Page 127 of Gift from the Stone

The words barely leave my lips when they both hum, both spanking me at the same time. Corentin pulls his finger out of me and rubs the sting away, leaving a trail of wetness everywhere his hand caresses.

One to go. Then I get my sweet release.

Suddenly, Caspian’s touch spreads through my body as he lifts me off the desk, Corentin taking up the spot I just was but lying flat on his back. I don’t even have the opportunity to protest or voice my insecurities as Caspian sits me right down on his brother’s face. Any objection I have flees my mind the second Corentin’s tongue attacks my pussy with abandon and his hand comes around my thigh, sinking two fingers inside of me.

“Ride his face, Primary. Take what’s yours,” Caspian growls as his shadows continue to explore every other inch of my body.

My hips follow his command without so much as a thought and pleasure thrums through my throbbing clit as I grind against the heated pad of Corentin’s tongue.

Pressure building in my lower belly has me falling forward, my hands flattening on the desk as Corentin’s hands take over, forcing my hips back and forth. Just as the heat begins spreading down my legs, an icy slap is laid on my ass, sending me barreling right over the edge, screaming their names. The power behind my orgasm is so strong, I can’t contain the quivers wracking my body and the small whimpers falling from my lips.

My limbs are so heavy, I can barely hold myself up. Reaching my arms out to Caspian, he lifts me off his brother and cuddles me closely, cleaning my mess up with his element. Moving over to the couch, he gently sets my naked body in Corentin’s lap.

“You did so good, little Primary,” he whispers against my lips, laying his softly against mine for only a blissful second, then he disappears into the shadows.

If I wasn’t being lulled to sleep by Corentin’s masterful fingers that are slowly rubbing my back, I’d push my luck and demand he stay and hold me, but my fight drains out as my eyes close, and I drift to sleep.

Twenty-One

Tillman

I’m not usually the one to use brute force when interrogating the rebel scum, but the thoughts running through this particular shifter set me off.

His disregard and willingness to sell his daughter off to the Mastery the moment her gift emerges hits too close to home as I think about Will and her father basically doing the exact same thing to her.

“Damn, T-man, what did he think?” Draken asks with a crazed smile across his face, which causes me to relent a little.

I draw in a deep breath, the air feeding my lungs and slowing my racing heart. My hands are covered in the blood of the piss-poor excuse of a father who lies beneath me, motionless. I didn’t kill him. I can see his chest expanding slowly with each struggling breath. Part of me is pissed Draken distracted me, while the other part is happy he did. I’m not done interrogating him once he wakes up and heals.

“He planned to sell his daughter off when she emerged,” I tell him, clipped.

“Piece of shit. I should eat him when we’re done with him,” he says, grinning like the thought makes him so happy.

There’re so many shifters in Rebel Castle right now, we’ve wasted no time getting started the moment we got here this morning. It’ll take days to go through all of them, even with the amount of people we have interrogating them. It’s much quicker for me, Draken, and Caspian to sift through them because of our gifts, but the others have to do it the old-fashioned way.

“Damn.” Caspian whistles as he steps out of the shadows and over the beaten shifter.

“You missed the show, Cas. Tillman went full fucking savage mode,” Draken cheers, wrapping his arms around Caspian in an energetic hug. To my utter surprise, Caspian doesn’t fight him off or push him away. He just smirks, patting him on the back in return.

“I can assure you. I didn’t miss the show,” he replies vaguely.

“Wait a second…” Draken growls, sniffing the air around him.

Caspian’s small smirk grows into a full-fledged, satisfied smile. My gift reaches out to his mind, and I feel his barrier slowly draw down, meaning whatever he’s thinking, he wants me to see.

“Fuck.” I groan, shaking my head as the image of Willow on her knees, blessing Corentin with a blowjob fills my mind.

My dick grows painfully fucking hard as I continue to watch the two of them spank her ass then set her on Corentin’s face like it’s her throne. I swear I can almost feel her orgasm ripple through me.

“Why do you smell like my little wanderer?” Draken asks Caspian, narrowing his eyes.

“We live in the same house, Draken,” Caspian teases.

“No, no, no. I know that smell,” Draken argues, grabbing Caspian’s hands and bringing them to his face to sniff. When he goes to reach for his pants in a frantic moment to find the scent of her, I put him and his dragon out of their misery.

Despite my better judgment, knowing he’s going to be ready to leave after this, I lay my hand on his shoulder and show him what I just watched through Caspian. I can feel his muscles flexing beneath my hand, and I know he’s fighting the urge to run off to her.

“She’s a fucking goddess. I want her to fuck my face like that,” he rumbles, shaking his head out and forcing his eyes to shift back to normal.

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