“You will. When the witch and the Fae fill the room with sexy magic, trust me,” Tiernan rumbles as he strips quickly. “Between the two of them, you’ll feel like a fucking teenager again. That might have been in the caveman days for you, old man, but you’re not immune.”
“Hilarious, feline,” I reply drily. I’m the most clothed person in the room besides our mate, though, so I concede enough to remove my shirt as we set boundaries. “I will take your advice, but we cannot go further until everyone has stated their limits and established what their safe words are.”
Unsurprisingly, the basilisk answers first. “Don’t have any as long as you respond to the word… mine’s mockingbird.”
I give him a pleased look, filing that information away for later. Turning to the cat, I arch a brow. “And you?”
“Argyle.” He shrugs at my chuckle, but I can see the heat on his cheeks. “It’s not like I’d say it during sex, right? That’s the purpose.”
Fiadh crawls over to him, sliding her fingers over the rippling muscles of his broad chest. “It would be pretty weird; I agree. Plus, I think it’s cute.”
The sound of a throat clearing brings my attention back to the bound Fae, who seems perfectly content in his spot. “Mine’s Shamrock, and before you groan, it’s been that for too damn long to change it. Maybe you’ll get the story out of me one night when I’m drunk.”
Witchling’s eyes cut to me and she looks very mischievous, so I believe that’s something that will definitely happen on this trip. “You know mine is penguin. It’s on my amulet.”
“Should I need it—which would be extremely unlikely—I use filigree.” Satisfied knowing that we’ve all given the base information, I tilt my head. “Only the snakelet gave me hard limits. Please state them if you have ones you are aware of.”
“This is like a fucking board meeting,” Khol grumbles, and I silence him with a dark glare.
“If you wish to play with this equipment with a woman you call your mate, we will do it correctly.” I glance around, daring any of them to challenge my authority as the crimson of the demon inside of me fills my eyes. “We do not take risks with something this precious. So many supesneverfind their true mates and we should not have found her, by all rights. The magical community made a mistake by casting her and her sister out—to our great advantage. Do not be foolish.”
The cat runs his hand over Fiadh’s hair gently. “He’s right, Bedia. This group will form a family, and that will only happen when we can wholly trust each other. I don’t have many issues, but I’d prefer no masks. The blindfold is fine.”
“It’s for the squirmy Fae, anyway,” Khol mutters before he sighs. “We know she doesn’t like her feet touched in that way. But biting, scratching, fangs, and light spanking are fine. I can take a good bit more rough shit and it doesn’t bother me a bit.”
“I’m game for anything but latex,” Revelin adds with a shudder. “Just a bitch to get off and on. Hot and messy. I float both ways in every sense and you’d be hard pressed to find things I’m not cool with.”
“Witchling?” I press and she whips her head up to give me a look that guarantees we’ll be clashing tonight. “What else?”
“No fucking bathroom stuff. I doubt that’s anyone’s thing, but that’s not my jam.” Her lips quirk up and she crawls over to the edge of the bed, shocking me when she lays her fingertips on my abs. She’s avoided touching me intimately since the glass incident, and now she’s looking up at me like she’s going to suck my cock any second. “But I have an idea what will work for you, even if you don’t. Not usually in my oeuvre, but I’m willing to make an exception if you share the lead with me.”
I arch a brow. “And what would that be?”
Pushing up until she’s as tall as I am, the stubborn witch leans in to whisper something almost inaudible in my ear. I don’t know where she learned that trick, but it’s obvious no one else in the room heard it when they didn’t comment. My dick turns to fucking iron within a second, and I have to take a calming breath when my fangs poke through my gums.
That’s never been one of my kinks, and I have no idea how she knew it would work, but fuck if I’m going to argue.
“We… have an agreement,” I rasp as I look down at her hungrily. “Now strip for us, witchling. Everyone in this room is eager to see you ready for us.”
“No fair keeping secrets,” Revelin grumbles, but I hold my hand up to quiet him when our girl tugs her shirt over her head. His grumbles stop when she flicks her bra open and tosses it away, revealing her full breasts and soft curves to our gaze. “But I’ll get over it..”
“Surprise, surprise,” Tiernan says as he leans in and pulls her to the end of the bed. He hooks his arms around Fiadh’s, keeping her in place loosely. “You get to watch as they torture her, Rev. I know how youloveto watch.”
Adding that to my ‘family kink bank,’ I wait until the cat has our mate spread out and ready before gesturing at the snake. “Start withher nipples. They’re shiny and begging for attention. I’ll give the Fae something to focus on.”
Khol dives in, using his mouth and fingers to work over the pierced buds immediately. The sounds our witch makes are music to my ears as I unbuckle my belt and release some of the pressure in my pants. Looking down at the Prince, I flash my fangs and his eyes flutter closed. His cock is standing at attention now, and I study the piercings and Fae marks. He truly is beautiful from head to toe, much like Fiadh’s other mates.
Luckily, I’m aware of how much the Fae enjoy the benefits of sexy play with vampires.
Bending at the waist, I rake my fangs over his shoulder, drawing a tiny amount of blood. Revelin shivers from head to toe, and I know I was right. As the snakelet continues to make our girl moan, I move over the prone Fae’s body, cutting him just enough to make his aura a deep purple. I know that means he’s enjoying the pain—also something I sensed about the playful royal. He likes a bit of bite in his kiss; it’s a perfect way to push him to the edge right now.
“Mother Brighid, Khol, I can’t…”
My head turns as I see the witchling squirming against the leopard eagerly, but I’m pleased to note the basilisk hasn’t derivated from my instructions. He’s still working above the waist and, by the heavy scent of arousal in the air, it’s doing exactly what I intended.
This group will be more than satisfactory to every part of me; I didn’t think such a thing was possible.
“Dezi, if you don’t get over here and help me, I’m going to tell them,” Fiadh pants, her eyes full of fire.
