Page 29 of Gemini Christmas
I’ve got sweet bookworm Neo close enough to touch, working his way into Ash’s tight ass one gasp and moan at a time. (Clearly, all the Christmas cuddling has Neo feeling a lot better.) The whole time, Ash trembles and whimpers under this slow but relentless reaming like the sweetly submissive bottom out giant Seelie warrior truly is.
Plus, not to be missed, I’ve got thepièce de résistance.
The cherry on my sundae.
The Olympic gold medal of all our searching and struggling and striving to come together as a nine-person polycule throughout this exciting and invigorating, but also confusing and challenging, year.
To be specific, my cherry on top is Zephyr—in all his Moon-Dazzled Radiance—bending for Vasili over the fireplace mantle.
For the first timeever.
Sweet Jesus. I’m so excited and so happy—for all our sakes—that this shit’s finally happening between those two frenemies, for real.
Not to mention, I’m so turned on I’m gonna cream all over Max’s talented and highly devoted tongue in about fifteen seconds.
Tops.
With the dwindling fire behind them, burning down to a heap of glowing embers and an occasional lick of flame, my two most vicious warlocks are etched in silhouette. Zephyr’s smaller than Vasili, and V’s standing between us, so I can barely see the Dark Fae. Only Zephyr’s outstretched arms, honed and knotted with dragonrider muscle, outflung to grip the mantle like he’s about to be crucified.
And then there’s Vasili.
Fuck. Me. Sideways.
I know him but I don’t.
He’s Vasili but he’s not.
Seen in shadow from behind like this, the tall supple length of my dominant alpha is gorgeously familiar, crowned by a punk-rock shag of silver hair that limns his head like a halo. But the thick curving horns that branch over his head… and the satyr-like goat’s hooves planted on the floorboards…
Yeah, no. Those are new.
Not gonna lie. I’m secretly relieved his scary braided horsehair Krampus whip seems to have gone bye-bye. Like, literally, that thing vanished the second V dropped it. But, whip or no whip, we still have the actual Krampus.
For better or worse.
Now he’s gonna give Zephyr the royal ass reaming of Zephyr’s Dark Fae dreams.
What with Vasili being so tall, the angle for a fuck between them isn’t great. My head pops up, peering over Ronin’s shoulder, in a vain attempt to see how V’s gonna handle it.
Feeling the burn of my intense interest crackling through our bond, Vasili—or Krampus—looses a deep thunder of a chuckle. That wicked laugh rolls over my skin like the subtle vibrato of a sonic boom.
“It seems our little queen,” V rumbles, in a voice like black velvet, “craves a closer view of her Christmas gift.”
What little I can see of Zephyr from this angle shivers all over. The Fae are hella sensitive and perceptive in all sorts of ways, but they’re no telepaths.
Yet Vasili’s just told Zephyr exactly what I need.
“By the moon,” Zephyr breathes in a ribbon of voice like gray silk. “Let no man ever say I have not done all in my power to please my bride.”
Hearing that, Max grunts in approval against my clit, a hot puff of breath that licks my swollen pearl like a tongue of fire. Aching with need, that tiny bud pulses against Max’s tongue. I arch into his mouth with a moan. My swollen belly rises, full and proud, against the glowing gold of the fire.
Deftly Zephyr twists away and slips around Vasili’s horned and looming form, with a complicated sidelong look at V’s increasingly obvious transformation into the Christmas monster. Briefly I worry this whole Krampus manifestation might be more of a fuck than Zephyr was actually bargaining for.
But Zephyr’s the Dark Fae King for, like,reasons.
His single eye flickers over V’s junk (still not viewable to me from behind). Zephyr’s mouth curls in a hungry grin that shows both his tiny incisors. Honestly speaking, his face should look naked and defenseless without his missing eyepatch to conceal the scarred empty socket he’s always so desperate to hide.
Instead, Zephyr just looks savage. Like the wild, barely tamed predator he is.
