Chapter 36.3
Zara
I’m still figuring out how to levitate without, you know, landing with a splat and killing myself.
But Neo’s breathless report through our mating bond about what’s going down in Max’s digs has me shooting airborne out of Xhevith’s lair at warp speed.
Xhev was touch-and-go there for a while, but we’ve all finally realized Zephyr’s dragon’s gonna pull through. Now Zephyr himself is wrapped tight in Ash’s arms, both my Fae lost so deep in exhausted sleep they don’t even twitch when I take off.
I land on Max’s balcony kinda hard. A graceful landing is a Levitation 401-type skill, and I’m still learning the basics.
But the sight of that slashed curtain, plus the mingled scents of pissed-off Goblin and frustrated dragon pouring through the open doors, propels me inside at a dead run.
“Cheese on toast, Goblin King—”
My indignant protest chokes off the second I get a gander at what’s actually going down in Max’s bed.
When Neo ran out of here a few minutes ago, Vasili was reportedly holding a knife to Max’s throat.
I mean, sure, V does that kind of shit on the regular. But Neo, when he finally woke me outta the dead sleep of total exhaustion, was super worried.
Now? The sitch is totally different.
It’s Max on top of Vasili, my Goblin King’s all nakey except for a microscopic pair of black lace panties, the knife’s out of play.
And both my guys are staring at me with identical expressions that look guilty as hell.
“For fuck’s sake.” I plant a hand on my hip and cock my head. “You two have poor Neo scared to death. What the shit’s happening in here? And welcome back, by the way.”
I give Vasili the stink eye when I say this, because he’s definitely been hiding from me. Which looks totally shady.
He’s up to no good and I know it.
I fucking know it.
“Well, darling, that’s quite the entrance.
Well done, you, with the levitation.” Vasili spares me an approving smirk that takes in my bare legs and exposed cleavage, because I’ve been sleeping in one of Zephyr’s billowy shirts, a pair of lime-green panties, and nothing else.
“I’d say you’ve turned up just in time.”
Figures it’d be V who recovers first.
“In time for what?” I give them both a suspicious look.
Vasili’s got his game face back on, he’s cool as a goddamn Frigidaire, but Max still looks totally guilty.
The dragon’s fangs are fully extended (which typically only happens when he’s about to give someone a mating bite, he’s got way more control than Lucius in that one way).
His blond hair’s all disheveled, he’s wearing a telltale swipe of Vasili’s sparkly lip gloss on his sexy mouth, and he’s flushed with temper under his tawny stubble.
Not to mention he’s shirtless and falling out of his leather pants and his barbed dick is A) fully erect and B) dripping with precum.
Whatever the Goblin King’s been doing and saying in here, he’s totally gotten to my dragon.
“In time for a proper fuck,” Vasili purrs. His glittering stare strokes down my half-naked body, so cold and hot at once that he makes me shiver. “I’m about to give this dragon the fuck of the century he’s been begging for. Ask me nicely, little queen, and I’ll do the same to you.”
Oh hell to the yeah.
He’s trying to distract me, obvi, and it’s totally working.
I’m so distracted.
Way too distracted to pursue whatever the hell those two were just discussing that has Max looking simultaneously so aroused and so guilty.
“Um.” I try like hell to clear my head. I make a real good-faith effort. “I’m gonna call Neo back in here—if it’s safe.”
I give both my guys a dark look. “I don’t wanna see that knife out again. He doesn’t like that, and he’s having another microheat. He needs us.”
“Neo is more curious than frightened about Vasili’s knives. Someday he will ask for them while we pleasure him.” Max relaxes enough to crawl down my snake’s body like a giant leopard. He rubs his whiskery face against Vasili’s cock with a dragonish rumble.
He’s scenting and just totally laying claim to Vasili’s dick.
And it’s sexy as fuck.
Vasili hisses a warning at this display of dominance. But I’m not missing the way his thighs slip open in invitation.
Ho-ly shit.
Something between my two alphas has shifted.
Something intangible but major.
I just can’t tell whether V’s actually submitting to Max. Or whether Vasili’s just playing another of his snaky games. I wish like hell I knew what I just missed going down in here.
But they’re allowed to have their secrets.
My guys are with each other as much as they’re with me.
That’s what I’ve always wanted.
Whatever that untrustworthy snake of mine is up to, he’s got Max wrapped around his manicured finger. Max’s dragonish rumble deepens as he nuzzles between V’s spread thighs, just scenting every inch of exposed skin he can get to.
“Call Neo back,” Max mutters, pausing between nips and nuzzles to shoot me a smoking look. “Then come to my bed, my sovereign. This one will fuck you while I fuck him.”
Now that’s what I’m talking about.
I’m still having a hard time believing V’s really gonna let him do that.
But my temp is spiking and my heart is hammering just at the thought.
My lingering exhaustion—from the recent Unseelie shitshow and Xhevith’s near-death experience which that dragon’s finally healing from—falls away like a discarded coat.
I grin and sashay toward the bed with plenty of sway in my hips.
Neo, baby, I call through our mating bond. Come on back. The guys promise to behave.
“Oh, let’s not go over the edge.” Vasili gives me a flirty smile with a hint of fang.
Because of course he can hear me, and he can sense Neo, who’s now trotting happily through the halls to reach us.
“No one’s promised to be boring. And leave those clothes on the floor, darling, do .
I can smell that fucking Fae and his dragon all over you. ”
Which of course triggers Max and his dragon, just the way that snake intended.
Sometimes, I swear, Vasili plays us all like violins.
Max’s head pops up and his lip curls in a fangy intimidation display at the thought of a rival dragon in our bed. Vasili sifts a graceful hand through Max’s hair, black-painted nails peeking through the strands, with a sly smile.
I heave a sigh, peel Zephyr’s shirt over my head, and let it fall behind me.
Both my guys’ heads snap toward me like I’ve just rung the dinner gong.
Vasili hums with pleasure. “Panties too, little queen, like a good girl. Then we’ll give our dragon and our First Boy a proper show. Climb into this bed and sit on my face.”
Now that’s a plan I can get behind.
Even if Vasili is being all snaky tonight. I mean, you know, even more than usual.
I skim my panties down my legs and step out of them.
Max has Vasili spread and pinned to the bed, but that dragon is riveted on me.
His nostrils flare to drink me in. Max can tell I’m not in heat, just by smelling me.
Plus I just finished my period (huge relief, all things considered) which is a fact he’s extremely aware of, so he knows I’m not fertile right now.
Of course, his breeding kink’s still totally a thing. But I’m turning him on just by standing here, running my hands up my torso to cup my tits and push them together, thumbs playing with my pierced nipples just to toy with him.
“Is this what you wanna see, big guy?” I murmur, low and throaty.
“Yes.” Max rumbles with approval. “I want to watch your face while he brings you pleasure. Until you drench his wicked tongue with your slick.”
“Mmm, sounds like we’re all in agreement.” For once, I finish silently.
But I don’t wanna spoil this perfect moment.
Because, yeah, the fact that my alphas won’t even let me in the same bed while I’m wearing Zephyr’s shirt? That’s gonna be a problem.
But that’s a problem for another day.
I arch my back and push my tits forward and raise my arms to gather my hair on top of my head. Then I let the heavy mass slither slowly down my back. Purely to fuck with both of them.
Max snarls and Vasili hisses.
Grinning at both of them, I climb onto the bed and crawl over the rumpled blankets till I’m kneeling at Vasili’s side. He smolders up at me like the sexy-pretty punk rock warlock he is.
I lean in to kiss V, a slow hot kiss that makes him purr, and rub my tits against his sleek chest. He clenches a fistful of my hair hard enough to sting and tongue-fucks my mouth in a purposeful way that heats my blood and melts my cunt.
“You really gonna let Max wreck your pretty hole, bad boy?” I whisper between kisses. “Because whatever you just told him, you got him all excited. I don’t wanna see him get hurt.”
“There’s only one way to know what I intend.” The snaky bastard has the nerve to answer my worry with a malicious grin. “Sit on my face, little queen. Show our sexy dragon what he wants most to see.”
I push up to sit and tilt my head to study V’s suspiciously bland face.
“You’re up to something,” I mutter. “Don’t think you’re fooling me, Goblin King. I fucking know you.”
But that snake gets what he wants, same as always, because I swing my leg over and sit on his face.