“I guess I’m finally embracing the Christmas spirit.” I worked the icicle deeper, my back arching off the chair.
Dane made a strangled noise somewhere between a laugh and a groan. “That’s not what that phrase means.”
I fucked myself with my creation, my legs trembling as I neared my peak. My magic responded to my heightened emotions, and the ice chair beneath me glowed with soft blue light.
“We’re all yours, Neve.” Rudy’s voice cut through the haze of pleasure. “Every part of us.”
“Forever.” Dane’s eyes never left where the icicle disappeared inside me.
“Show us,” Vix demanded, his voice rough. “Show us what it looks like when you come apart.”
The raw need in their voices, the intensity of their gazes, and the bond pulsing between us was too much. I fucked myself harder, my other hand returning to work my clit.
“That’s it,” Pierce said through gritted teeth, his own movements growing erratic. “Let go.”
A cry tore from my throat as pleasure crashed over me. Their moans joined mine, and white-hot pleasure ricocheted back and forth across the bonds until I couldn’t tell where mine ended and theirs began.
My pussy clamped down on the icicle-shaped cock, and I finally let the magic holding it together go. The melting sensation made me tremble harder, my legs squeezing together.
When my pleasure finally began to retreat, I collapsed back against the chair, my chest heaving. The men looked equally wrecked, disheveled and satisfied, their eyes still fixed on me.
Cole was the first to move, tucking himself away before approaching me. He knelt beside the chair, pressing a gentle kiss to my knee. “I think we have our winner.”
I laughed, breaking the intensity of the moment, and the others joined in. They fixed their clothing and moved toward me.
Dane scooped me up from the chair, cradling me against him. “First prize is a hot bath and cuddles.”
“Followed by dinner.” Don picked up my discarded clothes.
“And dessert.” Blitz waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
I nestled against Dane’s warmth, feeling utterly content.
Chapter 36
Christmas Eve Pregaming
Iwas dragged into quality control, a sprawling room in the workshop’s east wing filled with more toys than a department store on Black Friday.
“No offense, but this is ridiculous.” I planted my feet as we reached the doorway, which was pointless against four determined men. “I have actual magic to practice. You know, the kind that decides whether Christmas continues to exist?”
Kip tugged my arm playfully. “Thisisactual magic practice.”
“Playing with toys?” I raised an eyebrow that I hoped conveyed the full depth of my skepticism.
“Christmas Eve pregaming.” Dane swept his arm toward the workshop where several elves scurried about with clipboards, measuring tools, and stopwatches.
Don simply lifted me off my feet and carried me into the room like I was a stubborn package delivery.
“Put me down, you reindeer barbarian!” I smacked his chest, which felt like hitting warm marble.
Blitz walked next to us, unfazed by me being manhandled by his herdmate. “This is where the toys are evaluated. It’s literally the most important job.”
Don deposited me in front of my dad, who sat cross-legged on the floor surrounded by an army of action figures arrangedin an epic battle scene. His hair was mussed, his cheeks flushed pink with excitement, and he looked more like an overgrown child than Santa Claus, Bringer of Christmas Joy.
“Snowflake!” Dad beamed up at me. “Excellent timing. The galactic defenders need reinforcements against the void creatures.” He held up a purple alien figurine with three eyes and articulated tentacles.
I glanced at Don, who stood quietly beside me. “I can’t believe you support this.”
