Chapter Nine Zara #2
Yet Max—bless that dragon for never losing focus—spreads my trembling thighs still wider.
He pins me to the rug like a butterfly in a display case, then crawls into place and rubs his rigid length along the yielding folds of my pussy.
I have maybe a second to appreciate the turgid stiffness of that probing dick before my dragon king’s cock lodges in my pulsing hole, then plunges deep into my slippery depths.
Max slides home inside me, deep and long, on a hoarse cry.
Thankfully his forked devil’s tail dick—dragon dick—is a lot easier for my famous titanium pussy to take these days.
The twin barbs that lock him into place while he fucks are less insistent and more forgiving right now, while I’m knocked up with his kid and others.
Plus he and V have that clutch of gorgeous dragon eggs ripening back on Avalon under Xhevith’s watchful eye.
I swear, it’s like his hormones know. As in, good job. Well done. Mission accomplished for Max and his breeding kink.
Of course, he still loves a good fuck.
These days, fucking Max into a sex puddle on our great room floor is no pain and all pleasure.
Max braces his weight on his outspread arms to give my tummy and the kids plenty of breathing room.
When his pelvis rocks into me, muscle flexes in his ropy arms and tight abs and deepens the Adonis belt that bisects his lean hips.
He bows his head so his buttery hair falls over his face and fucks into me with obsessive purpose, snarling on every downstroke.
I dig my heels into the bearskin, lift my hips to meet every thrust with an audible suction that tells the whole room exactly how wet I am, and angle my pelvis to deepen the glide. This angle gives me plenty of G spot stim and stokes the sweet rush of arousal that’s heating my whole body.
Max is just getting started, and I’m already whimpering.
Sure, I just came. Believe me, I know.
But I’m more than ready for an encore.
In perfect tempo with the pace Max is setting, I jack Ronin’s throbbing length in a building rhythm that makes Ronin moan and writhe under my hand.
When I alter my technique to add a twist on the upstroke, Ronin buries his face in my shoulder and sinks his teeth into my clavicle in a biting suck that makes me gasp.
Ronin’s no shifter, but we both fancy a good love bite. The tingling rush of pain to that nexus of sensitive skin, under the hard pull of his mouth, clamps my pussy even harder around Max’s dick. That tight inner squeeze makes our dragon growl with pleasure.
“I’m gonna make you pay for biting me like that.
” I twist and whine under the sting of Ronin’s ruthless mouth.
“Gonna make you messy. Gonna make you spurt. All over my hand and my tits and this bearskin rug. So all we think about all night—all of us—is you losing it. Every time we see the cum stain.”
Looking unhinged with his tousled hair spilling around him and his amber eyes flaming with possessive fire, Ronin kneels over me, presses my shoulders into the rug, and bites his way savagely down the swell of my sweating tits.
Over his shoulder, I glimpse Neo, pumping smoothly into the pale globes of Ash’s hard ass. Neo is whimpering with every pump and basically losing his sweet bookworm mind. Ash really likes dick, and Neo bottoms for everyone else but tops for Ash, so these two are always something special.
But with Neo, it’s never just about Neo.
Through the tether of our bond, my fated mate is totally dedicated to making Ash feel good. Plus Neo is wordless with appreciation over having a front row seat for everything else that’s going down with me and our warlocks in this cottage tonight.
Including both my recent O and the one Zephyr’s about to have.
V finally finishes lubing up and turns to face us, hooves thudding against the floorboards.
But the fire is still behind him.
Vasili strides heavily past Mordred, who’s straddling Lucius on the rug and slowly impaling himself on our wolf’s thick cola-can cock and engulfing the swollen knot at the base of Lucius’ shaft in the clutch of Mordred’s accommodating ass.
I can’t see much of those two through the spill of Ronin’s hair, but I don’t need to see. I can hear them both fine. Lucius is growling orders, low and sexy. And Mordred is swearing breathlessly at the stretch and burn of what I know is gonna be his first knot.
Mordred’s surprise and delight over this whole encounter—the intimate connection with Lucius that he’s craved for so long—everything he’s feeling dances through our mating bond.
Along with the savage sense of satisfaction surging through Lucius, as our wolf finally abandons his headmasterly propriety and decorum to stake his own possessive alpha claim on our kraken.
Meanwhile, Vasili is looming over Zephyr’s bent and waiting body from behind like the monster he is, wicked horns branching black against the dying fire.
“Lie very still for me,” V growls at Zephyr in his sandpapery Krampus voice. “Or I’ll make you suffer.”
V says shit like that on the regular. Even when he’s not, like, possessed by the spirit of Krampus.
But that kinda threat still makes me shiver.
Feeling me quiver and knowing all the reasons why, Ronin redoubles his efforts, cupping my tender boobs and pushing them together so he can suckle both at once and twist my piercings. Under that kinda treatment, my nipples tingle like I’m wired into an electric current.
I fist Ronin’s hair with my free hand until he gasps at the sting, then quicken the pace of my hand job down below.
Vasili’s horned silhouette drizzles a slim torrent of lube, straight from the tube, over Zephyr’s exposed pucker.
Still bent forward over the couch, Zephyr voices a soft oath and tries reflexively to straighten.
But Krampus—I mean V—holds the Dark Fae down with a casual strength that totally finishes the job of revving my engine for Round Two.
“Take it easy with him, okay, beautiful?” Still braced on hands and knees while Neo pounds into him from behind, Ash lifts his head to give V the side eye, then studies Zephyr’s pinned form. “You still hunky-dory, Sparrow?”
“Ask me again later,” Zephyr murmurs, sounding dreamy. Hard to see in the fading light, but it looks to me like his eye is closed.
Right on cue, the next record drops on the gramophone turntable. The great room fills with the lively strains of “We Wish You a Merry Christmas”.
Ash studies the sitch going down between V and Zephyr on the couch for another beat, then sighs and lets his head fall forward.
This is partly because Neo’s taken a firmer grip on Ash’s hips and is really hammering into him.
Our bookworm’s glasses are sliding down his earnest nose, soft curls bouncing against his forehead with every determined thrust into Ash’s yielding ass.
Just to keep my attention, Max snarls between my thighs and wraps my legs firmly around his own hips. That new angle fits his cockhead right against my cervix and lights me up like Times Square on New Year’s Eve.
My second O always follows pretty hard after the first.
Stronger and sharper than the warmup, this Part Two climax comes roaring outta nowhere and makes my whole body convulse with a scream. My magic moment clamps my pussy around Max’s cock in a pulsing ripple of pleasure. Under the urgent clutch and pull of my fingers, Ronin’s dick swells and jerks.
Ronin rises to hands and knees and looms over me, face tortured under his flying hair, teeth bared with effort and cords standing out in his neck. His eyes burn into me like gates to a fiery Hell.
I’m beyond speaking. But Max does the honors.
“Ronin, my mate,” Max grunts, thick and guttural with his own looming climax. “Paint our sovereign’s gorgeous tits with your seed. Do it now.”
That’s when Ronin loses it with a yell, arching and spurting creamy ribbons of hot spunk all over my pumping fist, my working forearm, and liberally spattering my tits.
“Oh—bloody—hell—” Ronin pushes out a string of breathless curses through gritted teeth. “Fuck, Zara, fuck.”
I swipe a wild hand through his mess to smear it over my tits. Then I shove my fingers into my mouth for a greedy taste of his musky spend.
Totally heedless of the mess, Ronin collapses, twitching and breathless, across my cumsticky boobs.
The powerful pulse of his climax, the strongest telepath in the whole Academy, pounds through my body and all my guys like a tribal drum.
Fuck if he doesn’t set us all off.
Max’s forked dick swells and locks tight inside me, plugging my pussy and flooding my basement with gout after gout of hot dragon jizz. With Ronin’s fallen body sprawled over my chest, Max stares into my eyes the whole time, dragon orbs flaming gold with fierce possession.
My pussy spasms around the kick and spurt of dragon cock.
My own inner dragon, fully roused and approving of this kinda treatment, gives way to a trumpeting scream of pleasure that vibrates and crackles with the lightning voice.
My orgasm shorts out the colored lights on the Christmas tree, plunges the room into near darkness, and makes the gramophone needle skip.
For the first time since we got here, the ubiquitous holiday soundtrack falls silent.
Ultraviolet light spills from my eyes to light up the room.
Shifting purple shadows dance over Mordred, arched backward and grunting with pleasure, blue hair swaying against his back as Lucius writhes beneath him and rails him in a ruthless rhythm.
Guttural wolf snarls rip from my headmaster’s throat with every thrust. Lucius’ fangs are fully distended and his eyes pulse red with wicked light.