Chapter Seven Zara
Chapter Seven
Zara
“Zang, baby queen.” Mordred peels off his shirt and rises from the bearskin rug by the fire like a kraken rising from the sea. “I like the way you think.”
“I figured you might, Aquaman.” Standing with one arm around Zephyr and one around V, both of them eye-fucking each other and quivering with barely contained anticipation for what’s finally about to go down between them, my hands are definitely full.
Both physically and, like, metaphorically.
Still, I give our resident demon on the rug a cheeky grin that brings his dimples out.
Even wearing Santa pants, Mordred is sex on a stick.
Thick muscles bulging under copper skin.
Inky scales tattooed down one brawny arm.
Hair a wild tangle of midnight blue spilling down his back like he’s just finished a moonlight swim.
When he grins back at me, white teeth gleam in his blue goatee.
In short, Mordred gives fuck me vibes like the sex demon he is.
Especially when he intercepts Ronin with one arm and Lucius with the other and pulls them both into a three-way kiss.
Messy but effective.
Hot as fuck.
Especially the way Mordred kisses.
Lucius and Ronin are definitely a thing, but Lucius’ professorial ethics get in the way of kissing Mordred back.
Mordred is the guy our rule-loving headmaster is stubbornly determined to handle, first and foremost, as our pilot Avalon Academy exchange student.
A student Lucius feels duty-bound to teach and mentor.
Not fuck.
Even if he wants to.
Good thing Ronin helps out, same as always.
Ronin eases out of the three-way kiss and turns to welcome Max with a lazy smirk and a “Hiya, love” that makes Max growl like the dragon he is and drag Ronin into his own claiming kiss.
Which leaves Lucius undefended against the full onslaught of Mordred’s sex demon charms.
Not an accident.
My guys are on Mordred’s side in this one.
Lucius’ murmur of mannerly protest is muffled in a full-blown sex demon kiss. Our headmaster’s hands settle firmly on Mordred’s bare shoulders.
But Lucius doesn’t… quite… push him away.
He likes what you’re doing. I whisper encouragement to Mordred through our mating bond. Because Lucius does like it. Plus his wolf is frisking and all excited to claim another mate. I have a bond with both of them. That’s how I know.
He does? Mordred might swank around like Jason Momoa’s rogue superhero in the movies, but he sounds wistful as fuck in our mating bond.
Yeah, I say firmly. He thinks he shouldn’t like it, but he does. So keep doing it.
“You’re causing trouble, little queen.” Vasili’s whisper snakes into my ear, accompanied with a serpentine lick of tongue along my lobe that makes me shiver.
Because of course, as our alpha, he’s also tuned into our private channel.
“Be a good girl and help His Radiance strip, do. He can barely manage to untie his shoes without an army of Unseelie servants.”
Zephyr is used to being waited on, hand and foot, back on Avalon (because king). Still, it’s totally not true that he expects that kinda treatment (much) on this side of the Avalon portal.
“You’re causing trouble yourself, Goblin King.” I turn away—briefly—from the deeply satisfying sight of Mordred engulfing Lucius in a soul-searing kiss so I can silence Vasili’s wicked mouth in the best possible way.
With my own claiming kiss.
The tart sweetness of V’s cherry lip gloss mingles with the Christmasy spice of the mulled wine he’s been quaffing. His razor-sharp fangs, which he can’t retract, are a menace and a turn-on I tease fearlessly with my tongue.
Vasili hums with satisfaction and devours my mouth like a greedy kid with a Christmas treat he has no intention of sharing. In the flicker and dance of firelight in the darkening room, shadows branch around his head like antlers.
Or Krampus horns.
Suddenly, I’m all dizzy and swirly in my head. But not in a bad way.
The house rocks gently under our feet like a cradle.
My eyes flutter closed, but I don’t need eyes to know what’s going down. Neo is following the bossy Goblin King order I resisted, helping Zephyr peel out of the black compression shirt that clings to his honed dragonrider torso.
“Sweet boy,” Zephyr whispers. “Pray tell, how’s your head?”
“A lot better. Ash is a really good healer.” Neo sounds breathless and happy. “But I still need to be kept awake all night. Right, Ash?”
“That’s right. Doc’s orders.” The direction of Ash’s voice tells me he’s kneeling to help Zephyr out of his boots. No doubt Zephyr’s pants will be next.
Yum.
“And Zara still wants her Christmas present,” Neo adds like the helpful soul he is.
V chuckles against my lips with a swipe of tongue that feels longer and rougher than usual. Like sandpaper or goat tongue.
Or Krampus tongue.
That shit’s kinky as fuck. The thought of that long supple tongue lapping my clit and fucking my hole makes my cunt ripple and clench.
“If you intend to be kept awake all night,” V breathes, easing out of our kiss and turning to Neo, “we’ll all need to be wearing much less, Christmas elf.”
I guess that’s Neo’s new nickname.
Christmas elf. It suits him.
“That’s not gonna be any problem at all,” Neo assures him eagerly, with elven cheer.
Vasili’s cool hands slide under my cashmere sweater and up my warm back in a way that makes me shiver all over.
I open my eyes to help him pull the sweater over my head.
Brisk air nips my hot skin and goosebumps race down my arms. Even my nipples tighten under the cute red lace bra (an early Christmas gift from V) that came in our last lingerie box from Paris.
I’ve grown a full cup size, so my boobs look practically indecent in this push-up bra with its tiny green bow.
Vasili’s smoky lids drop over his glittering stare on a long hiss of pleasure.
His fingers glide over my lace-covered tits—which are super-sensitive right now—in a way that makes my nipples peak.
“I never considered myself a breast man, for obvious reasons,” Vasili murmurs. Because of course, until I came along, he identified as gay. “But damn if you haven’t changed my diabolical mind, darling. You’re succulent enough to eat.”
“Glad you kept an open mind, bad boy,” I say, low and husky.
Because now he’s tweaking my swollen nipples through the lace in a way that makes liquid heat pool and pulse between my thighs.
Sweet Jesus. I need a fuck.
Of course, I’m so hormonal these days I’m constantly horny and pretty much always need a fuck. Which (conveniently) makes all my guys feel the same way.
When V pinches my nipples just to make me moan, the aching sound that rolls up my throat makes all my guys groan or growl. A sudden flood of slick dampens the crotch of my Christmas panties.
Suddenly, I wanna be nakey.
Right now.
“Your wish,” Zephyr whispers in my ear from behind, “our command. My bride, we are yours to rule.”
“Constitutional monarchy,” I remind him breathlessly, a point I always like to reinforce for him on this side of the Avalon portal. “We’re not a dictatorship, Your Radiance.”
“Keep tellin’ him that, princess,” Ash says, warm with humor, still kneeling behind me somewhere to help Zephyr outta his pants.
Zephyr’s warm chuckle gusts over my ear. His deft Dark Fae fingers pop my bra clasp. The lacy scrap falls away.
Now I’m bare from the waist up, my ripe breasts and wine-dark nipples drawing Vasili’s hands and Zephyr’s like magnets.
While I stand sandwiched between V in front and Z behind, their fingers caress my boobs and tweak my nipples.
Ribbons of heat streak straight from their fingers to my cunt.
My entire nervous system vibrates with arousal.
Especially my clit, which swells and rubs against the damp lace.
Plus I love that these two warlocks are caressing each other too, hands overlapping in slow sweeps as they cradle my tits and stroke the swell of my pregnant belly.
Especially when their mouths crash together in a desperate kiss, lips fusing in a flash of sucking heat, bodies folding around the swell of my belly between them.
Turning my head to appreciate the up-close-and-personal, I catch a slick flash of V’s tongue—his long tongue—that wrings a husky moan out of Zephyr.
Oh, hell to the yeah.
Our first Christmas Eve is gonna be epic.
While those two kiss like they’re gonna crawl down each other’s throats and devour each other, Ash and Neo slip quietly around us like house elves.
Or Christmas elves, I guess. With tender touches and whispers of encouragement, they’re easing me outta my yoga pants and my lacy Christmas panties from Paris.
Then they turn to helping Zephyr and V out of the rest of their clothes.
When Vasili shifts his weight to help, his slim feet hit the floorboards with a solid thud like cloven hooves.
Krampus hooves.
I realize I’m not ready to look down and see if he’s turning into an actual physical Krampus.
This fucking house. Guess it’s delivering on my Christmas fantasy.
Big time.
When Zephyr and V break their kiss—both breathing hard, puffy-lipped and glassy-eyed—Neo slips up behind Vasili to unbutton his silky shirt and ease him out of it.
Over V’s pale shoulder, our bookworm’s eyes meet mine.
Neo is flushed and excited, glasses steamy with heat, soft purple curls falling over his forehead.
Thanks to Ash’s TLC and the magic of his Seelie herbs, I can barely see the goose egg from our minor fender-bender.
“I’m okay, babe,” Neo says softly, rubbing his face affectionately into the gilded shag of V’s hair. “Stop worrying about me. Just enjoy your Christmas present.”
“All right, baby.” I relax into a smile, because I really love how intimate he and V—former frenemies—have gotten with each other. “But you be sure to tell us if we need to slow down with you, okay?”
“I will. I promise. Don’t worry.” Neo’s own slow smile blossoms. “I love you so much, Zara.”
“Oh, Neo.” Warmth spreads through my chest and makes me feel all floaty and euphoric. That’s what happiness feels like.
These days, with these guys, I feel it all the time.
“Right back at you,” I tell him softly. “I’m crazy in love with you. All of you.”
Zephyr’s subtle sigh of satisfaction tickles my ear.
I turn my head to find his hungry mouth in a nutmeg kiss. I breathe in deep the mingled scents of burnt amber and vetiver—Dark Fae King and Goblin King. They’re my guys, both of them, no matter what kinda Christmas Eve fuckery this enchanted cottage might be cooking up.
Plus, thanks to Ash and Neo’s good work, now both my kings are nakey. Ash pads around our entwined bodies, dragging his own polar fleece over his head with one muscled arm, reaching for Neo with the other.
Beyond the spill of Zephyr’s green hair and the pointed tip of his Unseelie ear, I catch an incendiary glimpse of Ash’s corded back, angel wings tattooed across his sculpted shoulders and spreading down his spine. Firelight dances in his bristly pale hair like a crown of ice.
Which is fitting as fuck. Ash is the Light Fae Prince and one of my Gemini Kings. Yet he’s the most humble guy in this harem.
We all love that about him.
And I especially love how gently Ash tucks in behind Neo and starts working Neo out of his Christmas sweater. I know without asking that Ash will stay close to Neo all night, making sure our bookworm doesn’t overdo it. Taking care of him in all the best ways.
The same way he does for all of us.
Tall and pale and naked in the firelight, Vasili twines around Zephyr and me.
His long pretty cock, jutting and rigid with arousal, nudges between us in a way that’s impossible to resist. Zephyr and I ease apart and reach for him in unison.
Our fingers wrap together around the hot tensile column of Goblin King dick.
In perfect rhythm, slow and teasing, the two of us start jacking him.
Looming over both of us with the firelight behind him, there’s honestly no mistaking the shadowy horns that spiral over V’s head. His gilded head tilts back on a long moan. Sharp fangs peek between his parted lips.
The silky slither of braided tails grazes my bare legs. With a start, I glance down to find an unfamiliar flogger gripped loosely in V’s fist.
“What the fuck, Goblin King?” I blurt, more startled than alarmed. Because sex toys—including floggers—make a pretty regular appearance in our bed. “Where did that thing even come from?”
V’s head lowers to meet my gaze.
In the witchy twilight, his delicate mouth is painted black, which gives a harder, grittier edge to his punk-rock glamor than he typically opts for.
Tough to tell in the dim light, but his pupils look slitted like a goat’s.
Even his voice is raspier, like sandpaper, in place of his usual silky tenor.
“Part of your Krampus fantasy, one presumes,” Vasili growls. “A gift from the house. The tails are braided horsehair.”
“Of course they are,” I whisper. “He always carries a horsehair whip.”
He meaning Krampus.
Whose name I find I suddenly can’t speak.
V’s slitted gaze shifts to Zephyr and narrows. “You’ve amply shown you can swing a flogger, Your Transcendence. The question is, can you—or can you not—submit to a few licks yourself?”
An electric current of tension runs through Zephyr’s slim frame. That electric charge leaps from warlock to warlock like a spark in a stand of dry tinder.
I suck in a breath thick with my own pheromones, the creamy rose and peach of my mating scent.
Oh, fuck me.
I’m kicking out enough of that shit to send all my guys into a mating rut.
Zephyr eases from my side and prowls naked to the fire, moss-green hair swirling down his narrow back, taut buttocks flexing with every supple stride. Firelight laps his olive skin and brings every hard sinewed line of his dragon-honed build into sharp relief.
The entire room watches in spellbound silence.
Zephyr isn’t wearing his crown right now, obvi, but he’s every inch a king.
Even Mordred stops kiss-fucking Lucius long enough to let our dazed headmaster surface for air with a gasp.
Ronin, who’s dropped to his knees to unzip Max’s jeans with his teeth, turns his sleek dark head to stare at the Dark Fae King.
Ronin’s amber eyes pulse with psi fire and burn with hunger.
Commanding our entire harem’s full attention without even trying, Zephyr plants his hands well apart on the mantle, leans into his spread arms, and settles his bare feet into a solid stance. Slowly his head turns to edge his feral profile and pointed ear against the dancing light.
“Vasili Nikolayevich Romanov.” Over his shoulder, Zephyr’s eye gleams with Dark Fae purpose. “Come you here with that scourge and try me. King to king. I dare thee.”