Page 1 of O Holy Spite

I’ve Got My Love To Keep Me Warm

Fitz

Since the phone call with the hillbilly lawyer, my baby girl has been subdued. None of us like hearing her relate what that bitch did to her under the guise of ‘counseling sessions,’ but we can’t change the past. Dolly kept the bulk of Rockland’s abuse to herself because she worried it would hurt her reputation and make all of our lives harder at this stupid school. I wouldn’t have given a fuck about those things if she’d told me, so I guess she was a little bit right.

Doesn’t mean I’m not going to fantasize what I’ll do to the corpse nibbling bag of bones when we’re sure she can’t harm our girl anymore.

“It’s going to be so bloody and painful,” I murmur to myself as I grin maniacally. “Every jab and ache she caused my baby girl will be avenged if I have to murder the entire Council to get to her.”

“Fitz.”

I look up to see Chessie smiling down at me fondly. He’s the calm to my raging storm of fury and hyperactivity—well, him and our girl—so he’s used to finding me worked into a froth. “Yeah, baby?”

“You know we can’t attack the ratty cunt until we’re sure she doesn’t have that book in the pipeline somewhere, right?”

Pouting, I grab his arm, yanking him into my lap. “But I don’t wanna wait, Chessie. I wanna make her guts into garters for our girl. I bet she’d wear them for at least a minute. She’s vicious when she hunts—or so they Flying Weenies say. I don’t know because they haven’t let me come along yet.”

His brow arches as he melts into me, his fingers stroking over my jaw. “Baby, you’re pouting even harder now. Are you more angry at the Rockland skank or at not seeing my angel tear up her food?”

I wrinkle my nose at him, huffing as I shrug. “Why not both?”

Laughing softly, the cheetah leans in, brushing his lips against my ear. “You’re just as hot when you get your tail kinked as you are when you’re going psycho. And I know our girl agrees with that.”

“I sure as fuck do,” the voice calls out behind us, her tone filled with amusement. “In fact, I think you’re both hot no matter what you’re doing.”

“Baby Girl!” I beam over Chessie’s shoulder at her, shifting him over my stiffening cock. “Just in time to help me show our cheetah how much we appreciate his purr.”

Her eyes widen as her breath hitches. “I love that idea.”

Tilting my head for Chess to continue, I hold up a hand to call her over. “Don’t make me use the Mortal Kombat voice; shake that fluffy tail.”

Giggling, she scampers to the couch, crawling over to us like a fucking snack in her tiny pajamas. I love seeing her smile excitedly; the bullshit lately makes it happen less and I’m intent on fixing that right now. “You look delectable when you’re on your hands and knees.”

Chess huffs a snicker against my skin, biting my neck firmly before mumbling, “Good luck getting her to do it again, baby. Our Queen sets her own terms, even with Felix.”

I watch as Dolly reaches out and strokes Chessie’s hair fondly. “That’s right, my white knight. No one will ever force me to submit again. I choose when I let go of control, don’t I? Just like you…”

Fuck. Me. It’s a fucking Christmas miracle—my girl’s going to top my boy with me.

“Uh-huh.” Chess mutters as her hands slide down his back to squeeze his hips. He wriggles against my cock and my head falls back on the couch as he purrs louder.

“Baby Girl, help him with all those clothes. It’s far too warm in here for him to be this dressed, don’t you think?” I let go of my cheetah, stacking my hands behind my head. I have to get my shit under control, so I’m going to let her run the show for a bit. It’ll help ground her and it’s hot as fuck.

Dolly bites her lower lip, rising up on her knees to tug Chess’ tee shirt off and toss it. Her hands slide around him, splaying over his chest then down to the sweatpants he’s wearing. None of them used to wear the damned things, but after that first Yule when she looked like she was going to devour every one of them when the gargoyle bought a matching set, they’ve become a household staple. Even the stuffy dragon lounges in them and that was a Christmas miracle for damn sure.

The purr coming from our little kitty increases when her fingers slip beneath the waistband to wander and I chuckle. “Is she teasing you, baby?” I murmur as I watch his eyes flutter.

“Yessss,” he hisses as he squirms on my lap.

Arching a brow at our bunny, I grin. “Good girl. Now the pants… I want to see you stroke our cock.”

She pulls her hands away, waiting for Chessie to lift so she can work the soft sweats over his erection and delectable ass. He helps shove them over his legs and feet while she presses kisses to his shoulder, occasionally nipping him and suckling at the mark. “He marks good, Fitzy. I like it.”

My love settles on me again, groaning at her words. “Fucking hell, Angel. You know how I feel about teeth…”

Eyes flashing with the tiger inside of me, I smirk at him. “We both do, baby. Biting makes you a needy little mess. Your dick’s begging for attention now.”

Dolly lifts her head, peering down with a delighted sound. “It is! Watch, I’ll do it again.” Her teeth sink into the side of his neck that’s unmarked and Chess moans loud enough to wake the zombies.

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