Page 185 of Gift from the Nexus

His shadows swirl in sharp movements around his body and when they sink into his skin, there’s no clothing left behind. Just inked, scarred, and sculpted perfection. My mouth grows dry as he grips his dick in his hand and takes slow, measured steps toward me.

Each step matches the tempo he’s stroking his cock.

A cock that should be inside of me right now.

I see the look in his eye. He’s teasing me. Trying to drive me as mad as I make him.

“Cas.” My tone is drenched in desire, but it carries a hint of warning as well. My soul is merely entertaining my delusion of control right now. It’s desperate for the piece of him that I naïvely thought I already owned.

“I should make you watch me pleasure myself, Primary. Punishment for not giving me every part of yourself when we bonded.”

He knows just as well as I do that this was a surprise, just another obstacle course set in front of us that goes against everything they know and what I’ve been taught. Our souls were supposed to stitch together when we bonded, and I thought they did, but the first two rounds with the men of my Nexus have proved otherwise.

His taunt hits the mark, though. He did it on purpose to provoke me and he’s easily ready for me when I attack.

The second I command my shadows to break through his, he has me by the throat pressed into the bed and slams into me in one fluid motion. I didn’t even see him coming and there’s absolutely nothing I can do about it now. Nor is there anything I want to do about it as he finally feeds my body exactly what it needs.

His pace is punishing, and the room fills with the sound of him crashing into me relentlessly. I wrap my hand around his wrist, urging him to squeeze just a little more, just enough that my vision darkens on the edges and all I see is him.

He answers my silent plea with a sly smirk and a twitch in his fingers that has me begging him even more. I need my dark and damaged protector to possess me, consume me. Break me apart, then put all my pieces back together again.

He does just that multiple times over as he gets me so close to the cliff that I see the promising bottom, then he snatches me back by his shadows and makes me start all over again.

“Please, Cas. Please.” My words plead for mercy as my flesh begs for a release. His dark laugh sends shivers down my spine and my already painfully hard nipples grow even harder inside the hot mouth that’s attached to them.

“I do love when you beg me, Primary.”

Using his shadows to tilt my hips up, he switches the angle of his cock and I scream as he glides across my G-spot. The tight hold my pussy has on him snatches him right off the edge of the cliff with me and we dive into our release.

Suddenly, we’re bathed in darkness as our gifts storm from our bodies. A heavy weight presses in all around me to the point I can’t breathe and the only thing keeping me from absolutely panicking is Caspian’s soft voice.

“I’ve got you, Primary…Break the chains,” he murmurs, laying kisses across my neck, my face, everywhere his lips can touch.

My racing heart is torn between the fucking unspeakable pleasure coursing through me and the total fear that’s trying to take hold because my body isn’t listening to me. I don’t know what’s going on.

“The chains, sweet Willow, break them for us. Set us free,” he whispers against my lips, then captures my mouth in an all-consuming kiss.

The clanking of metal rings in my ears when I try to wrap my arms around him, and I realize our gifts have solidified. Locking us together. The second I acknowledge them, I gasp into his mouth.

They shatter around us as Caspian’s soul bombards its way through me like a damn tidal wave to get to its spot. With much more ease and understanding, mine snuggles itself inside of him, caressing and smoothing out the area. The light that fills his eyes is blinding and tension seeps out of him through every pore.

“Now I’m whole, Primary,” he breathes as he lays his forehead to mine. Gently, he sits up, pulling me with him, and with more tender care than I thought possible, he hands me over to my dragon.

“First and last. I’ll take it, little wanderer,” he teases, but I hear the barely restrained desire. Just that little growl has everything in me pulsing, ready to burn for him.

First bond. Last soul.

“Tell me how you knew,” I say softly as he lays me on my back.

“That moment in the woods. When I felt your power, my dragon sent me an impression that I deciphered as it was your soul searching for ours. As soon as I acknowledged that, I knew it was true. Then everything started making more sense as Ikept singing your lullaby to myself every night. We had to all be together for our souls to become one.”

It’s written in the depths of those cobalt blues he didn’t tell anyone the truth because he was protecting my peace, my freedom to choose. He was giving me and Caspian time to bond without any added pressure on either of us. He was waiting for me, my body, and my soul to be ready.

“Thank you, Draken.”

“Anytime, Willow.”

He slowly pushes into my aching core and the predatory smile he gives me while he watches my body adjust to another dick has a purr leaving my lips.

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