I kissed him hard again. Dylan linked, “I’m here until the end of our days, Lacy. We are going to be centuries old looking hot as hell. I’ll spray paint SGAP’s hair at some point and call him an old man. I’m thinking when he turns one hundred will be the ticket.”
I snorted and pulled back. I cried, “Dylan.” Dylan hugged me assuring, “I’m here and I’ll always be here. Now, tidings of great joy must be given since there is no color outside yet. I thought I appropriately wound up my toys, but they are just not cooperating today.”
“Dylan thinks clitmas should upon us with the red bell of clitty joy. What say ye blessed and perfect mate who found these joyous toys? They shall call you Saint Sexy, giver of clitmas. I’m really thinking that saying could catch on.”
Kiara snickered as Dylan wiped my tears away. I agreed, “Whatever you want, just don’t go. You can’t leave me.” Dylan snorted, “I will never leave you. You have been what I longed and hoped for. My dream was to one day be good enough to be by your side.”
I replied, “You’ve always been good enough.” I knew why he thought he wasn’t though. It made the goodwill I’d had for Davis slink away in a millisecond. Dylan doubted his goodness because of that annoying man. I cupped my mate’s face and kissed him gently this time.
I heard him click the vibrator on. Dylan growled, “You smell divine.” I pushed back and ripped off the t-shirt I had on and quickly redid my whipped cream and laid on the kitchen counter. Like I had been before I left Blue Moon.
Dylan purred, “That’s quite the sight and I have the joy of clitmas in my hands.” I snorted, “You’re really trying to coin that phrase.” Dylan gasped, “You’re the one who brought it forth, Saint Sexy. Mmhmmm you know how I love my whipped cream.
Dylan attacked my nipples and moaned in delight. I gasped as I felt the bell against my clit. The shape was actually really working for me. I screamed, “Dylan!” My husband gasped, “You’re already orgasming? IT REALLY IS THE GIVER OF CLITMAS!” I moaned and gyrated against him.
Dylan hummed, “I shall gift Sleep Tyrant and SGAP these this year.” Of course he would. Good for Haley and Emmaline, honestly. Dylan said, “And next is the gingerbread man and his massive schlong. It’s not as good as mine, but for a gingerbread man we’d have to put him in the record books.”
Dylan kissed my neck and slid the vibrator inside me. I moaned his name. Dylan growled and nipped on my neck. I jerked my hips against his hand as he worked me over. I screamed his name again. I tried to get up and push him against the wall.
My Beta chuckled, “Uh uh, Lacy Frost. There is a whipped bottom I must enjoy. Then we get to have celebratory magical we are alive sex.” My mate dropped to his knees and pulled me to the edge of the counter.
I felt his tongue touch me and dropped my head back gasping. Dylan groaned, linking me, “You are divine. I will feast on this right here for the rest of my life. I can’t believe you thought I’d ever let this go. This is mine! Merry Clitmas to me.”
My husband sucked me deep in his mouth and used his tongue to precision. Then he slid his fingers inside me and I was done. I saw stars and fell back on the counter, seeing color bursting outside. I chuckled, “Pink skies, Dylan.”
Dylan jumped up exclaiming, “For shame, King Fire Hands! I thought he had it. Sleep Tyrant is such a slacker. I’ll work with him on his competitive problems.” Right before the magic reached us, blue magic swirled like a wave and green waved round like windswept grass.
Dylan squealed, “A TIE BETWEEN KING FIRE HANDS AND SLEEP TYRANT! Think of how much SGAP will growl that he won when I say it was a tie because my brother in law and the Fairy King. This is going to be a great go to evasive truth FOR YEARS TO COME!”
My mate threw open one of our windows and yelled, “SAINT SEXY SAYS MERRY CLITMAS TO ALL AND NO SLEEP TONIGHT!” The pack link boomed with laughter. I asked, “How did our pack hear you?”
Dylan winked, “The window is charmed to carry to Blue Moon if it’s open. Also, once your heat ends I have set up transportation of the Fairy teleporting way back to our home. You SHALL sleep in our Blue Moon home once it all comes to its glorious end.”
Kiara purred, “Mate always thinks of everything.” Yes, he did. Dylan shouted, “THAT’S MY MATE, JUST SO YOU KNOW! I KNOW CLITMAS WILL CATCH ON!” He closed the window and started to run back to me.
The magic hit me, and I pounced on him midway. Dylan growled, “On the floor. That’s right, my Alpha. Give me those sexy rug burns. I’ll show my ass off with pride.” I growled, “MINE!” Dylan nodded, “Eternally yours.”
I slid down on him, gripped his pecks before I squeezed. Dylan purred and I set a fast pace with my hips. When I came Dylan did some moves that told me he’d been working with the Hackura he called ninjas.
I was suddenly on all fours, and he was back in me. Dylan nipped my shoulder. “Both packs is going to hear you streaming my name, Lacy Frost. I closed the window so I’ll be putting in my best effort to make your screams that loud.” Kiara purred, “Yes.” I whined as the full part of my heat hit.
We’d learned at first the magic was like an aphrodisiac, but then the heat kicked in. Dylan gripped my hips and slammedinto me as I tried to hang onto myself to remember these moments. They always came in flashes later and they were delicious.
I grabbed the red clit vibrator. Dylan chuckled, “Merry Clitmas, Lacy Frost.” I worked my clit while Dylan pounded into me and screamed out in pleasure. That was the last coherent thought I had until I woke up practically starving.
Dylan was asleep next to me. Kiara was asleep in my head. Dylan had us in our bed, back in our pack and we were wrapped up in the Christmas blanket. Because of course we were. I quietly left and went to a guest area with clothes in my hand.
Once I was dressed, I called Farrin. He answered, “Ahh, the heat has ended. Three magics combined. You’re lucky it wasn’t Queen Lucinda’s full answer to her Fairy sides, or you’d still be busy. Not that any of you would complain about that.”
I snorted, “Yeah, no. We would not ever do that. I need a few favors.” Farrin replied, “I’m happy to oblige. What do you need, Lacy?” I answered, “Can you snap my trainwreck of a hair back to normal?” Farrin belly laughed, and I heard him snap his fingers.
I sighed in relief, “Thank you. Next, can you pop to me?” Farrin admitted, “I was hoping for difficult tasks. These are so simple.” Farrin popped in front of me and smirked. I whispered, “Am I glowing?” Farrin nodded, “You are.” I squealed and did a happy dance.
Farrin hugged me saying, “Congratulations, sister in law.” I told him, “Now, the fun begins. I need it to look like Christmas threw up in here. I want a red sweatshirt that says Santa Baby with footprints on it.”
Farrin smirked, “Ahhh so you admit they are babies.” I snorted, “It was to go with the song lyric, but now I want it to say Santa Pup with baby wolf prints.” Farrin threw his head backand laughed then snapped his fingers. I was now in appropriate attire.
I turned around and the mantle was now decorated in Christmas themed white and red. There were five stockings on the mantle with garland, wreaths, peppermint decorations and five trees with presents under them.
