Page 158 of Gift from the Stone

The vibration sends heat blazing down my spine and there's no more holding it off.

“Willow,” I warn, but she takes me deeper, her nails digging into my thighs.

Two bucks of my hips and I’m coming hard and fast down her throat. Fuck it's the most glorious feeling in all the realm and my body burns from the pleasure she just tore from the depths of my soul. Her name falls from my lips like a prayer as she continues to suck me dry and Tillman’s moves grow erratic. Slamming into her a few more times, his groans join mine as she convulses between us.

I moan, even twitch a little as she slowly pulls my cock out of her mouth then licks her lips through her pants, and when Tillman pulls out of her, she collapses on my thigh, her eyes growing heavy.

Scooping her up, I lay her on my chest and run my fingers down her back. Whispering sweet nothings and giving her gentle kisses.

“That was mind-blowing. You’re a goddess, little wanderer.”

“I love you,” she slurs, and I purr in response, flooding our bond with my love for her.

My perfect fucking Primary.

By the time Tillman comes back out of the bathroom with a warm cloth, she’s already fast asleep. So as carefully as we can, we clean her up and he dresses her back, laying her in her spot between us.

“She is so fucking amazing.” He sighs.

Looking over at him, he’s got his eyes closed and a smirk playing on his face. Fucking blissed out.

“Amazing barely scratches the surface of her.”

Just as I close my eyes, relishing in the aftermath of the mind-blowing blessing my little wanderer just gave me, I hear the turn of her door handle and I can’t help but chuckle.

Knew they wouldn’t be able to stay away.

“She’s already asleep?” Corentin whispers as he comes to the bed and stares at us.

“Yeah, she was worn out,” I say vaguely, smirking.

“How was she today?” Caspian asks, running his shadows down her body.

“Okay. Draken worked with her on her dragon’s fire, which by the way, can incinerate an E.F. uniform effortlessly. But tonight, she was a little worked up with the two of you gone,” Tillman tells them.

“No crying or freak-out, though?” Corentin asks, kicking his shoes off.

Smirking over at Tillman, I silently tell him to show them what they missed out on. I mean, it’s only fair since they did the same shit without us.

Sitting up, Tillman places a hand on their shoulders, and I sit here giddily, watching their faces morph from concern to raw fucking desire. I can’t hold in my laugh when Caspian huffs, flicking Tillman’s hand off him, and climbs into the bed, lifting Willow up and laying her on his chest.

“Caspian,” she mumbles sleepily, not even opening her eyes.

“Shh, go back to sleep, Primary,” he whispers.

We fall silent and watch her breathing even back out, and she slips right back into her beauty rest.

“Fucking assholes,” Corentin grunts, climbing into bed.

“What did Momma Vito have to say?” I ask through my laughs.

“They all took the news hard, but we have the number of creatures in the Forsaken Forest and they’re going to handle figuring out which of the two families have betrayed us. She also wants us to attend the Spring Ball in a couple months. If they haven’t made any progress on the families by then, it’ll give us a chance to be around all of them, and Willow and Tillman can potentially identify the voice,” he says begrudgingly.

Fuck, I don’t want to go to that. Nor do I want to expose my little wanderer to all those fucking people. The four of us showing up with her situated between us would one hundred percent give it away, and I’m not about to pretend she doesn’t mean shit to me. Fuck that.

“Does she know who Willow is now?” Tillman asks.

“No,” they both say sternly.

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