Page 142 of Gift from the Tree

“I’m right here, baby, look at me,” Corentin speaks low, stepping in front of Willow to block her view of Gima. “Tell me what happened.”

Willow takes a few calming breaths, staring into Corentin’s eyes. “Me and Oakly walked in here joking about how you all can be so possessive. When we got to our lockers and started pulling our clothes out, that fucking stalker and her little minion…” She pauses, trying to look around Corentin at Gima again.

“Eyes on me, baby. No one’s worried about her,” Corentin tells her firmly.

Gima gasps before sobbing, causing Willow to growl. It’s fucking precious, not that I’d say that to her right now, though.

“She fucking slammed my locker shut, ranting her same endless shit about how she told me to stay the fuck away from all of you because you’re hers and she was going to teach me a lesson since I can’t fucking learn. Then she shoved me against the locker and called her fire to her fist, about to burn me, so I shoved her back with my air. Then her little bitch got in a cheap shot and Oakly pulled her off me. Then I…kinda let the possessiveness take over…” she trails off.

“So you beat her up over us, huh, little wanderer?” Draken asks, coming to stand beside her. You can tell by his smile that he’s eating this shit up.

“You all are mine,” she growls again, voice firm, eyes full of determination.

We all hum in approval, stepping closer to her, boxing her in completely.

“We’re yours, princess. Only yours,” Corentin swears as he lifts her chin, sealing his lips to hers.

She lets out a surprised gasp, which he takes as an invitation. I can see their tongues tangling, and she lets out a soft moan that has the rest of us groaning. They pull apart, breaths labored, staring at one another.

Willow’s thoughts are fucking killing me right now, and I’m hard as fucking granite. All she’s thinking about is Corentin fucking her right here, while we hold her spread open for him, pleasuring her body until she can’t take any more.

“I hope I didn’t cause you any problems with this. I’d apologize, but I’m not truly sorry for beating her ass. She deserved it, so that’d be a lie,” she says, finally shaking the lust from her mind.

“You didn’t cause any problems. I’ll take care of this. Maybe you and Oakly should sit class out and watch. I think the two of you have had enough of a workout for one day,” Corentin suggests, running his thumb over Willow’s swollen bottom lip. “And we need to get that lip healed.”

“I’m fine with no class, and Jamie can heal her,” Oakly shouts from the other side of the locker, making Willow snort out a laugh.

“I told you to stop eavesdropping,” Ry whisper-yells.

“And I told you to stop telling me what to do,” Oakly yells back in a normal voice, causing all of us to chuckle.

“Come on, little warrior. Let’s walk out to the training yard,” I tell her, knowing that Nikoli and San escorted Gima and her friend out while Corentin and Willow were having their moment. We walk around the corner, and Oakly instantly ambushes Willow, wrapping her arms around her.

“I’m so proud of you. You beat the fuck out of her,” Oakly cheers, raising her hand for a high five.

“Don’t encourage that, Oakly.” Ry pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head.

“No worries, Ry. Willow’s possessive side is by far one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. I’m perfectly fine with her beating up anyone over us,” Draken says proudly, taking Willow’s hand and kissing it before linking their fingers together.

“Thank you for jumping in. I have no doubt that bitch would’ve burned me, then jumped my ass if you hadn’t stepped in,” Willow tells Oakly thankfully, but the rest of us growl at the notion.

“Don’t thank me. You would’ve done the same in a heartbeat. I’m going to go check on Nikoli and San, then we’ll come sit with you and watch the class.” She gives Willow’s hand a squeeze before walking off.

“I got to start the class. I’ll check on you once I start them on drills.” I kiss Willow’s forehead and untangle my arm from around her.

I’m not going to boast to anyone that can hear like Draken does, but I’m extremely proud of her for standing up for herself and using her air element as a form of defense. Then she got the best of her opponent, one who’s supposedly the strongest female in the academy and a third year. I’ll most certainly tell her later, though, when we’re home.

“Everyone in formation,” I bark, cutting the whispers short and gaining the attention of the class. “Loosen up, then three laps. Start.”

“Trouble those two are,” Ry says as he steps up beside me.

“Worth it, though. They both took on two girls with far more training and experience and came out on top. And have no issue telling two brutes like us what they feel.” I defend the girls, hiding my grin as I rub my hand down my face.

Before he can say anything, the ward alarms start blaring across the training field. All the students stop dead, looking around for instructions while all the fully fledged E.F. members instantly jump into action, getting into their positions.

“All students to the changing room. Stay in there until you have the clear,” I shout as I run over to where Corentin, Draken, Caspian, and Jamie are surrounding Willow and Oakly.

“Where’s the alarm coming from?” Corentin asks as soon as I step up.

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