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She breaks Corentin’s kiss and screams as another orgasm rips through her body. Draken picks up his pace, fucking her like his life depends on wringing as much pleasure from her body as possible, while me, Caspian, and Corentin hold her up.

“Yes, sweetness, come all over me. Fuck, guys, she’s choking my cock so fucking beautifully,” Draken growls, pumping into her a few more times before throwing his own head back and groaning her name.

I catch Willow easily as she slumps forward, exhausted, worn out, but most importantly, her mind is clear of any thoughts but us and what just happened.

Hoisting her into my arms bridal style, Corentin’s quick to fix her clothes and lay a soft kiss to her forehead. Draken quickly puts himself away, then kisses her tenderly. Complete opposite of how he was just pounding into her.

I observe Caspian’s nervous shifting. He’s been so much more open with her and I can tell he doesn’t want to hold back anymore, but he’s fearful of just going all in physically. He doesn’t realize just how much his small interaction with her just now means to her.

Catching his eye, I discreetly nod down at Willow, whose eyes are beginning to drift shut. I was ready for the snide and sneer. Instead, he nods back and steps up to us.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, naughty little Primary,” he says low, gravelly.

A small hiss falls from her lips when his water washes away the mess we made of her, but it’s silenced as he leans down and lays his lips to the corner of hers.

“Thank you,” she mumbles drowsily.

“Anything for you, Primary.”

We make our way back to the mansion in blissed out quietness. All of us are so much more relaxed than we were even an hour ago. Especially Willow.

Her mind has finally stopped rambling and her mood is so much better than it’s been all day. Just before we make it through the threshold of the house, she reaches her hand up and cups my face.

“Thank you so much for taking care of me. Mind, body, and soul,” she slurs, her last little bit of energy waning.

My heart pounds with the love, appreciation, and dedication she’s pouring down the bonds right now. It’s so sincere, so fucking raw, I feel like my chest could burst from it.

The others have to feel it as well. Even if the brothers don’t feel it to the magnitude me and Draken do, there’s no way they’re not feeling this. It’s impossible to ignore.

“I’d do anything for you, Willow. I love you more than this life or the next.”

Twenty-Eight

Willow

“We have E.F. training this afternoon. He’s not going to make us join this morning class too, is he?” Oakly asks me quietly as Tillman gives the entire gym their orders for the day.

“Sure as shit hope not. He had me work out enough yesterday.” I whisper back with a saucy grin.

“Fucking gross.” She gags.

It wasn’t even a real gag, but the noise is loud enough to draw not only Tillman’s attention, but the rest of my Nexus’s and hers. Their raised eyebrows and Ry’s look of disapproval silences my giggle, but I keep my playful smile plastered on my face.

Her question is a legitimate one, though, because the last thing I care to do, even though I know I should, is work out now and this afternoon. I want to hang around for this morning class doing fuck all nothing. I was so exhausted last night, mentally, but also physically as my body deliciously ached. I couldn’t even open my eyes to eat, which infuriated Corentin to no end.

I don’t exactly remember what he said when he tried to force me to wake up for dinner, but I do remember swatting his hands away, murmuring to not interrupt my beauty rest again. Followed up with soft laughter that soothed me right back into a peaceful sleep.

I ate my body weight for breakfast, though, since I woke up starving. Now I’d like to just sit in the command room with Oakly and do nothing but drink coffee and relax.

“The students will be arriving any minute. Everyone to their assignments and post,” Tillman orders, dismissing the small army of E.F. members.

“You two just can’t be quiet and listen for five minutes,” Ry scolds, semi seriously, swooping Oakly up around the waist.

“We were talking about class this morning. So we were at least paying attention.” She chuckles.

“Don’t worry, I won’t be making you both work out this morning, but I’m not gonna hear any excuses this afternoon. The two of you forget your thoughts are sometimes as loud, if not louder, than your mouths,” Tillman remarks with a know-it-all smirk.

“Wonderful, so the plan is for me and Oakly to be lazy, while the rest of you work,” I cheer. As if the word plan was Corentin’s cue to cut in, he snatches me up in a hug and sweet kiss.

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