Chapter 37 #3
Ronin is prowling near the shadowy X of the St. Andrew’s Cross, sleek black mane slithering down his back, studying the collection of crops and dildos and fur-lined restraints lovingly displayed between the windows.
We’ve barely delved into Zephyr’s toy chest since we all hooked up.
Not due to lack of interest, believe me.
But Point A: with nine of us in this polycule, we’ve had a lotta complicated shit to navigate, and we’re still working through some of it. And Point B: we’ve all been kinda busy saving the witching world. You feel me?
“There you are, my consorts. And my bride.” Zephyr’s gray silk voice unspools like a ribbon in the moonlight and winds around us. “I was beginning to wonder if you wished us to begin without you. Our sweet Neo is a very eager boy this night.”
Without my shifty senses, it’d be kinda hard to see in here, with the lavender cluster of witchfire crystals suspended from the ceiling dimmed so low they’re barely glowing.
But these days, I can see in the dark like a vampire.
I can definitely see well enough to make out the blush washing over Neo’s clean-cut features as he peeks bashfully over his shoulder at us. He’s already shirtless, muscled frame and fair skin gleaming pale in the moonlight.
“Yeah, well, I’m really glad you waited,” I tell Zephyr softly, my eyes locked on Neo’s, wide and wondering through his glasses. “Neo hasn’t done this before.”
Gently I dislodge from Vasili’s hand so I can climb onto the pillowy softness of the bed and crawl through the sea of silky cushions toward my fated mate.
The rest of my guys watch me like the pack of carnivores they are.
My teal curls spill, wild and windblown, over one shoulder.
My tits sway beneath me, heavier and fuller than usual since I’m pregnant.
My freshly waxed girly parts are all exposed, and probably already glistening with slick.
I can sense rather than hear my entire harem sucking in a breath at the view.
But I’m not gonna get distracted.
I hold Neo’s wide green stare and keep my voice soft for him. “That’s a spanking bench, baby. You know that, right?”
Neo’s throat ripples in a long swallow. Then his sculpted jaw dips in a nod.
“We need to know if you really want it,” I press, “or if you’d just be doing it to please His Radiance over there.”
None of us—including Zephyr—like the idea of Neo feeling pressured to do anything he doesn’t want to.
Lucius growls in response from the darkness of the stairs.
Vasili hisses in an audible breath that makes the room crackle with danger.
They’re both Neo’s alphas, just like I am, and we’re all super protective of my fated mate.
“I do. I mean, I think I’d like to try?” Neo reaches to link his hand with mine and searches the shadowy room with his wide stare. “But maybe… if someone else wanted to go first… so I could watch…?”
In unison, every eye in the room veers straight to Ash.
The Seelie Prince is still kneeling before the bed, bowed head glowing silver in the moonlight. Under his doeskin vest, his shoulders ripple and flex as a subtle shiver works through him.
“Well, Asher?” Zephyr’s sleek voice twines through the night. “Would you like to show Neo how best to please me?” His predatory gaze prowls over V’s tall still frame. “How best to please both your kings, perhaps?”
Oh hell to the yeah. Sign me up for that shit.
An ember of heat blooms, low and deep, between my thighs. The burning ache of arousal starts pulsing in my cunt.
“Aw, shoot, Sparrow,” Ash says huskily, face ducked so I can’t see him. “You know you never have to ask. Just tell me where you want me.”
Then Ash’s regal head lifts to find Vasili. “That goes for both of you.”
A soft breath slips between V’s parted lips. Vasili’s coil of anticipation snakes through our mating bond. Because V’s been waiting a long time—more or less patiently, to everyone’s surprise—for Ash to trust him enough to submit like this.
That’s what true submission requires, more than anything else.
Trust.
Zephyr’s lips curl in a feral grin. His single eye sears into V’s. Slowly, without breaking Vasili’s sizzling stare, Zephyr peels off his eyepatch (which is a big deal for him too in the trust department) and lays it aside.
“What say you, Goblin King?” Zephyr whispers.
“Oh, I imagine the St. Andrew’s Cross will do nicely. To begin.” Vasili’s slow smile reveals a sinister slip of fangs. “Strip for your kings, Asher, and show our First Boy how it’s done. It can be your first lesson as visiting faculty at the Icarus Academy. In the honors track.”
Still on one knee, Ash unlaces his vest, head bowed over his work.
Muscle flexes under the bloody vine and thorns tattoo wound around his thick biceps.
He slips off the garment, folds it neatly over the bed, then starts working on the laces that close his leather breeches over the monumental bulge of his dick.
His six-pack abs ripple. The first glimpse of wiry gray pubes makes my mouth dry.
Ash has one of the yummiest cocks in my harem.
Tonight, I intend to take full advantage.
Believe me.
“Very nice,” my snake breathes, eyes glittering like ice. Against the pale plane of his tummy, V’s slender cock is swelling and rising, flushing in anticipation of coming attractions.
A hint of color races along Ash’s cheekbones. Now his big hands look a little unsteady on his laces. He pauses to unstrap the big bowie knife at his thigh, then lays the weapon carefully on the window ledge for safekeeping.
When Ash finally works the leather breeches down his hips, the colossal length of his dick juts before him like a battering ram.
Oh God.
Yowsa.
He’s already hard, showing off the double row of silver studs from his Jacob’s Ladder, climbing all that thick girth in a way that makes my tongue long to scale him the same way.
“Mmmm, very nice indeed,” V praises him. “Now then. We’ll let Ronin choose the toys, shall we?”
“Bloody hell.” Still standing near the window—riveted like we all are by Ash’s slow striptease—Ronin shakes back his hair and shoots me a dark look that blazes gold with hunger. “Zara’s the queen, isn’t she? Come over here, love. I’d rather let you choose.”
Pleasure slides over my naked skin like a caress, spreading goosebumps in its wake.
Fuck.
Me.
Sideways.
This is gonna be so good.