Chapter Nine Zara #3
Neo convulses, stills, and shudders out his climax with a whimper into Ash’s strangling clutch.
Ash flings back his head and voices a long deep groan of baritone pleasure.
When he’s dommed properly, Ash can come hands-free, just from having a dick inside him.
(I know this firsthand, since he’s one of the guys I peg.)
That’s how I know he’s coming now, even when I can’t directly see, spattering messy jets of seed all over the bearskin rug.
Violet psi fire pours from my eyes, plays over the couch, and lights up Vasili’s face—black-lipped, goat-eyed, still sharp and delicate and pretty as a runway model.
He’s still Vasili, still mine, yet he’s not.
Dark and lurky with intent in our mating bond, he works Zephyr’s back door open, one finger at a time.
If any guy in my harem knows how to prep a hole for a cock, it’s Vasili.
Under the probing stretch of V’s invading fingers, Zephyr hisses and claws the leather couch like a cat in heat. But his wild Dark Fae face is naked and fierce with anticipation.
“For moon’s sake,” Zephyr gasps and works himself backward into V’s probing fingers. “I shall not break, Vasili Romanov. Nor will I beg. But—Goddess—”
“You want to strangle my dick in this tight greedy hole of yours, don’t you, Your Resplendence?” Vasili rumbles in his Krampus voice. His slitted goat eyes lift from Zephyr’s writhing frame to lock on mine. V’s cruel smile freezes the breath in my lungs.
“Well,” Zephyr pants, then goes all Dark Fae formal, “if thou art in the mood for the granting of Christmas wishes… then yes.”
Ronin is still collapsed half over me, sweaty and panting, brow resting on my shoulder. Now his head jerks up on a sharp inhale as he twists around to stare.
Max is braced on trembling arms between my legs, limp and quivering with his own aftershocks. Yet his head, too, turns slowly to eye the couch.
“In that case, darling,” Vasili breathes into the moment, “I daresay a proper fuck can be arranged.”
We all hold our breaths while V wraps a hand around his own gorgeous shaft. His regular boner is long and slim and pretty. But I swear, this Krampus possession has him hung like a fucking horse. When Vasili fits his colossal cockhead to Zephyr’s well-prepped pucker, even I can barely breathe.
But it’s Zephyr who seizes the moment.
Zephyr who arches his back and pushes his tight ass into the burning stretch of Krampus cock. Zephyr who engulfs him, inch by inch, in a way that makes our resident Christmas monster shudder and groan like he’s the one being stretched.
“Darling…” V grips Zephyr’s hips and eases out of him, almost all the way, then sinks slowly back in, aaaallll the way in, buried balls-deep in a way that makes them both groan. “Worth it… you’re worth it… I’ll admit it. You were… so very much worth the wait.”
“Let’s all remember that, shall we?” Zephyr meets my blissed-out gaze with a wicked grin. “For next time.”
Fuck if that promise doesn’t push our visiting Krampus right over the edge.
It definitely inspires Vasili, who drops the slow build and pumps into Zephyr in a rising rhythm until the quickening slap of flesh on flesh fills the room.
Zephyr meets him stroke for stroke, gripping the couch and fucking him with a ferocity that scooches the couch noisily across the floorboards and makes the ornaments tremble on the Christmas tree.
Max’s spent dick is still lodged inside me. When my soaked cunt ripples and tightens in response to what’s going down on the couch, my dragon king’s cock nobly revives and rises to meet the challenge.
Grinning at my eager squirming, Max works a hand between us to find my clit, already tingling and swelling with need.
“Shall I make you come for me again, my sovereign?” the dragon rasps. “This time, we will also fuck our Ronin.”
“Oh, hell to the yeah,” I mumble, turning into Ronin’s lazy kiss.
Thought you’d never ask, loves, Ronin murmurs through our bond. This time, Max, let’s get Zara on her knees. Floor’s not much good for her back, is it?
For once during this trimester, my back’s actually not complaining.
But I’ll never say no to doggie-style.
One of the last things I see, before my guys ease my more-than-willing body onto hands and knees, is Zephyr twisting under Vasili’s weight to sink his tiny incisors into V’s forearm, braced beside him.
The Fae don’t give mating bites like shifters, but they do have sharp fangs. And Zephyr’s been in this harem full of shifters and part-shifters long enough to know what a mating bite means.
He’s claiming Vasili.
Just as Vasili is claiming him.
“You feral little slut,” V hisses, with his Krampus voice all distorted with rage. “How dare you bite me? You’re supposed to ask first.”
Zephyr’s response is muffled against V’s skin. I can’t be sure, but it sounds like a satisfied chuckle.
“You never ask either, Vasili,” Neo pipes up in Zephyr’s defense. Our bookworm lies slumped and panting over Ash’s steady back. “So it’s kinda pot and kettle.”
Vasili’s black-painted lips curl in a sneer.
But V doesn’t eviscerate Neo for pointing out the obvious.
He doesn’t hurl Zephyr across the room with his telekinesis.
He doesn’t even pull away from Zephyr’s fiercely sucking mouth, which is locked onto his forearm in a way that’s definitely gonna leave scars.
Two pinprick punctures, like a mating bite.
That means V is happy.
He’s fucking happy.
As I surrender to the mounting build of our next magic moment, I feel that shit through our bond. The warm hum of contentment that infuses Vasili’s complicated, guarded, wicked Goblin King heart makes me sigh out a long happy breath.
That’s compersion. I’m happy because they’re happy. Happy with each other. Happy with all of us. And definitely happy with me.
Perfect Christmas present for a polycule.
Vasili puts the bow on our gift-wrapped moment by wrapping his unbitten arm around Zephyr to find the Dark Fae’s cock trapped against the upholstery, freeing all those inches from their cruel confinement, and delivering even more unspeakable pleasure.