Page 183 of Gift from the Nexus

“Do you know why I’m an emotional mess?”

“Yeah, little wanderer. I do,” he says with a slow smile.

“Tell me how to make it better, please,” I beg. I’ll do anything to settle this craziness that I thought was over.

“The elements become one, the world becomes clear, sweetness. You need to make us one.”

“But we…”

My words trail off as the overwhelming emotion that’s been plaguing me for two days now comes crashing down. Except they don’t come in a wave of tears. Not only do I know what he’s referring to, but my body, my bond, my soul does, and that desperate need for them suddenly makes sense.

To truly become one, we must be one together.

We aren’t complete yet.

Draken’s smile turns from charming to hungry and I restrained myself from jumping on him. He sees in written across my face as my eyes dilate and my heart pounds. Spinning me so I’m facing away from him, he moves my hair to the side and lays kisses up my neck until he reaches my ear.

“Go get him, sweetness. Bring the king to his knees.”

Taking a slow, measured step toward Corentin, I command my earth to strip me bare. I let his darkened whiskey eyes devour every inch of me. The longer that controlled, intense gaze takes me in, the hotter, needier my skin grows. When I can’t take his restraint anymore, I pounce.

He catches me easily as my legs wrap around his waist and my fingers find their way into his perfectly styled hair. His hand dances up my spine, causing me to arch, but he snatchesme back to him, tangling his tongue with mine. I moan into his mouth as he kisses me without limits. Every bit of control, restraint, to-do list melts away to nothingness as he gives himself fully to me.

“You need us, princess. Is that what’s wrong? You need your men?”

“Yes,” I breathe as we fall back into my bed, and I strip him of his clothes. I don’t need the buildup, the foreplay. I need him buried in me. Whatever Draken’s words awakened isn’t going to be satisfied until I have them. All of them.

I damn near come off the bed when he circles my clit with the tip of his cock. I’m so fucking sensitive. The need coursing through me is practically painful, and not the good kind. A strangled whimper falls from my mouth as he continues to run his dick through my wetness. This pain has me on the verge of tears if he doesn’t do something about it now.

“Eyes on me, princess, I’ve got you,” Corentin commands and as soon as I obey, he slams into me.

“Corentin.” His name pours from my lips on a husky breath as he holds himself still as deep inside of me as he can get. I try to buck my hips, but he just holds me in place.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. What are you doing to me, princess?” He grunts, pulling out and slamming back in.

Part of me knows he’s seriously asking because I feel it too. The second he was inside of me, that pain shifted to a potent need that’s seeping through my skin, infecting the room.

A harsh hiss has my gaze whipping to the rest of my Nexus and my pants come faster. They’re standing around the edge of the bed like hungry lions waiting to attack their next meal.

I’m the meal. They’re going to consume me.

Draken’s biting his fist like it’s taking everything in him to hold himself back from plastering his mouth somewhere on my body and I bite my lip, picturing that pleasure.

Caspian’s shadows are twirling between his twitching fingers, and I know he wants to command them to tie me up. That dark, dark promise has me groaning.

I find myself falling into Tillman’s green eyes. They’re calm, centered, but the second I wither when Corentin slams into me again, that formidable fortress comes crashing down.

“Touch her.”

Corentin’s command to the others makes me moan and his hand grips my jaw, forcing my gaze back to his. I scream for him as his thrust grows faster. My legs wrap around him, begging him to fill me deeper, and his fingers lace with mine as he pins my arms above my head.

I’m completely at his mercy and I beg, pant, plead for more of him as his moves become frantic, harder. His grip on my hands and his body pounding mine into the mattress are enough to restrain me. All I can do is take the pleasure he’s wringing out of me.

I feel the others’ hands, mouths, elements gliding across my body, pushing me closer to the edge, but I’m fully consumed with Corentin. I can’t get enough of him as he fucks me like a man possessed.

The tension slithering across my skin and the pressure in my chest builds like a hurricane biding its time in the ocean. Building and building until it’s ready to make landfall and I give myself over to the destructive storm.

My light bursts free, commanding his to follow, and when the two collide, the most fearsome ecstasy sweeps through me. I scream his name to the sky as my pleasure tips the two of us over. My name rumbling from his chest is a prayer answered and for a moment, everything else ceases to exist.

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