Chapter 35
Naughty List
Iwas still giggling about the antler competition as I walked into the cabin. The image of Don strutting down the runway with a miniature aurora borealis suspended between his antlers was going to be burned into my memory forever.
“I can’t believe how seriously everyone takes that competition.” I flopped onto the couch, ready for a relaxing rest of the night watching Christmas movies with my men. “Though I have to admit I’m a little disappointed I didn’t get to show off my own rack.”
The room went silent. Nine pairs of eyes snapped to me with an intensity that made my skin tingle. Apparently, my little joke landed with all the grace of an elf falling off the shelf.
Vix recovered first, his eyes darkening to a shade that meant trouble—the good kind. “Nobody’s seeing your rack except us.”
“Ever.” Pierce’s jaw was tight enough to crack chestnuts as he shrugged off his coat. His movements suggested he was fighting for control.
I rolled my eyes, though I couldn’t quite suppress the flush warming my cheeks. “It was a joke, you possessive reindeer. It’s classic North Pole humor.”
There was not an ounce of amusement to be found on any of their faces. My attempt at defusing the tension was having the opposite effect.
Kip plopped down beside me, his thigh pressing against mine. “I’d be more than willing to judge your rack in a private competition if you’re feeling left out.” His fingers trailed up my arm.
“Oh? What would be the criteria for first place?” I straightened in my seat, tilting my head with mock seriousness while trying to ignore the heat spreading through me at Kip’s suggestion.
“Quality construction.” Dash leaned against the doorframe with a smirk that could melt the North Pole’s ice caps.
I laughed, playing along. “Fine. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
The temperature in the room seemed to rise ten degrees as they exchanged glances.
Blitz’s eyes gleamed as he rubbed his hands together like he’d been handed the keys to Santa’s sleigh. “Sounds fair to me.”
Don, still riding his second-place high, was already unbuttoning his shirt. His fingers worked each button with a deliberate slowness that made my mouth go dry.
“Wait, I wasn’t actually…” My protest died on my lips as the men began to move.
They were already rearranging furniture with the efficiency of elves on December 23rd, shoving the coffee table against the wall and clearing a path through the center of the room.
Pierce dimmed the lights while Vix pointed a light toward the center of the room. The casual movie night I’d anticipated was transforming before my eyes into something altogether more... interesting.
Dane connected his phone to the speaker system, and seconds later, music started to play. Thankfully, it wasn’t anything holiday-themed, which would have been a little weird considering what we were about to do.
“Should I get some dollar bills or...” I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, trying to maintain some semblance of composure.
Rudy’s eyes sparkled with a rare gleam of mischief as he rolled his shoulders in preparation. “Your undivided attention will do.”
“We’re taking this very seriously, so honest scoring is a must.” Cole appeared with a clipboard, paper, and a pen, handing them to me. “To keep track of your unbiased scores.”
I bit my lip to keep from laughing. “On a scale of one to ten? Or should I use Christmas-themed ratings? Like candy canes?”
Dane fiddled with his phone, and the music shifted to something with a deeper, more sensual beat. “Rate us however you want, sweetheart. But know that I’m aiming for nothing less than the naughty list.”
With everyone on board for a little show, Blitz stepped forward first, tearing open his button-up shirt with such force that buttons pinged off the walls.
“That was my favorite shirt!” Cole’s protest was drowned out by my spontaneous burst of applause.
Blitz flexed. “Worth it.”
I wrote down his score. “Eight. Excessive property damage, excellent execution.”
Don approached next, already shirtless. He executed a perfect body roll that ended with him on his knees in front of me, his hands sliding up my calves.
“Holy mistletoe,” I whispered, my magic stirring in response. Frost patterns bloomed across the paper as I wrote his score. “Nine out of ten. Out of bounds, but much appreciated.”
Pierce stepped forward next, unhooking his belt and removing it while maintaining eye contact. “Some of us prefer quality over theatrics.”
The belt made a satisfying snap as he pulled it free completely, one eyebrow arched in challenge.
I swallowed hard. “Whoever said Christmas comes once a year clearly never met you guys. I give you a nine for lack of theatrics.”
Kip nearly choked with laughter, while Vix was already unbuttoning his jeans, clearly impatient for his turn.
One by one, they paraded before me, each more ridiculous than the last. Cole performed a striptease, including throwing his clothes at me, which had me howling with laughter.
Dash moonwalked. Kip did some kind of weird robot dance that somehow still managed to be sexy.
Dane and Vix teamed up, spinning each other like they were auditioning for Dancing with the Stars: North Pole Edition.
By the time Rudy took his turn, I was breathless from laughing. But when he locked eyes with me, slowly removing his Henley with no frills to reveal the sculpted planes of his chest, my laughter faded into something much hungrier.
He stepped toward me, holding out his hand. “Your turn.”
I looked down at my clipboard of scores that I’d stopped keeping. “I really need to catch up on my scoring.”
Kip plucked the clipboard and pen from my hands. “Let’s be honest here, you’re a perfect ten.”
I rolled my eyes but let Rudy pull me to my feet. They spread out around the room, sitting on couches and chairs or leaning against walls.
Why was I so nervous? They’d all seen me naked every which way.
I stood in the center of the room as their hungry eyes fixated on me with an intensity that made my magic spark beneath my skin.
“I don’t exactly have stripping experience.” I tugged at the hem of my sweater.
Don leaned forward in his seat. “Do whatever feels right.”
I closed my eyes for a second, letting the rhythm sink deep under my skin. My hands drifted over my hips and up my sides before I cupped my breasts. I moved my hands back down to the hem of my sweater.
My breaths quickened as I swayed my hips, pulling my sweater over my head with a flourish. The cool air kissed my skin as I stood before them in my bra and leggings.
A chorus of appreciative groans filled the room. Pierce’s eyes were locked on mine, dark and intense. Vix was practically vibrating with impatience.
I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my leggings, sliding them slowly down my hips in a move that was half dance, half torture for everyone involved. My magic flared with my growing confidence, creating tiny glittering snowflakes that were suspended in the air around me.
“I think I should get extra points for the special effects.” I kicked my leggings aside with a grin.
The answering growls told me I’d won first place.
I smiled, feeling powerful. The awkwardness that had initially gripped me melted away. These men wanted me. All of me. And I wanted them to see.
An idea sparked in my mind, and I let my magic flow. Ice crystallized in front of me, forming and reshaping until a translucent chair sat in the center of the room.
Dane whistled low. “Now that’s what I call a prop.”
I turned my back to them, looking over my shoulder as I reached for my bra clasp. It joined my sweater and leggings on the floor. Nine sharp inhales hit my ears at once.
I slowly turned around, and my nipples hardened from the way they all leaned forward slightly, as if drawn by an invisible force.
“This view beats any antler display I’ve ever seen.” Dash’s fingers twitched at his sides.
My heart beat wildly as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my underwear. For a split second, insecurity caught me off guard, but then the bond between us pulsed with reassurance and desire.
I slid the remaining fabric down, leaving me completely bare before them.
I walked around the chair, trailing my finger across the back before I sat.
I’d expected it to be cold, but my magic had created something that felt cool without being uncomfortable.
I spread my legs wide, giving them an unobstructed view.
“Exquisite,” Rudy breathed, like he had never seen me before.
Blitz adjusted his very evident erection. “Absolutely perfect.”
Their praise washed over me, chasing away any lingering doubt. To know these men were turned on from just looking at me was a heady feeling.
I moved my hands to my breasts, cupping their fullness, savoring how they fit perfectly in my palms. My fingers traced lazy circles around the curves before I slid my thumbs over my hardened nipples. A shiver raced down my spine as I teased myself, watching their expressions darken even more.
The way they tracked every movement of my hands made my skin tingle with awareness, and my magic responded to their collective desire by making the air shimmer around us.
I pinched my nipples lightly, gasping at the sharp pleasure that shot straight between my thighs.
My back arched involuntarily as I displayed myself even more on my ice throne.
Vix fisted his hands at his sides. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
“You look good enough to eat.” Kip took a half-step forward before catching himself.
“Touch yourself,” Cole said, his voice barely audible. “Let us see how you touch that glorious pussy.”
Heat flooded my cheeks, but my hands moved of their own accord, trailing down my stomach, over my thighs, before finally dipping between my legs. I was already wet and aching. My fingers slid easily through my slick folds, finding the bundle of nerves that made my breath catch.
Pierce’s gaze burned into me. “Yes, just like that.”
“So fucking beautiful.” Dane’s voice was reverent.
I began to move my fingers in slow circles, my head falling back as pleasure built. The bond between us amplified everything, and I could almost feel their hands on me.
“Watch us while you touch yourself,” Dash commanded.
I forced my heavy lids open, and the sight that greeted me nearly pushed me over the edge. All nine had unzipped their pants, freeing themselves, their hands working their cocks at the same pace as me.
“This is what you do to us,” Don’s voice was strained, his movements controlled but desperate.
“Every. Single. Day.” Blitz punctuated each word with a thrust into his fist.
“Faster,” I groaned, unsure if I was instructing them or myself.
They obeyed regardless, their breathing growing more ragged with each stroke. The bond between us thrummed, carrying sensations back and forth until I couldn’t tell where my pleasure ended and theirs began.
I wanted more. With my free hand, I channeled my magic, cold energy swirling around my fingers. A perfectly smooth and glistening icicle formed, precisely shaped for exactly what I had in mind.
Kip’s eyes widened comically. “Holy candy canes.”
I trailed the icicle across my collarbone, then down between my breasts, leaving a glistening path of moisture. The cold against my heated skin sent shivers through me, my nipples hardening further.
“This might be the most North Pole thing I’ve ever done,” I laughed breathlessly as I brought the icicle lower, circling my entrance with its cool tip.
Pierce’s jaw tightened, his hand stilling momentarily. “You’re killing us.”
I locked eyes with Rudy as I slowly pressed the icicle inside. The delicious contrast of cold penetration and my internal heat made me gasp. My magic kept it perfectly intact, the temperature just shy of uncomfortable.
“I guess I’m finally embracing the Christmas spirit.” I worked the icicle deeper, my back arching off the chair.
Dane made a strangled noise somewhere between a laugh and a groan. “That’s not what that phrase means.”
I fucked myself with my creation, my legs trembling as I neared my peak. My magic responded to my heightened emotions, and the ice chair beneath me glowed with soft blue light.
“We’re all yours, Neve.” Rudy’s voice cut through the haze of pleasure. “Every part of us.”
“Forever.” Dane’s eyes never left where the icicle disappeared inside me.
“Show us,” Vix demanded, his voice rough. “Show us what it looks like when you come apart.”
The raw need in their voices, the intensity of their gazes, and the bond pulsing between us was too much. I fucked myself harder, my other hand returning to work my clit.
“That’s it,” Pierce said through gritted teeth, his own movements growing erratic. “Let go.”
A cry tore from my throat as pleasure crashed over me. Their moans joined mine, and white-hot pleasure ricocheted back and forth across the bonds until I couldn’t tell where mine ended and theirs began.
My pussy clamped down on the icicle-shaped cock, and I finally let the magic holding it together go. The melting sensation made me tremble harder, my legs squeezing together.
When my pleasure finally began to retreat, I collapsed back against the chair, my chest heaving. The men looked equally wrecked, disheveled and satisfied, their eyes still fixed on me.
Cole was the first to move, tucking himself away before approaching me. He knelt beside the chair, pressing a gentle kiss to my knee. “I think we have our winner.”
I laughed, breaking the intensity of the moment, and the others joined in. They fixed their clothing and moved toward me.
Dane scooped me up from the chair, cradling me against him. “First prize is a hot bath and cuddles.”
“Followed by dinner.” Don picked up my discarded clothes.
“And dessert.” Blitz waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
I nestled against Dane’s warmth, feeling utterly content.