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GREGORY
I narrow my eyes at the minion dancing around my boyfriend, rubbing my fingers together to trigger the cold iron in my blood and bring it to the surface. I don’t usually use my powers against the minions, but if her hand finds its way to his pec one more time, she’s going to find herself nursing a bone deep bruise.
“She doesn’t stand a chance,” Hassan mutters above me, clenching my hips as he grinds his dick into me.
“Does she know that? I thought we’d made it really clear that he’s off-limits,” I grumble as the minion takes her life in her own hands and starts squeezing Edovard’s bicep while rubbing her tits on his chest. “Can I intervene now?”
“Yes,” Hassan growls, releasing me.
I beeline for our boyfriend, glaring daggers at my target. The dance floor is crowded, but the minions usually pay close enough attention to get out of my way while I’m walking through, and tonight's little different. The only person I have to shove out of the way is the minion rubbing up on my man.
I hit her shoulder, cutting through her fairy magic with the cold iron in my hand, and that sends her flying into a group of other minions as I take her place in front of my boyfriend, wrapping my arms around his bulging neck and jumping intohis arms. Edovard catches me, and he immediately starts patting my ass like I’m a child. I’m not, but I put up with his form of love because he’s pretty.
Ok, he’s also one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever met, and I’m not talking about his sculpted physique.
“You know it’s not very nice to shove the minions, Gregory. We talked about respecting people’s bodies even when you’re upset.”
I grumble into his neck, taking a deep breath of his pure scent. Like my master-slash-employer-slash-boyfriend, Santanos, the Avatar of Evil, I enjoy the scent of Hell on Edovard’s skin. I’m a gnome; I was raised in the factories in Hell. Not literally. I did have a nice home, family, and childhood, but I was in the factories every chance I got, and Edovard smells like home.
“Do you want to dance with me? You can just ask; you don’t have to shove minions out of the way. I like dancing with you, and I’d say yes every time,” Edovard assures me, like I don’t already know that.
“I didn’t like the way she was touching you, Pupper,” I tell him, rocking my hips to rub my cock on his body. I release a little gnome pheromone to mark him. No one but other gnomes can scent it, but it appeases the possessive little bitch inside me that doesn’t like sharing my men with anyone.
Edovard hums and Hassan’s warm body presses into my back, bracketing me between two thirds of my men. I let my legs fall off Edovard’s hips and stand on my own, even though my favorite thing about having Edovard for a lover is the ease with which he carries me. It’s like having my own chariot at the ready any time I don’t feel like walking.
“Such a snuggleslut,” Hassan teases me.
I spin, ready to smack him too, but Edovard catches my hands and pulls me back, hugging me. I want to escape, butI can’t. He’s stronger than me. Obviously. “Edovard saves you again,” I growl at my—whatever he is. Hassan thinks we’re mates; I’m inclined to let him believe that.
It’s purely self-preservation; Hassan could eviscerate me in a blink.
“I hate snuggling,” I remind him, locking Edovard’s arms around me—just to remind myself that I’m trapped, not because I like him holding me.
Edovard kisses my neck and grinds the monster in his shorts against my ass, which makes me want to drag my men to a dark corner for a little pregaming fun. I’ve almost managed to get Edovard’s cock all the way down my throat. Almost. I’m still working on it every chance I get, because there is no way I’m going to let anyone beat me as the best deep throater in our polycule.
I hate that fucking word. Yes, I have a mate and two boyfriends, and Edovard is planning on surprising us with our own wedding sometime in the spring. (Well, it’s supposed to be a surprise, but he’s using the minions to plan it, and word around the office has spread like wildfire. I don’t know how he thought that would go, but we’re pretending we don’t know about it because, in Santanos’s words, it’s cute.) I don’t care that I’m in some kind of quadrilateral form relationship, I just hate that word. It’s ugly. I don’t like saying it; I don’t like having aspecialword for myspecialromance. Multiple partners is common enough that it should be considered as standard as monogamy (another word I hate). The only thing me and the humans can actually agree on is that love is love, and it doesn’t matter how many people I let love me.
“You’re extra grumpy tonight,” Edovard comments, and he immediately swings me back up into his arms. “Come on, you need an orgasm before you really hurt someone.”
“Sex doesn’t fix everything,” I grumble at him and hold on tight, because there’s no way I’m going to say no to a hot BJ or whatever Edovard thinks up.
“It fixes you,” Edovard replies, kissing my cheek and squeezing my ass. He’s learned over the last few months how to play me, but I’m not complaining because that means I get spit-roasted and DPed on a schedule. (Edovard thrives on schedules and has made one up for our love life; I’ve never once complained about that.)
“Edovard! Where you going? The ball’s about to drop!”
Well fuck. Not even I can justify taking Edovard away for an orgasm this close to midnight—we’ve got plans and a ritual to lead. “Put me down. We’ll fuck after the countdown.” Not that I want to wait, but it’s Edovard’s first New Year’s with the minions, and it would be bad for morale if he wasn’t here for it. Edovard keeps the minions emotionally healthy, which makes them better minions. We’ve had a thirty-seven percent increase in productivity since his arrival last summer, and I’ll be damned if anything gets in the way of our productivity, including my own fucking libido.
Plus, he’s sort of the main event tonight.
Edovard pauses. “Are you sure? We can get started early. I don’t mind missing it. I’ve seen the ball drop a lot.”
“Not like this, you haven’t,” I promise him, wiggling out of his arms. “Come on, Pupper; the only way to watch this is from the railing.”
Hassan leads the way this time, and I hold Edovard’s hand, guiding him to the edge of the roof where he’ll be able to see the big ball of light drop at midnight, marking the beginning of the new year. We promised Santanos that Edovard would have the perfect New Year’s Eve party, and if the look of wonder on his face when the minions start counting down from ten is any indication, we’re doing it right.
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