Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Thirteen
Ash
Not gonna lie.
Blowing the senator’s public orgy for a private one out here feels like a real inspired idea.
Our reliable First Boy Neo leads us straight to it.
Straight outta the seething sex pit the Great Hall’s turning into.
Through a sliding glass door that isn’t totally blocked by a writhing tangle of horny witches and warlocks, pressed against the windows and scattered across the floor, who’ve mostly stripped down by now and are really starting to bang.
With the ragtime piano still playing a demented kinda jingle in the corner.
“I mean, they can’t actually blame me for the orgy if I’m not even there , can they?” Zara demands as we slink outta there into the night.
“They’ll probably still try, princess,” I say sympathetically. “But at least there won’t be pictures in the papers, huh?”
“Yeah, no,” she snorts. “Not this time. I’m not gonna get photographed and splashed across social media in an orgy that includes half our parents.”
“Thank fuck for that.” All I can see of Vasili, swanking along up front, is his straight back in his gangster suit.
But his voice slithers under the tilted brim of his fedora.
“My father may imagine he’s prepared to tolerate a queer son, darlings—but only since we’ve given him no choice.
His tolerance would not survive seeing the nine of us fuck. ”
“Don’t worry, V,” Neo tells him, so earnest. “No one can follow us here. Come on.”
The whole kit and kaboodle of us —our gal and our guys—leg it across the flagstone patio behind the lodge. Despite the fire blazing in the firepit and a circle of abandoned champagne glasses, the patio’s all still and silent under the crisp cold of a mountain night that’s sharp as glass.
Mingled snatches of music and laughter, peppered with moans and cries as the orgy kicks in, fade away behind us.
The high pure whistle of the mountain wind stings my face and sings in my ears.
Tonight’s flying weather, for a Seelie. We’re an airborne race. The wings tattooed across my shoulders tingle and stir.
But I got other fish to fry tonight.
We all file after Neo down a twisty walkway, lit by solar-powered lamps that poke above the snowdrifts, toward a glowing glass dome that dominates the white expanse of the back lawn.
As we hustle along, I peel outta my tuxedo jacket and wrap it around Zara’s bare shoulders.
Then I tuck my girl up against my body for added warmth.
Fortunately, she’s wearing those glittery green combat boots Neo got her.
So I ain’t as worried about her losing her footing on a patch of ice.
Still, none of us wanna risk our princess.
Or our kids.
“Too cold for you and the kiddos out here?” I ask.
The snow stopped falling hours ago and the path’s been shoveled.
The stars blaze, cold and pale, under a midnight sky that makes me itch to spread my wings.
But the keen wind frosts my breath and slices through the sleek twill of my shirt like a knife.
My wings ripple against my back, yearning to feather and spread over both of us for warmth.
“No worries, big man. We’re only out here for a sec. I won’t freeze.” Zara wraps an arm around my waist and reaches back for Mordred. She laces her fingers through his to pull our sex demon closer.
That guy—Mordred—he’s blazing with heat I can feel from six feet away. But he’s more than eager for the contact. Path’s barely wide enough for the three of us, but we make it work.
He tucks against Zara’s other side and manifests a thick tentacle, one of his primaries, to snake around both of us.
One insinuating feeler curls and flexes around my ass cheek in a hopeful squeeze.
I reach back and give his limb a friendly rub. Old enemy of mine and Sparrow’s, but we all made our peace.
No point holding a grudge, is there?
Not like Zara or Neo would let us hold one. Those two want harmony in this harem. Especially now, while our gal’s knocked up. And while V and Max have dragon eggs incubating in the nest back on Avalon.
Still, I ain’t one of Mordred’s alphas. I’m nobody’s alpha.
The Seelie race, we don’t do alphas.
So Seelie dick ain’t what Mordred needs to break his superheat.
“Snuggle up, babes.” Seelie or no, Mordred pulls us both closer. His tentacle teases my crack through my pants in a way that makes my pucker tingle and my balls clench. “I’m kickin’ out enough BTU’s right now to heat up this whole harem.”
“Welcome to your first superheat, Aquaman.” Zara giggles and snuggles into both of us. “I’m running hot myself this whole pregnancy, feels like. A little fresh air actually feels really good.”
To demonstrate her point, she breathes in deep. Under that shimmery silver dress, my gal burns like a coal against my side.
Without warning, Ronin falls in on my free side (basically plowing through the snow, since he’s wearing leather pants and boots tonight with his tux). The dude slings an arm around my shoulders.
Tell you true, I’m a little bit surprised.
Sure, we bump uglies. But him and me, we ain’t all lovey-dovey, generally speaking, given our history. Over time, we just found our way to a space we’ve settled into.
Frenemies with benefits.
That’s what Zara calls it.
Can’t say I mind.
He’s Ronin Pendragon. Magnetic as fuck, and the bastard knows it.
“Feel like a proper shagging, mate?” Ronin whispers in my ear on a puff of heated breath. “Zara and the other alphas, they’ll be breaking Mordred’s heat. And Red—Neo—won’t want to let all that alpha go to waste. Leaves you and me and Zeph…” He pauses. “…if you want.”
All the blood in my body rushes south and gathers in my dick. Mr. Happy swells and shoves against my zipper like a dog that wants out. My balls swing, heavy as a bull elephant’s, between my thighs.
“I want,” I say hoarsely.
Katie, bar the door.
Kinda gobsmacked, to be honest, by exactly how much of him I want.
Lucky I don’t throw back my head and howl.
I ain’t a telepath, Fae noggins don’t work that way. But something in my voice must give me away. Ronin snorts and slinks closer. Now all I can smell is the primal reek of ambergris and sex.
That’s him .
His hot lips brush the sensitive tip of my ear. Blatant foreplay for any Fae, and the rascal knows it.
“Hate fuck,” he whispers, so soft I can barely hear, under the whistle of the mountain wind. “Definitely something to be said for it, innit?”
“Oh, yeah,” I say from the heart.
“You two are so cute together. I love it.” Zara grins at both of us, then lifts her face to let Mordred nuzzle her cheek.
That kraken needs a lotta physical contact right now. And our princess, she’s one of his alphas. So she’s got what he needs.
Max and Lucius, who were farthest from the escape hatch we all just scarpered through, lope down the path and fall in right behind us.
“Neo Mercury, what in Saint Sergius’ name are you thinking?” the dragon calls in a puff of white breath. “Zara and the babies need warmth—”
“I know, Max, it’s okay,” Neo calls back patiently. He’s still towing V and Sparrow along by the hand, and neither one’s what you would call resisting. So our bookworm’s setting a pretty brisk pace.
Now, finally, Neo lets the guys go.
Those two melt together, Sparrow sharing the heat from his dragonscale-armored body with V. Both those guys are all clingy and soft-eyed and basically inseparable in a way that makes me really happy to see.
I mean, after all these months of bickering.
Geezus, I’m glad that’s over.
Meanwhile, Neo presses his palms against the glass igloo and whispers an unlocking spell.
A triangular panel of door swings in with a snick.
A puff of stream, smelling like spruce and balsam, curls through the opening to greet us. Neo steps through and waves us all in, eyes glowing with anticipation and love, smile already blooming on his gentle face.
The rest of us tumble inside, me nudging Zara gently in front of me, even if she doesn’t seem to mind the cold. The moist warm air wraps around us like a blanket.
Lucius pads in last and shuts the door behind him, already looking for a latch to lock it.
I dunno what I expected to find in here.
Definitely not the purl and seethe of a bubbling jacuzzi sunk right into the mountain, lit up green and amber by underwater lights.
The whole igloo is rimmed by a circle of comfy cushioned chaises, all piled with fleecy blankets.
It’s a setup complete with a stack of fresh towels, a wet bar, a tray full of tiny crystal glasses…
Not to mention a bottle of the enchanted moon wine Zephyr had shipped from Avalon (by the crateful and on dragonback) as a guest gift for the senator.
Vasili saunters right over to uncork the bottle. That moon wine’s some potent shit. Plus it’s an aphrodisiac.
Safe to say we all see the potential.
“Whee!” Mordred takes one look at the jacuzzi, then sheds his party duds at record speed. His shirt flies one way, his trows another. We all get a sec to process that he’s actually wearing the indecently tiny naughty-or-nice Christmas thong Vasili got him as a gag gift.
And to appreciate the meaty flex of gluteal muscle under all that lickable bronze skin.
The man is built like a brick shithouse.
I got no problem admitting it.
Mordred bends over and shucks his thong, then straightens to flash a mouthwatering visual of his double dicks.
His primary dick juts straight out like a battering ram (ask me how I know).
His backup dick’s just emerging from his genital slit underneath, where it retracts when it’s not needed, peeking out shyly between his beefy thighs.
“Oh, fuck me,” Ronin groans, gripping my shoulder hard. For emotional support, I guess.
“Think that’s the general idea,” I drawl. “That demon’s hot for it tonight, ain’t he.”
And fuck if that potent sex demon rizz isn’t sexing up the whole mountain.