Fairytale flicker, p.9
Fairytale Flicker, page 9
Dorian smiled and said, “Do you think spending time here would be fun, Minu?”
She paused and looked at him. “Can I have a puppy for me? Like Edgar but smaller?”
Dorian looked at Daynette, and she smirked. “I knew that one was coming. You will have to write up a contract of agreement for chores and cleanup and washing for her and the dog. If the dog is a purebred, if you want it shown, that has to be accounted for as well.”
He blinked. “So, with that one question, I get homework?”
She beamed. “Yeah, that is the way it works. Just wait until she asks relationship questions. Those you have to answer carefully.”
“Do you have an example?”
“Where is my papa?” she sighed. “That was tricky. She knew it took two people to make a baby, and she was intensely curious. I had to explain that you and I had met, had the grownup cuddling that makes a baby, and then I had an accident that made me forget who he was, and I couldn’t find him, so I found out that I was pregnant and then she was born.”
He whistled softly, and Minu ran over, climbed the chair, and grabbed his face.
Daynette laughed. “She can’t whistle yet, so she is trying to learn by memorizing how faces are shaped.”
He mumbled. “Minu, did you want to learn to whistle?”
Minu sat there and nodded. “Can you teach me?”
“I think we will work on it tomorrow.”
Weller called out from the kitchen. “Soup!”
Daynette tried to get away from Dorian. “She needs a bit of help.”
“Weller, do you ever feed your nephews?” Dorian called out.
“Sure. I know to blow on the spoon.” Weller spoke from the hallway. “Come on, Minu. Let’s see if you like tomato noodle soup here.”
Minu smiled and slid to the floor before getting up and scrambling toward the kitchen.
Daynette chuckled. “Wash your hands, Minu.”
“Yes, Mama.”
Dorian was looking at her with wonder. “You are the mom to my kid.”
“Uh, yeah.”
He held her and buried his face against her neck. She felt hot tears, and she held him while he cried. They stayed like that for five minutes before he lifted his head and kissed her. Her heart felt like it was tumbling slowly in her chest as they kissed.
“Mama, was Papa crying? Is he sad?”
Daynette sighed and parted from Dorian. “No, I think he is really happy right now. Sometimes people cry when they are happy. Their emotions get too big, and they spill out. How was the soup?”
“Still too hot.” Her expression was accusing as she looked at Weller.
Dorian looked at her, and he started to laugh. It seemed that he was relaxing into the idea of adorable birth control.
A soft tap on the wall of windows made Daynette smile. “And here is the nanny.”
Dorian looked hopeful. “She watches over Minu?”
“All night, but you have to open the door to her.”
“Weller!”
“On it.”
A moment later, Sally walked in, and her soft wings dissipated. Minu shrieked and ran to hug her. Sally was briefed about the soup situation and nodded calmly. “I will take care of her. After the soup, I will need a bathroom and a place for Minu to sleep. She will be out of your hair tonight, Daynette.”
Daynette sighed. “Thank you, Sally. This means a lot.”
Dorian nodded. “It does. Thank you.”
Sally grinned. “I hope one day someone will do something similar for me.”
Daynette nodded. “If I can, I will.”
Chapter Nine
Issa watched Daynette fly away, and Ford walked up and sighed. “I lose more lead vocalists that way.”
Luna snorted. “Not everyone gets laid as frequently as you do, Ford.”
He grinned. “I like my cats and their omega and my omega and the baby.”
Issa chuckled. “Olivia always looks equal parts excited and exhausted. I loved her book, by the way.”
Ford grinned. “So did I. I was wondering how it would end, and then there I was.”
“Her knight in shining foreplay.” Issa chuckled.
He snickered.
Thacker wrapped his arms around her. “So, are you happy with your first winter festival?”
“It is decorations at Caber and Jess’s. It is lovely though. Does everyone out in the country go to this extent?”
Remon smiled. “I think that Caber and the Vines did it for Jess. It is her first season as a member of the family.”
Thacker murmured, “So, next year, we will have to do something special for you, Issa.”
Remon nodded. “I will brainstorm it, and Thacker will make it happen. He has talented hands.”
Issa yawned and leaned back against Thacker. “He does.”
There was a wicked chuckle from above her head.
Ford looked at her with a slightly surprised look. “Ah, got through a heat, did we?”
“Sort of.”
“Is there a pitter-patter of little hooves?” Ford smiled.
“No. I had a strict protection policy, and none of the condoms tore open.”
Ford snorted. “Spoilsport. I think you would make very cute and colourful babies.”
“Oddly enough, it isn’t about the baby; it’s about me for now.”
Ford smiled. “That is an exceptionally healthy attitude. It makes me pine for my omega and my alpha.” He patted his abdomen. “This little one is spoiled for choice when it comes to protection.”
Issa blinked. “You’re pregnant?”
“Yeah, four months. Nora set me off.” He chuckled. “So come on, my little one needs friends.”
She snorted. “My heat has come and gone. It will be a while.”
Ford looked at the alphas around her. “You would be surprised what a motivated biology can do.”
“Uh, yeah. That is why I took steps.”
Ford looked at Thacker. “You have feline characteristics?”
He nodded. “I do.”
Ford snickered. “Yeah, that is how Olivia got pregnant. One of the guys snagged the IUD.”
Issa felt her eyes widen. “Snagged on what?”
Thacker growled. “Quiet, omega.”
Ford chuckled. “So, you didn’t tell her?”
Thacker muttered, “I sort of did.”
Issa blinked and nodded. “Yeah, he sort of did.” She thought about the conversation about pain and realized what it meant. “Wait... like a cat?” She turned and glared up at him. “Lady cats beat the hell out of them for whatever that is.”
He blushed. “Yeah. But only when you are in heat. Your heat triggers my rut.”
She looked at him and sighed. “Fine. But if it comes out, you are finding someone to put it back in.”
He stared in shock. “Right. Of course.”
Ford whistled softly. “Wow. Hardcore.”
Issa shrugged. “I am made of tough stuff.”
Ford held up his fist for a knuckle bump, and Luna gathered him up and got him back on his transport with the band.
They took off with the household waving them off, and Issa yawned and stretched. “That was an eventful day.”
She looked at Remon and then Thacker. “So, you guys are going to camp out here? Good luck with that. I have a comfy bed with my name on it.”
She took a few steps and looked back at them. “You two are invited, but keep any cock barbs to yourselves.”
Issa walked back inside, said goodnight to Thea and Ida, then headed for her guestroom.
She brushed her teeth and then returned to the bedroom where Thacker and Remon were standing and speaking quietly to each other. She unlaced her outer gown, and Remon helped her slide it over her head. Thacker did the same with the inner shift. She kicked off the slippers and looked at them.
Remon smiled and reached past her, untying her hair until it became a curtain down her back. “Sit on the bed, Issa.”
She sat down, and he got a brush, stripping in front of her before he brushed her hair from the base to the crown of her head. Thacker knelt in front of her and kissed her lips, neck, breasts, and his fingertips grazed between her thighs.
Her body was singing. The swirls of gold were moving under her skin. There was a gold star over the mark the unicorn had left on her belly. She held onto Thacker’s shoulders as he moved lazily over her body until she shivered as her orgasm got closer. He slid two fingers into her, and Remon tugged the hair at her scalp. Issa was going to make a comment about what they were doing, but Thacker kissed her, and his fingers and tongue mimicked each other.
She whined and held onto Thacker and inhaled sharply when the third finger made room for itself inside her. Her body gleamed with sweat, and she was lost in sensation as her climax tightened her around him, and she groaned into Thacker’s mouth. Remon ran his fingers down her spine and rubbed the base above the curve of her buttocks. They were setting up weird touch associations, and she didn’t mind. Remon tugged her hair a little, and her body clenched around Thacker’s fingers tightly.
She panted and flinched as her body kept clutching at him, and Remon kissed her shoulder, then her neck, and then there was an icy pressure as she moaned. Fire ran through her body, the recent orgasm flared to life again, and she gripped Thacker until he pulled his fingers out of her and whimpered. He crooned softly to her, and she felt heat pressed where his fingers had been. Remon kept hold of her while Thacker forged inward. He felt hot. Very hot. She whined and arched against him, but Remon held her by his bite.
She was hanging over the edge of the bed, and Thacker put her legs around his waist while she fluttered her lashes and got used to the feeling of the heat climbing into her. She was stretched and ached, but when he was finally inside her all the way, she started shaking. Remon’s hand smoothed down her back and murmured soft words to calm her down. He licked at his mark, and Thacker held her as she got used to him. When she was able to relax again, he started to thrust, and her concentration shattered as pleasure burned along her nerves, and tiny orgasms shook her apart until he leaned forward and marked her, causing a scream that ended in a low moan. Heavy throbbing rippled through her, and she groaned as her body surrendered to his. He groaned and thrust into her as he shook and held her tight.
Issa was slumped against Thacker and panting, the scent from his skin filling her lungs.
She moaned and drooped. Thacker rubbed his head against her cheek and chuckled. “Hello, mate.”
Remon cupped her breasts and licked at his mark. “How tired are you, Issa?”
She threaded her fingers in his hair and tugged. “So exhausted. Can’t lift a finger. Sorry. Think this will be a perpetual state. Thacker will always go first, and I will always be too tired for you.”
The distressed sound that came from his throat made her smile. Thacker caught her grin and said, “Don’t worry, Rem. She’s got plenty of energy.”
She felt Remon shudder in her grip, and he muttered, “Don’t scare me like that.”
Issa laughed and turned to face him. “Then stop letting your unicorn rummage in my innards.”
Remon blushed. “I can’t really say no to him. He hasn’t tried to do that to anyone else.”
She smirked. “Gee, don’t I feel special.”
She eased off Thacker, and he whined in protest. She grinned, and Remon took her over. He leaned back, and she ended up draped over him. Laughter spilled through them as she leaned up with her hands on his chest, his erection trapped between them. Her hair surrounded them in a curtain of colour, and Remon’s expression was pure joy. She leaned toward him and kissed him.
He sighed. “You are beautiful. Perfect. Mine.”
She kissed him sweetly. “I like the flattery. Keep it up.”
“Up isn’t a problem. Not when I see you or scent you.” He smiled. “You are a danger to denim.”
She smiled. “See? Flattery is easy.”
“Will it persuade you to take me inside you?”
She raised her hips. “If you help.”
He angled his cock and pressed into her, slowly filling her.
Issa arched and gasped as he went deeper and deeper. When her skin pressed to his, she whined a little and squirmed until she got comfortable. When she settled, she pressed a hand against her abdomen and blinked at how far up he was. “Wait, was that what the unicorn was doing?”
He blushed. “Maybe.”
She sighed and started moving, rising and falling, riding him slowly. He cupped her breasts, and she held his wrists as sweat coated her, and she kept rocking until she moaned and relaxed in his grip. He draped her over his chest. “I need to finish a little harder. Is that okay?”
Issa nodded.
He rolled her to her back and thrust fast with wet slapping sounds echoing in the room. His skin glowed gold, and he pressed his mouth to his mark and shouted against her skin as he came. He dropped onto her, and he was still breathing hard.
She wrapped her legs around him and stroked the slick groove down his back. “Whoa, boy.”
He lifted his head and looked at her in astonishment.
Thacker laughed out loud.
She kept stroking his back. “Did the good boy want a treat?”
Remon growled at her.
Issa snickered. He slid out of her, and to her amusement, he was still hard. She wrapped her hand around him and started to stroke him slowly, watching his body and expression until he groaned and cum coated her thigh.
He panted and looked at her. “Why did you do that?”
“I didn’t have an apple.”
The look of outrage filled him, and she jumped to hide behind Thacker.
She ignored the cum sliding down her inner thighs and used one mate to fend off the other. It would have been easier if Thacker wasn’t laughing his ass off.
Remon grabbed her, and she yelped. He sat and pulled her over his lap. He gave her three sharp smacks. “No horse jokes!”
She gasped, and then he held her tight and kissed the spanked zone. She frowned. “But the jokes are so easy.”
Another hard smack made her wince. Issa nodded. “Right. Too easy. I will have to make fun of your hair or something.”
He wound her hair around his fist and arched her back. “You are having fun with us, aren’t you?”
She chuckled. “I didn’t sign up for the spanking, but yeah, I am having fun.”
He kissed her nose. “Good.”
Issa cleared her throat. “If you guys are up for it, I want to know if we could try that again. I missed some of the finer nuances.”
Thacker sat at the edge of the bed and got her free of Remon’s grip. “I think we could manage it. Legs behind me, sweet.”
She followed direction, and soon, she was rising and falling with her butt in his hands, her arms around his neck, and soft kisses between them. It was an excellent way to spend her time. How was she going to get anything else done?
Doing the walk of shame to breakfast lacked the shame. Jess took one look at her and burst out laughing. “I don’t think I have ever looked that smug in my life.”
Ida snorted. “The guys are outside, or I would say they are an evenly matched set.”
Issa smiled and headed for the coffee pot. “It was an interesting evening.”
Jess giggled and hugged her from the side. “You do look very smug.”
“That’s the unicorn effect. I can’t straighten my face. The ridiculous smirk won’t go away.” Issa sighed. She put her coffee down on the table and massaged her face.
Jess laughed and put a plate with pancakes in front of her. “Enjoy it. That rush of feeling safe after being vulnerable is wonderful.”
Issa nodded. “I don’t know where we will live, how we will live, or if I will have to keep working from home.”
Jess nodded. “I think you are good. Remon owns some businesses, and Thacker has his art. He is sought after rather intently as he only creates when the mood strikes him.”
“Do you have any of his pieces?”
Jess snorted. “No. I have seen them online. He’s in a lot of galleries.”
“Yeah, stupid overachieving alphas.” Issa drank her coffee.
Jess snickered. “Well, they are what they are. Omegas are what they are, and we are what is left in the middle.”
Issa sighed. “And we can’t even get that right.” She stabbed her pancakes.
Jess laughed, and Thea made some more.
Issa muttered, “Oh, and sorry for any... uh... noise.”
Thea laughed. “Don’t worry about it, dear. Jess, Caber, and Melbourne do not confine their activities to the bedroom in the evenings. We can usually tell what is going on by how fast the horses are running.”
Jess blushed, and Issa covered her mouth as she laughed. Caber and Melbourne came in ahead of Remon and Thacker, and she lost it with laughter.
Thacker picked her up and settled her on his lap as she wheezed and tried to get herself back under her control. He murmured, “Was she making horse jokes about Remon again?”
She started off again, and tears tracked down her cheeks.
Jess tried to explain the other joke about scaring the horses, and Issa hiccoughed softly against Thacker’s chest. She rubbed her waist. “Ow.”
Remon sat next to her and massaged her waist. “Good laugh?”
“Yeah. It sparked off last night, and the jokes just kept coming.”
He whispered, “That wasn’t all that kept coming.”
She flushed and elbowed him. “If you didn’t hear that, raise your hand.”
No one in the kitchen raised their hand. Everyone was smirking or laughing. There was nothing meanspirited about it, just genuine amusement. Alphas were weird.
Breakfast was consumed by all, and dishes were done. Jess looked at Issa. “What do you have planned for today?”
“Remembering how to walk with my thighs touching. That’s about it.”
