Page 22 of Gift from the Stone

I hate that they’re leaving again.

Dinner was so perfect and I’m not ready to be without all of them. As we ate, they gave me a lesson on what the sight is, but we eventually put a plug in that conversation when I said I’d read up on it in my journal later. Needless to say, I was getting overwhelmed.

Then I told them about the rest of my day and everything I learned from Gaster with such animation, they’d shift from loud laughs to sexy smiles and sweet words. I swear I could feel my skin glowing under their praises. But now, watching them walk farther into the lawn to transport to the academy, I just want to shout at them to stay home with me.

I’m so damn needy.

Me and my needy bond.

Between their hungry kisses and constant touches, I’m so worked up, it’s almost unbearable.

“Don’t worry, little wanderer, they’ll be back soon.”

Linking our hands together, Draken pulls me into the house, and I lean my head against his shoulder, filling my lungs with his scent. A fireplace burning on a cold snowy night. I let the heat of him seep into every inch of my body, relishing how it lights me up from the inside out.

The comfort and warmth that radiates off him, invited me in the moment I laid my eyes on him, and I’m ready to be consumed by his fire.

Fully, completely. I want to burn in his flames.

“I’m going to go change and will be back in a minute. Go enjoy your bath,” he orders with a small kiss. Nodding, I back into my room, trying to shut the door as casually as possible.

Fuck me.

Pressing my ear against my door, I don’t release my breath until I hear his door shut, then I haul my excited and nervous ass to the closet. Smiling down at the drawer that stashes away a variety of sexy little nighties, I feel so much better knowing that Tillman made these and not Gaster.

The first time I opened this drawer, I slammed it shut in absolute horror and didn’t open it again until Draken told me about the guys having a hand in my wardrobe.

Which one? Which one?

Come on, Willow, it’s not going to matter.

He’s going to rip it off you anyways.

Hopefully.

I’m not satisfied with just grabbing one and going, though. This moment is special for me. I know Draken’s been holding back on making any sexual advances since I’ve been back so he could give me time.

Well, time’s up.

I want him. I want him bad.

Finally, at the bottom of the drawer is a red nighty, his favorite color. The see-through lace, deep V-neck reveals enough without giving it all away and is held up by thin satin spaghetti straps that will perk the girls up just right. He’s seen it all before, of course, but I know seeing me in this will make him feral.

Racing to the bathroom with my nighty in hand, I lock the door behind me as I strip my clothes and climb into the tub. Exfoliating and scrubbing every nook and cranny, I send Oakly a silent thanks for teaching me the hair removal spell just as I hear my bedroom door shut and my heart jumps into my throat.

It’s silly to be so nervous when I know that Draken’s going to take care of me, but I can’t help the butterflies wreaking havoc on my stomach right now. This is my first time having sex for pleasure, and I want this to be just as good for him as he’s going to make it for me.

And I know he will. That tongue of his can make me have multiple orgasms alone.

Fixing my hair and staring at my reflection in the mirror, I feel beautiful, sexy, powerful. And I’m ready to claim what’s mine.

Deep breath.

You got this. Go get your bond, girl.

Smiling to myself, I step out of the bathroom, the door shutting behind me, and I freeze at the sight of Draken lying in my bed with his eyes closed, a small smile on his lips. He’s so comfortable, happy, home…

With one arm tucked behind his head, the muscles in his forearm and bicep flex, portraying his true power and definition. His chest, a painting of smooth, sun-kissed perfection and strength, expands and contracts with each measured breath.

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