend my knees a smidge to tuck my delectable dinky neatly into the hot snug crack between his reddened ass cheeks.
A hoarse groan rises from his lean tight body. He quivers head to foot, like a wild buck poised on the bare edge of flight.
Then he presses his pucker, very subtly, into the shaft of my probing dick.
By now, my ravenous cock is drooling with eagerness and straining to be buried balls deep in the Dark Fae King.
He’smine.I’mhis. Tonight and always.
Still, I mustn’t neglect the preliminary courtesies.
I flex a few fibers of telekinetic muscle. The invisible fist of my witchcraft lifts the open tube of lubricant Neo has discarded on the floor. I curl the fingers of my casting hand and send the tube sailing through the air into my waiting palm.
“Will you truly bend for me?” I murmur in Zephyr’s ear, because I can still barely grasp this unprecedented development. “If I promise to be… nice?”
Now it’s Zephyr’s turn to chuckle. He rubs into my eager dick like the cock-tease he’s been for as long as I’ve known him. Slick with my own precum, I hiss and undulate against the enticing heat of his pucker.
“Will you?” I press, sounding far hotter and more bothered—even desperate—than I meant to.
His reply emerges on a languid moan. “Try me and see, beautiful one.”
Chapter Nine
Zara
Oh, hell to the yeah.
It’s only Christmas Eve, and our night started out sucky, literally wheels-up in a ditch.
But fuck if this isn’t turning into the best fucking Christmas of my entire fuckinglife.
I’ve got a naked Ronin sprawled next to me like a sexy panther, slowly fisting his pierced dick and suckling my over-sensitive nipples, in a way that sends tingling jolts of pleasure shooting through my system to swell my clit and clench my pussy with every pull of his hungry mouth.
I’ve got a naked Max crouched between my quivering thighs, spreading my knees wide with his hot hands and tongue-fucking my needy hole like he’s hunting for buried treasure down there. (Because every dragon loves treasure.)
I’ve got Mordred sexing me up from six feet away, noisily appreciating his first up-close-and-personal with Lucius’ knot, and getting ready to wrap his versatile sex demon mouth around the whole thing and suck Lucius off like a vacuum hose.
