Mad, Bad & Dangerous

his spine, thrusting gently into his hand. He wasn’t really working it, but then the point of the exercise was not to get off. Not by himself.

Kett growled and threw herself into bed. Her breasts jiggled wonderfully as she moved, and Bael’s cock twitched and jerked in response. He couldn’t help a little gasp of pleasure. Damn, what he wouldn’t give to have those breasts in his hands instead of his own flesh. To suck a tight little nipple into his mouth. To rub that firm flesh all over his cock.

He closed his eyes, trying to block that image. It’d have him coming in seconds if he thought about it much more.

He heard the mattress move as Kett shifted in bed. What if she was touching herself? His breath quickened. What if she was even now sliding her own hands over her breasts, pinching at her own nipples, skimming her flat stomach, dipping her fingers between her legs?

Bael realized he was panting and opened his eyes, because closing them clearly hadn’t worked.

Then he sucked in a hard breath again because Kett was standing over him, gloriously naked, her hands on her hips and her breasts, her wonderful breasts, rising and falling.

“You know, I did promise,” she said, as if she was convincing herself.

“It’s okay,” Bael assured her. “I won’t think any less of you.” He smoothed away a drop of pre-cum. Kett licked her lips and he’d swear she wasn’t aware of it.

“I mean,” she said a little breathlessly, her eyes locked on his cock, “you can’t, you know, just whack yourself off like this. Not when there’s someone else in the room. It’s just…just…”

She licked her lips again. Bael tried very hard not to smile.

“I mean, I could help you out,” she said. “Return the favor.”

“Right,” Bael said. He cupped his own balls. “Very kind of you.”

“I’m not kind,” Kett snapped, but without any force whatsoever. Her silvery eyes were glittering. She leaned closer and closer, falling to her knees and reaching for his hips. Her breath feathered his cock. Her breasts brushed his thigh.

“Of course you’re not, sweetheart,” he said breathlessly.

“Call me sweetheart again and I’ll bite it off,” Kett said mildly, and then she finally, finally lowered her head and brushed her lips over his cock.

“Oh gods,” Bael said.

“Damn right,” Kett mumbled, before opening her mouth and taking him inside.

Bael lost track of what happened after that. All he was aware of was pure sensation, pleasure slamming through him, her hot, wet mouth doing amazing, wonderful, incredible things to his aching penis.

When he came he cried out her name, and she swallowed it all down.

“Okay,” she said, her voice a little thick. “Better?”

She stood up, a little wobbly, then her leg gave way and she fell onto him. Bael didn’t mind one bit and gathered her closer, fitting her body against his.

“Much better,” he agreed. “Any time you need me to insult someone, you just let me know. More than happy.”

“I’ll bet,” Kett said, wriggling. “Let me go.”

“And ruin my afterglow? Tell you what,” he let her sit up and was delighted to feel her pussy sopping wet against his stomach, “you go back to bed…” She started to get off him and he let her. “And I’ll come with you and then we’ll both be happy.”

Kett paused, on her knees astride him.

“I promise I’ll be good,” he said, grinning and slipping one hand between her legs. She was so wet, puffy and swollen for him. Her eyelids fluttered as he stroked her.

“You better be,” she said, and Bael followed her happily to that big, soft bed.

One day, Kett, he thought as she stretched out, all naked and incredibly desirable, one day you’ll stop fighting yourself on this.

But I hope to all the gods you’ll never stop fighting me.

***

Kett woke in the morning with Bael’s arms around her and his warm chest pillowing her cheek.

It was a damn pleasant way to wake up, and something Kett was getting cozily used to. Which made her scowl, because getting used to anything with Bael was not a good idea.

She mulled idly over the previous day’s events, absently stroking his shoulder as she did. Striker irritating the dragon. The hideous duke and duchess. Giving head to Bael.

Mmm.

But hard on the heels of that thought was the one that said, You introduced him to your family as your boyfriend. And it’s Yule. There is absolutely no way you can tell them you were just joking around, not today. And anyway, after that huge snog yesterday in the dining room in front of them, they’d never believe it.

She sighed. Looked like she was going to have to carry on pretending while she was here. Pretend Bael really was her boyfriend. Eat dinner with him. Share a room with him. Have lots of scorching sex with him.

Well, it had its upside.

And then after Yule she could leave, tell her family she and Bael had broken up, and go back to normal. Go back to the cabin in the mountains with Jarven and the dragons, and avoid human contact for the rest of her-

Oh piss. Except for that damn cave. She really had to talk to Bael about that.

Bael stirred beneath her, his green eyes opening and smiling at her. “Morning,” he said, sleepy and unshaven and disheveled, and Kett’s brain switched off completely for a moment.

“Hi,” she breathed. Then, still trying to connect her brain to the rest of her body, she added, “Happy Yule.”

He frowned. “That’s today?”

“Yep.” Kett pushed her hair out of her eyes. “Same day every year.”

“Oh. I saw the signs in the shops and stuff on my way in. I figured it was soon. Uh, happy Yule.”

Kett frowned. “Nasc don’t celebrate Yule?”

“No, not really. It’s a human thing.”

Kett supposed it was. Still, it was strange-Yule was a huge winter festival in Peneggan and Angeland, and in large parts of Euskara too. Surely he must be aware of what went on?

“What do you, er, do?” Bael asked. “To celebrate?”

“Uh,” Kett said. Usually she went down to the pub for a few beers and tried to persuade Jarven to join her for a proper meal. After that, she went home and did what she did every other day. But then, Kett was aware she wasn’t exactly normal. Her family had proper Yule traditions that she didn’t usually join in with.

“We, er, exchange presents,” she said, realizing she should have brought some. “And cook a…feast. And, er…I think people go to temple.”

“Isn’t Yule some winter solstice celebration?” Bael asked.

“Probably. Oh, and there’s the Yule Ball,” Kett added, on safer ground now. “It’s the triplets’ birthday, so there’s always this big party for it.”

“Here?”

“Yep.”

“Are you going?”

“Probably,” Kett said morosely. Usually she liked to think she was in charge of her own life, but there was no way in the Realm Nuala was ever going to let her escape the party now that she was here.

“You don’t like it?”

“It’s full of people like those from yesterday,” Kett said. Nuala always ended up inviting people for diplomatic purposes whom no one else could stand. The good news was that it was a big party, so they were usually avoidable. The bad news was the really irritating ones were everywhere.

“Oh. Well, cheer up. I’ll come with you and we can insult all the really hideous ones, and for every one that leaves you can give me another blowjob. In fact,” Bael was running his hands down her back, “let’s make a game of it. For every one I run out of the party, you go down on me, and for every one you run out