Page 173 of Gift from the Wing

His arms tremble as he pulls almost all the way out, then slams back into me one last time.

Everything around us shakes as he comes undone.

His head bows while he catches his breath for a second and his strong fingers flex on my hips before he lifts me off my pillows and lays himself where I just was. With no complaint from me, I happily lie spread out across his chest, gripping his dick every time it twitches.

“Well, that’s one way to get yourself balanced, princess.” Corentin’s teasing tone flutters in from the doorway, and I turn my head to see him leaning against the frame with a smirk on his lips.

“It’s usually your brother who likes to spy, your highness.”

“I’m here, Primary, don’t you worry,” Caspian says as he appears in the doorway right along with Corentin.

“Fuck me, some privacy,” Tillman barks halfheartedly.

“What’s the point in that? We’ve seen everything in this room plenty of times,” Draken says, crashing through the other two.

After giving me a quick kiss, he flops into Tillman’s hammock as if this is his room and everything’s completely normal. Granted, it doesn’t bother me a bit, but I’m pretty sure they bust in like this on purpose to fuck with whoever I’m with.

“The point is—”

“The point is, we’ve been outside the room since the little Primary sent a burst of lust out to all of us. That was the privacy we afforded the two of you rather than busting in and joining,” Caspian says slyly.

Whoops.

I definitely didn’t block our bonds or even attempt to after I felt so balanced. My body, mind, everything felt far too peaceful to try to switch anything up.

I shoot Cas a smile as Tillman’s element covers us in clothes and he sits us up on the floor. Like I said, it doesn’t bother me at all that they busted right on in here, but I appreciate that they do respect my alone time with each of them.

Even when Draken came into the shower when I sent him a mate’s message, he knew me and Cas were having a moment and that I reached out by accident. It’s important to each of them to have me to themselves every now and then, so they respect each other more than enough to make it happen without expecting anything from me in return.

“On another note, you feel calmer, little wanderer. Aside from the amazing sex you just had, do you feel better?”

Snorting, I smile over at him and the little twinkle in his eye. “Yeah, I do. Tillman taught me exactly what to do, and in those few moments, I felt so settled. My sight even answered and gave me a little vision.”

“Hell yeah. So is this something you need to do daily?” he asks with a wiggle of his brows.

“Yes, she needs to balance herself every day until it starts to feel more natural and comes on its own. Plus, anytime before she goes into the Amplifier room,” Tillman answers him quite literally, although I do agree.

I’m down for what Draken’s suggesting too, though.

Twenty-Four

Caspian

“Do not cut yourself again,” I say low, warning my Primary when I see her once again reach for her mother’s blasted book.

For two weeks now, we’ve been holed up in my uncle’s room, or the south wing. Researching, reading, doing everything we can to get ready to leave in a week to check on the portals and hunt down her stash of blood.

The thirteen out of the fourteen days we’ve spent doing that, my Primary has cut her palms and smeared her blood across the cover of that book numerous times, in every pattern she can imagine.

Nothing has worked.

I’m over it and I won’t be watching her do it again.

While my brothers are handling everything they have to handle while we’re in here, I’m the one who deals with the disappointment, the outrage, and the confusion every single time it doesn’t work for her.

Granted, I will always be here to support her and I’m more than capable of dealing with it on my own, but I hate to see her beating herself up over it. I’m not allowing her to do it to herself again today.

Today, she will have a good fucking day.

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