Page 133 of Scrooged for the Holidays
“That was last night; this is now,” Kai argues.
“Oh, he’s being really bad, isn’t he?” Greer asks, gaze bouncing between me and Remi.
“He is,” I say. “I guess that means tonight he has to watch.”
“No! Unfair.”
“So whiny.” Greer laughs.
“Okay, fine, I’ll be good.” He holds his hands up for good measure.
“I think we’re past that, Malachi,” Remi taunts, his tone husky and deep. The timbre of it sends a wave of arousal through the room, the air tightening.
“I think so, too,” I agree. “But I think Greer should be the one to decide how our bad boy gets punished.”
“Hmm, I think you’re right,” Remi agrees.
Greer steps forward and grabs Kai’s chin. Her shoulders are back, and I think all of us feel the dominance now pouring outof her. In moments like these, where Greer’s “Mistress” comes out to play, she feels like the woman we originally met, our little Scrooge. None of the “Bah! Humbug!” part but all the confidence.
“I think you need a lesson tonight, Angel Boy.”
Kai’s lip twitches as he tries not to smile. “If it pleases you, Greer.”
We know Kai means business when he calls her by her name instead of Princess.
“It would. Now, promise me you’ll be good and listen from now on.”
Kai swallows as she strokes his facial hair. “I promise I’ll be good and listen from now on.”
She tugs on his beard a bit. “And you’ll take your lesson, whatever that may be, like a good Angel Boy?”
“I will.”
She nods and drops her hand. “If you follow through, I’ll make my own promise.” She glances at me and Remi before she looks back at him. “I promise I’ll do that thing you like.”
Kai swallows a moan, flashing an image of “that thing”—aka him getting pegged by her while Remi fucks her and I fuck Kai’s mouth—over our telepathic connection. It doesn’t surprise me that his ass is bright red in that image, most likely from the last time we did that, when Remi spanked him till he was near weeping—hard for a Nephilim to achieve.
None of us have to ask Kai if he’ll listen and take his punishment later. He wants that image to come to fruition, and the rest of us do, too.
The sound of “Hark! The Herald Angels Sing” breaks up the sexual tension, and Greer snaps her gaze to the three of us.
“Where is that coming from?” she demands.
“Your purse,” Remi says, trying to hide a laugh.
While Greer is no longer what you’d call a Scrooge—she even likes Christmas now—she’s still not a huge fan of carols. Shestruts over to where her clutch is on the dresser and picks up her phone.
She immediately glares at Kai once the phone’s in her hand. “Who changed my alarm tone to this?”
“I didn’t do it, I swear.”
She clicks it off and faces Remi, but he shakes his head. “It wasn’t me, love.”
Her gaze, along with the other’s, finds me, and I purse my lips.
Kai laughs. “You didn’t.”
“I did,” I reply.
