Page 171 of Gift from the Wing

“One more, Will.”

Breathing, the way he just taught me to, I call forth the ficklest of all my gifts.

Flashes in my mind come and go just as fast. Not of moments far into the future or times that have already passed, but minutes from now. If I wasn’t certain and could feel the thrum of the gift, I would’ve assumed I conjured the scene on my own.

My body feels weightless in this moment as everything that resides inside of me settles in gently and for the first time in I don’t know how long, my mind silences the rambling thoughts, the to-do lists, the what-ifs, or anything else that has kept it in overdrive for however long it’s been. For now, it’s just peaceful…balanced.

“Open your eyes, little warrior.”

My soaked lids blink away the water and my gaze collides with the gorgeous sight in front of me. No wonder my dragon’s vision could see the light shining. Tillman’s practically glowing as though he’s the one who can bend light.

“Thank you so much.”

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do or help you with. I’d mold mountains into whatever you wanted them to be even though I know you could do it all on your own. There’s nothing you can’t do, Willow.”

Uncrossing my legs, I crawl into his lap. My arms link their way around his neck again as my legs straddle his and I run my fingers lightly down his spine, mimicking the feeling of him doing it to me.

The steady rise and fall of his chest inhibit me from the constant feel of his body pressed to mine and on each exhale, I mourn the loss of his touch. I shimmy as close to him as I can get and tuck my face into the crook of his neck and shoulder.

The sudden jump in his pulse twitches against my cheek, beckoning me to calm its now erratic beat. The soft hum that leaves his throat causes my lips to linger and my eyes to fly open.

He likes that.

I lay kisses slowly across his golden skin and shiver as his grip around my waist flexes. The more times I lay my lips to him, the harder I feel him growing underneath me, and I can’t help but grind myself against him.

Just as I go to shift my hips again, faster than I can flutter my eyes, he has our positions flipped and his massive body covers mine.

“Looking for a reward, are you, little warrior?” he asks hungrily.

I don’t even try to repress the groan that leaves me when he kisses me tenderly, then moves to my jaw, then my neck. Every new touch heats my skin and sends jolts of desire shooting through me as his tongue lightly licks every place his lips touch.

It’s as if he has to map out the same path I made across his pulse.

“What if I was trying to reward you?”

“You think I deserve a reward?”

“Yes.” I moan, arching into him as he sucks on my neck.

“How did you plan on rewarding me?” he asks, and I feel his teeth graze my skin from his smile.

Fuck. I want to say it out loud, I really do, but damn, dirty talk still chokes me up. It’s so much easier when Draken tells me what to say.

“Did you want my cock in your mouth, little warrior, is that what it was?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me that,”he orders.

Biting my lip, I mentally whisper,“I wanted your cock in my mouth.”

His groan vibrates through my whole body, and he shifts his hips, grinding his dick against me.

“As much as I’d love to fuck your tight little throat and watch you choke me down, it’s been far too long since I’ve tasted your pussy on my tongue. So I’ll take that as my reward.”

Fucking please.

He chuckles darkly and with a glide of his hands between the valley of my breast, down my belly, and my legs, my clothes crumble into nothing more than particles.

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