Page 49 of Gift from the Nexus

“You made me lose control, princess.”

“No, I think you gained some control, Core,” I say, smiling brightly as he beams down at me like I just gave him the sun.

Then his hips are shifting, and the mess of the room becomes something to fret over later.

“Grip the headboard, Willow,” he commands low and when I do, he gives me a pleased, self-satisfied smirk. “Don’t let go unless I say so. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” I pant as he slowly starts pumping in and out of me.

“Good girl. I’m not gonna stop fucking you and filling you up until I have nothing left in me, princess. I’ll own every piece of you until I’m satisfied for the night. Tell me now if you need something.”

“You, just you.” I moan.

A dark chuckle falls from his throat that has chill bumps covering my body and when he pulls out and slams balls deep back into me, stars burst in front of my eyes.

“You’ll have me. All of me.”

Then he shows me what it really means to have my body owned.

He owns every scrap of me however he sees fit until I beg for sleep.

“Draken, quiet your voice and go get the door before the kitchen knocking wakes her up.” The command is clear in Corentin’s tone, but there’s no strain, no anger, no stress. It’s deep, silky smooth, with a touch of softness.

Whatever Draken may have been saying isn’t what wakes me. The calming vibration from Corentin’s chest against my face does the trick, but I don’t open my eyes or give away that I’m awake. Instead, I stay still, basking in the comforting aftermath of our bonding.

At some point, he must’ve moved us back into my room because I smell all my men mixed in with the aroma of my oasis drifting through the door and I sense all of them are in here.

“All I’m saying is, you’ve been holding her while she’s been sleeping for twelve hours now. I think you should pass her to one of us,” Draken whisper shouts.

The hushed tone is pointless when he’s making no attempt to silence his footsteps and I hold in a laugh at his dramatics. After what I went through and the hours of being tangled in Corentin’s arms, I’m not surprised in the slightest that I’ve been asleep that long.

“The smell of coffee will wake her up. Just give her a minute, dragon,” Caspian says teasingly from somewhere behind me, and as if he spoke it into existence, my senses immediately pick up the roasted fragrance.

“Good morning.”

Keeping my eyes closed, a small smile breaks across my face as Corentin’s body beneath mine twitches at the sound of myvoice in his head. I sent the words to all of them, even though I know Caspian didn’t hear it, but the others most certainly did.

“Did she just—”

“Fuck yeah, she did. Open those eyes, little wanderer,” Draken purrs, rubbing his nose against mine.

“Hey you,” I say, grinning as I come face to face with him. He’s so unbelievably close, he’s practically lying on Corentin with me.

“You’ve been sleeping for—”

“Twelve hours. I know, I heard.” I laugh as a guilty smirk stretches across his face, and the others chuckle with me.

“How are you feeling, princess?” Corentin asks, holding on to my waist as I push myself up off his chest, stretching my arms above my head.

“Like a brand-new woman.”

His eyes narrow slightly, looking for the lie, but there isn’t one. I feel remarkably better, and I know the moment he checks the bond himself, searching for any signs of discomfort but doesn’t find any. The frown marring his beautiful face smooths out and the subtle tension he was holding in his shoulders completely deflates.

The sliver of relief he was trying to mask from me glides across my chest through our bond and I send a reassuring feeling back to him that has him nearly glowing in front of me.

A delicious shiver that cascades across my skin pulls a hum from my throat as Caspian’s chilled hand slides around the back of my neck and his element flows through my veins. The feeling of being rejuvenated from the inside out intensifies and I lean back into his touch.

“Morning, Primary,” he whispers in my ear, crowding my back with his body.

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