Page 25 of Gift from the Stone

And that’s what he does, for hours into the night.

“Cut that shit off.” I groan, burying my face in Draken’s chest as the blaring sound of one of our timekeepers echoes throughout the room. His raspy morning chuckle vibrates my whole body, sending heat down to my core.

Down, girl. You’re sore and need a break.

Draken couldn’t get enough of me last night. Tossing me around, twisting my body into whatever position he wanted. I couldn’t do anything but hold on, enjoy the ride and the multiple orgasms he tore from my body.

I tried to take charge a couple of times, wanting to try some things out on my own, but his dragon was not having that. All it got me was “It’s my night to own you, your body. You can explore later.” His growly, possessive dominance only turned me on more, and the more I submitted, the more pleasure he gave me.

Which I didn’t mind. I’m highly inexperienced, but I have no qualms with him doing pretty much anything he wants to my body. He’s proven time and time again he’d never do anything to hurt me. He knows exactly what to do to take care of me, so as long as we’re both getting satisfaction from one another, I’ll listen. I’m safe giving him my pleasure.

“Time to get up, little wanderer. I already kicked Tillman out when he came to get you for training this morning. Next, it’ll be all of them.”

Kissing my forehead, he picks up my naked body and carries me to my bathroom. After sitting me gently in my bathtub, he walks over to the cabinet and grabs a healing vial and my healing oils.

“Thank you. How did you know I needed those?” Despite the discomfort, my core clenches with the memories of last night.

“I want to take care of you. And I can feel your discomfort through the bond.” He shoots me a sly, satisfied wink.

My heart flutters as I feel his love and care for me flood my system. It’s a heady and intoxicating feeling knowing he isn’t just saying it to say it. He means it wholeheartedly.

I wonder if I’ll feel the others’ emotions so keenly too.

Shit, the others.

“Are they going to be mad?” I ask Draken as he kneels beside the tub, pours the healing oils into my bath, and starts washing my body for me.

“Of course not. Jealous, fuck yes. But mad, no, little wanderer. Don’t worry about that, I swear they’ll be happy for us.”

I let his words and magical hands soothe me as he massages away any lingering pains and aches. After he has me cleaned and relaxed, he leans down and gives me a kiss before heading to take his own shower and get ready for the day.

I can feel the distance between us right now, and I don’t have to focus hard to catch his feelings as they’re flowing through the bond easily. I read in my journal how to control the flow of my emotions and theirs so I don’t become overwhelmed, and it’s something I’m practicing now.

I’m head over heels about bonding with him. It was the best night of my life and I feel as close to him as two people can possibly get, but there’s something nagging me in my chest right now. I don’t want him to catch that and think it has something to do with him.

Even last night I felt like pressure was sitting in my chest, but I figured it was our newly fully formed bond, plus the sensual all-night workout, so I paid it no mind.

Now, I can’t ignore it. There’s an agonizing weight sitting there, like the saying, it feels like an elephant is sitting on my chest.

Spending as long as I can in the bath, attempting to force this feeling to go away, I decide to get out and get ready when that doesn’t work.

Maybe I just need to see the others.

Maybe my other bonds are feeling a little jeally, so they’re causing me problems.

Flying through my routine, I walk out my door and straight into Draken’s chest. “Whoa, little wanderer. You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. I was just coming to find you. I need coffee,” I say, gripping his arms to steady myself from falling on my ass.

“You don’t feel fine, Willow. What’s wrong?” he asks as he looks me over for any visible injuries.

Damn, I thought I was hiding that better.

“Really, I’m fine. I have a little pressure in my chest. I think my other bonds are giving me a fit,” I tell him honestly. There’s no point in trying to hide it if he can feel it anyway.

“Come on then. Maybe seeing them will calm it down.” He speaks my exact thoughts as we make our way to the breakfast room.

As soon as we walk in, all three of the guys turn to look at us and my face reddens. Not from embarrassment, but from arousal. Having all their attention on me, knowing they’re thinking about how me and Draken spent the night bonding, is turning me on. I want them to think about me spread out, withering in pleasure.

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