Chapter 37 #2
“Just the way we like her, Professor.” Mordred winks at us, then tosses one of Zephyr’s royal robes around Max’s shoulders.
Mordred’s already figured out Max is sensitive about anyone seeing his poor scarred back.
With the robe still open down his front and his forked dick on full display (because Max is never sensitive about that, just his back), our dragon shifter grunts and leans in to rub his cheek into Mordred’s hair.
Aaawww .
Max is scenting him.
For the first time ever, Max is scenting our sex demon to claim him.
Mordred disapparates his trident with a thought, then engulfs Max’s lean sinewy frame in a bear hug that lifts the startled dragon right off his feet with a grunt. But Max just hugs him back and keeps scenting, giving the tactile kraken shifter lots of reassurance.
Finally, Mordred lowers him to the flagstones.
But that kraken’s grinning from ear to ear.
I nestle into Lucius’ protective arm and glow all over with happiness. Which of course they’re all picking up through our bond. Mordred ducks in on my free side, loops a brawny arm around me, and pulls me in close for one of his hot spiced rum kisses.
I twine an arm around his neck in turn and breathe against his lips, “No royal robe for me?”
“Nope.” Mordred licks into my mouth with a tongue that tastes like saltwater taffy. “Waste of time. We’re all gonna be nakey in a sec.”
“Gotta admit that’s valid.” I lean my forehead against Mordred’s, just for a sec, and gaze deep into his purple eyes.
As if to emphasize the whole nakedness point, a third flash of light heralds Vasili’s arrival, back in his warlock form.
Because V’s always a show-off, he lands light as a ballerina right in front of us (so we can all admire him properly).
Then he coils his cool naked body around Lucius, Mordred, and me like a python.
With his back safely covered, Max nudges in between V and me and tucks his dragonfire-hot body into ours. Max’s protective hand settles over my lower belly, right over my womb.
His other hand parks over V’s tummy.
I hold my breath and wait for V to sneer and say something horrible about how he’s not going to indulge Max’s imaginary mpreg obsession.
But V, like all of us, must still be riding the endorphin rush of our wedding day.
Because he only nips Max’s ear with his razor-sharp fangs, which makes our dragon rumble with pleasure. Now I’m tucked snugly in the middle, surrounded by my wolf, my kraken, my snake, and my dragon.
“Hey, group grope,” Mordred says happily. “This is dope. Imma add it to my list.”
Vasili stops nibbling Max’s ear to give Mordred a narrow look. “What list?”
“Ten reasons we should all be pan and poly.” Mordred winks a playful eye at me.
“Didn’t I tell ya? I got invited to write a weekly column for the Witching Inquisitor.
It’s called ‘Ask a Sex Demon’ and subscribers can write in with questions.
Like an Ann Landers kinda thing. That list was a reader Q. Gonna be my first column.”
“They will pay you for this?” Max sounds both suspicious and reluctantly impressed.
“Sure will.” Mordred’s white teeth flash in a grin that shows off his tiny shifter fangs. “Ain’t nobody knows how to negotiate a deal like a demon, true? Besides, gotta pay my Academy tuition somehow, don’t I?”
Honestly speaking, I almost forgot Mordred enrolled as an exchange student at the Icarus Academy so he could help us win the Dean’s Challenge. Clearly, he’s taking his academic responsibilities seriously.
That’s how committed this pansexual sex demon is to our polycule.
I love the way he’s fitting right in, and already looking for ways to contribute and take care of our family.
“Not a bad gig.” I grin back at the demon. “Guess we can’t all be cat burglars, huh? Although I could definitely put those apparation skills of yours to good use in a heist.”
“Anytime, baby queen.” Mordred’s kraken doesn’t scent as strongly as a traditional shifter. But the insinuating hand he winds around my bare ass reminds me he does sometimes have tentacles.
That’s something else about our kraken shifter I’m looking forward to exploring.
My raunchy tentacle fantasy gets interrupted when Ash swoops into a running landing, right next to the trapdoor set into the roof.
I’m secretly pleased Ash followed us here instead of shadowing Zephyr to the dragonlair—even though we’ll all reunite in the bedroom downstairs in a sec. Given Mordred’s history as an attempted usurper who once threatened Zephyr’s throne, Ash has been slower to accept Mordred than most of my guys.
But Ash is more confident here at the palace, it’s his home, and I know our Seelie Prince is making an effort to look past recent history.
For everyone’s sake.
Still, now that he’s down, Ash isn’t exactly rushing to join our group grope.
V’s gilded head snaps toward him, cruel eyes gleaming quicksilver in the moonlight.
“Asher Apollo Aurelius, Eagle of the Air,” Vasili says in a silky murmur. “Come here.”
It’s not a Compulsion spell.
Not really.
But by using that mouthful of Ash’s full name and titles, V’s reminding him that it could be.
Oh, yum. That’s my Goblin King flexing his sexy dominance muscles.
A tinge of color washes into Ash’s craggy face. The big man ducks his head and rubs the back of his neck with one hand, then nudges the trapdoor with a booted foot. The hatch falls open to reveal the short steep stairs that plunge down to Zephyr’s massive royal bed.
“Is over there really where you want me, beautiful?” Ash says, all low and husky. “Cuz Sparrow and all his toys, they’re down here.”
A subtle pressure builds in my chest.
That’s because I’m holding my breath.
Actually, we all are.
V’s been domming Ash in all his various snaky ways since the night they met (at spearpoint, because V basically kidnapped Ash with an enchanted Fae-killing spear).
But Ash has pretty firm boundaries, especially while Zephyr and V are still navigating their own dynamic.
So there are lines in the Vasili-Ash relationship those two still haven’t crossed.
Slim and pale and naked in the moonlight, Vasili tilts his head and eyes Ash’s massive frame—definitely not approaching, despite V practically Compelling him to do so—with a predatory stare.
“Hmmmm.” At last, the Goblin King gives in to a wicked smirk. “Well, Asher, you know how I feel about defiance. Fortunately for you, I’m willing to indulge you. This once. But don’t get used to it. I never ask twice.”
Wow.
V must be feeling super indulgent on our wedding night.
Either that, or the thought of V and Zephyr jointly working Ash over—with the help of Zephyr’s extensive collection of whips and dildos—is having the same effect on Vasili that it’s having on me.
Eyes locked on Ash’s expectant face like a starving cobra stalking a squirrel, V snakes out a hand to lock around mine. He tows me with him toward our Seelie and the stairs.
“Hey, don’t forget the moon wine.” Mordred grabs the open bottle and sloshes a torrent of golden liquid into the silver goblets. “Just in case anyone in this joint ain’t preggo yet who wants to be.”
Uh-oh. Mordred’s treading on dangerous ground around Vasili using the P word.
Pregnant.
“Now be careful with your naughty insinuations, darling, do .” V spears the grinning demon with a look like a thrown javelin. “You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.”
Still, as he slithers past, V deigns to snatch a goblet from Mordred’s extended hand.
I won’t be drinking alcohol, even the enchanted kind, as long as I’m incubating two dragonets and a wolf pup (that we know about) in my uterus.
So I grab Mordred’s hand instead and pull him into me for a kiss that drips with sex demon rizz, spiced with the pomegranate fizz of moon wine.
The sleek softness of Mordred’s midnight-blue goatee tickles my cheeks, and my kiss brings his dimples out.
V tows the three of us across the roof in a conga line of sex.
Max, who’s already super motivated, doesn’t need to be towed along. He grabs the bottle, divides the remaining goblets with Lucius, and stalks after us with a low sexy growl.
That primal sound makes liquid heat pool in my pussy. I glance over my shoulder, lock onto Max’s burning golden stare, and whisper, “Come and get us, big guy.”
Max’s slitted dragon pupils dilate, then narrow.
“Do not run,” Max snarls. “Or I will chase. There is nowhere in this world—or any other—where you can run that I will not follow.”
“Zang, blondie.” Mordred’s cheeks crease in a grin. “You promise? You do and we’re all gonna run, no cap.”
Oh yeah.
Mordred definitely has his sex demon rizz dialed all the way up for Max.
And I am here for it.
Max rumbles out a sexy snarl in reply.
Lucius pads in our wake like a hungry wolf, eyes already glowing red as embers.
Pausing at the open trapdoor, V gives us all a sultry smirk. He waves an expectant-looking Ash before him with an imperious hand, then draws the rest of us after him down the stairs.
The others are already waiting for us in the bedroom.
Our other mates.
Zephyr and Neo and Ronin.
In fact, Zephyr is sprawled yummily across the expanse of the billowy round bed. He’s lounging like a pasha with his head propped on one fist and his dragonscale armor unzipped all the way to his navel to reveal a lick of moss-green pubes. The spiky menace of the Dark Fae crown rears over his brow.
Ash takes one look at his consort and drops to one knee, head bowed, with the ease of long habit.
Those two have had years to learn how to love each other.
At moments like this, it really shows.
Under the light of a thousand stars streaming through the windows, kneeling in silhouette against the gleaming expanse of the Avalon Sea like a penitent at prayer, Neo hovers near the spanking bench.
His hand lingers over the piece like he’s afraid to touch.