Page 39 of The Orc Who Hated Christmas
Cas pressed his face against Graal’s sternum, smiling. “No. Pixies may look small and delicate, but we’re tough and fierce.”
“I’ve come to realise that.” Graal’s hand wrapped around the bottom of a wing. He gave a little tug. “Actually, these seem strong enough for me to be able to hold onto when I fuck you.” He tugged again.
The movement jolted Cas, and he whimpered. His cock plumped against Graal’s thigh.
Graal chuckled, low and mischievous. Then, with a quick movement, he rolled Cas onto his back.
Graal knelt above him, gazing down at him with glinting yellow eyes that promised all manner of pleasure. His half-hard dick hung heavy. Already Cas could smell the arousal wafting off him.
Breath hitching, Cas spread his legs like the wanton slut he was for Graal. Graal was like some sort of sex god, and Cas wanted to worship on his knees before him.
Graal’s eyebrow rose. “I’ll take that as an invitation.”
Graal managed to wring two orgasms from Cas before letting Cas suck him to completion. Cas still couldn’t get most of Graal’s cock into his mouth. But one had to have goals to aspire to.
It was probably closer to noon when Graal and Cas stumbled from his room. Although, one couldn’t tell the time of day from looking out the window.
“I’m hungry,” Cas announced as he strolled into the main room.
“I wonder why?” Jasper said.
Leo, a mirror image of his twin, snorted. “You’ve been holed up in your room, fucking for two days straight. I’m surprised you can stand.”
Cas smirked. He didn’t point out that with each step he took, he could a feel twinge inside his body where Graal had stretched him and fucked him deep.
“There is stew. We also have some dried berry and cinnamon rolls here.” Briar gestured to the plate of rolls.
Wulfric sat beside him. He reached forward and took a roll.
“Lachlan baked them, and they should be eaten today before they get stale,” Briar said.
Kit, who’d turned out to be a cat shifter, perked up at the sound of Lachlan’s name. It had come as quite a surprise to realise the cat Lachlan had taken in as his familiar was in fact a catshifter. He’d shifted the first night during the snowstorm into his human form. No one had been more surprised than Lachlan.
Now Lachlan didn’t seem to know what to do with Kit. Although, Cas could have sworn he’d heard moans coming from their room last night.
“How are you doing this morning, Kit?” Cas asked as he grabbed a couple of rolls and handed one to Graal.
“How long do you think Lachlan will be in the bakery? Should I go down and help?” Kit leaned forward as if ready to run out of the room after Lachlan. Even in his human form, Kit wanted to follow Lachlan around. Unfortunately, Lachlan seemed to be avoiding Kit.
“I think he is fine on his own.” Briar scratched Archimedes’s head. “He’s with Grady. So he probably doesn’t need help.”
Kit’s whole body slumped, his gaze dropping.
“You should eat, Kit.” Briar lifted the plate and held it out to him. “You haven’t eaten much the last couple of days.”
“I’m not hungry.” Kit’s voice was barely over a whisper.
Briar frowned and looked at Cas.
Hopefully, whatever was going on between Lachlan and Kit would resolve soon. Cas ate his roll and grabbed another. Beside him, Graal devoured several.
“What should we do today?” Briar gazed out the window, watching the snow.
“We should make Christmas decorations!” Cas declared. The room held a Christmas tree and quite a few decorations already. But more was always better.
“Oh!” Briar perked up. “I collected pine cones in the forest a little while ago. I thought you might want to use them for your decorations.”
Cas’s wings fluttered. “And we have dried oranges and lemons downstairs. And I always have a huge supply of ribbons. And we can make paper stars too. I bought a stack of paper just for this purpose.”
