“Shut up,” he mumbled, but he smiled. “It just feels right with the two of you. And I just…I don’t even have the words. I love you both. I know I’m an ass sometimes and grumpy and difficult, but…”
“Oh shush,” Flurry said, reaching up to grab one of his horns. He dragged Klaus into a kiss, their tenderness making my chest warm. “You’re ours, baby. All ours.”
Now, I teared up again. “Fuck,” I mumbled, letting out a soft laugh.
They’d turned me into a ball of emotions, and all the while, their cocks were still buried inside of me.
“When we pull out of you, there is going to be cum everywhere,” Flurry chuckled.
“Wasn’t Klaus going to clean up…？” I teased.
“Oh, you little devil,” Klaus whispered.
I squealed as I was lifted, their cocks slipping free. I gasped as I was rolled and lifted again—and suddenly I was sitting on Klaus’ face, his tongue lapping at my pussy. My hands fell forward, bracing against his chest as he brought my cunt down on his mouth.
I gasped, crying out as another bolt of pleasure worked through me. Because of course they weren’t done with me yet.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped.
His long tongue pushed inside of me, slurping up their seed.
Flurry smirked and then spread Klaus’ legs, his cock already hard again. I licked my lips, watching as Flurry lubed up his cock again and then lined up the head with Klaus’ ass.
Fuck. I really did like watching.
Klaus lifted me for a moment, only to let out a low curse. “Fucking hell. Fuck me hard, Flurry. Her taste is driving me crazy.”
I squeaked again as he went back to fucking me with his tongue, my pussy throbbing around him. Flurry let out a low growl and thrust forward, filling our mate completely in one pump.
I moved my hips, gripping Klaus’ fur as he fucked me. I felt him moan against my pussy as Flurry moved, thrusting in and out of him.
Flurry leaned forward, catching my mouth with his. I kissed him, pleasure echoing through all our bonds. It felt like a wildfire of lust had caught, spreading through all of us with a dangerous carnal heat.
I felt every insecurity I’d ever had completely melted away. The way they touched me, loved me, devoured me—it made me feel like I was truly their queen.
Flurry deepened our kiss, his thrusts hard and measured. I felt an orgasm coming closer, Klaus’ tongue working magic on me. My cry was muffled by our kiss as I came, my hips moving fervently against my mate’s mouth.
Klaus let out a low groan as I slid off his face, collapsing onto the bed next to them. Every muscle in my body was relaxed, my pussy throbbing with the aftermath of coming so hard.
I watched as Flurry and Klaus kissed, Flurry’s cock thrusting in and out. Over and over. Their pleasure was my own, spreading through me as I watched.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” Flurry growled.
“Fill me,” Klaus rasped.
He gave one more thrust and then groaned, coming inside Klaus. Flurry stayed like that for a few moments, his face one of pure bliss. He then slowly pulled out, letting out a satisfied grunt as he looked down at the two of us.
“Man,” he whispered. “I’m so lucky. How did I get so lucky?”
I grinned as he crawled to the other side of me, centering me between the two of them. I was quickly finding that being snuggled by a yeti and krampus was one of my favorite things.
I closed my eyes, basking in the afterglow. I had so many emotions running through me. Happiness, pride, excitement, desire, lust…love. So much love.
Worry. Worry about the blackmail and that someone was trying to hurt us. I tried to push the thought away, but it lingered enough that I let out a soft sigh.
Klaus kissed the top of my head. “We’re going to figure everything out, princess. I can practically hear your mind going.”
“I’m worried,” I whispered.
“It’ll work out,” Flurry promised.
He intertwined his fingers with mine, giving my hand a gentle squeeze.
Maybe if I were doing this alone, I wouldn’t have believed it would work out. But I wasn’t. I had Flurry and Klaus, and the three of us were in this together now.
All we needed was a plan…
And then maybe we’d be able to put this mess behind us.
CHAPTER 11
FLURRY
I tugged at the collar of my dress shirt, feeling strangled by the stiff material. When I started playing hockey at a competitive level, I knew that showing up to the stadium before the game dressed to the nines was required, but I didn’t think I’d hate it this much.
Klaus reveled in it. Tonight, he dressed in an expertly tailored, slate-gray, Tom Ford, three-piece suit with a white dress shirt. The deep red of his tie and pocket square complemented the color of his fur.
To put it simply, he looked like a fucking snack. Sex on hooves. The hottest krampus I’d ever seen.
From the way Holly was staring at his moonlit silhouette, I could tell she agreed.
We were parked in the shadows at the back of the stadium parking lot, waiting for the little blackmailing shit to arrive. Our plan was simple.
Find out who they were, intimidate them until they saw how stupid it was to blackmail two monsters and their mate.
“Do you really think he’ll show?” Holly whispered. She leaned forward and peered out the front windshield.
Klaus scoffed from the backseat. “Of course he’ll show, princess. Would you trust someone to pick up $150,000 on your behalf?”
“No,” she said thoughtfully. “I guess I wouldn’t.”
Headlights flashed across the parking lot and an old Volvo parked across from the statue.
“That’s our cue,” I told Klaus.
He shrugged off his suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt. The bulge of his forearms served as a momentary distraction.
Why was that so hot?
“You stay put, princess,” he said. “Flurry and I will handle this.”
A pathetic wisp of a man hopped out of the car and darted towards the statue, but Klaus and I were quicker. We were on him within moments, with me at his back and Klaus standing in front of him, blocking his access to the bag we’d filled with dirty jock straps.
“Who the fuck are you?” Klaus bellowed, his deep voice echoing out over the parking lot.
“I, uh–” Trying to put some distance between him and Klaus, the man stepped backward and collided with my chest. His head swiveled back and forth between us, a pathetic whimper slipping past his chest.
I let out a snarl as I recognized the jacket he wore. There was a small tear on the sleeve, the fabric matching what we had discovered in the forest.
This was definitely our guy.
Klaus’ nostrils flared, his fangs bared. I growled, anger rolling through me.
“Do we scare you, you pathetic little shit?” Klaus’ mouth twisted into a crazed smile, his eyes sparking with hatred. “You should be fucking terrified.”
I gripped the man’s shoulders tight, holding him in place. “We won’t ask you again–what is your name?”
He swallowed hard. “M-Mike.”
Klaus grabbed the lanyard hanging around Mike’s neck, making him yelp.
“Hmmm,” Klaus said, tapping a claw against the laminated badge at the end of the lanyard. “It says here you’re a member of the press. A reporter, I take it.”