Page 189 of Gift from the Wing

His clothes vanish in a cloud of shadows, and Draken from behind me, grips my thighs and pries them even farther apart. I’m practically being presented to Caspian as an offering.

The leashes of shadows that have held my arms hostage this entire ordeal drag them forward where they loop around his neck for support as he crashes into me.

His lips are on mine, with his tongue fighting for control. His thumb finds its way to my extremely sensitive clit and his cock pounds into me. This overabundance of ecstasy is all my fault, though.

As he warned…

I know better than to taunt a monster.

Well, no, I don’t. He’s mine and my body, heart, and soul were made perfect for him. All of them.

I can take whatever they give me. Ten times over.

“Caspian.” I gasp as my ass fills with his gift. No warning, nothing.

The sudden fullness has a deep moan pulling from my throat, and I swear my eyes go crossed.

“Got to get you ready for the dragon, naughty little Primary.”

My eyes widen and my dragon purrs a sultry sound in my chest, thoroughly looking forward to that.

Again, with no warning whatsoever, my vines are released from my legs, and I’m whisked through the shadows for a brief second. When we reappear, I find myself looking down at Caspian.

His eyes are hooded, and small hisses fall through his lips as my hips begin to move of their own accord. Just like Corentin taught me, I grind myself down, begging for both more and less friction.

I’m so damn worked up, sensitive, and still turned on, my body doesn’t know what it wants at this point.

“That’s it, get yourself off on my cock,” Caspian orders, gripping my hips, making me go faster.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Good job, little warrior, just like that. Take what you want,” Tillman murmurs beside me.

And finally, I do decide enough is enough.

I want my men. All of them.

When this orgasm rips through me, I unleash my power. My earth element coats the room, undressing the still clothed men around me. My dragon summons Draken’s and with a resounding purr, he presses his chest to my back, holding his hand out to Cas.

Liquid flows from his fingers into Draken’s palm, and I stare, half mesmerized, half don’t give a fuck, as the water grows thicker. I already know exactly what he’s preparing to do, so I lean myself forward, poking my ass in the air. Provoking him on.

“Fuck, this is going to be amazing,” he mutters as he lines himself up at my asshole.

It’s far easier this time around now that Cas has prepared me plenty and after he takes a few cautions pumps, I push myself back, hissing as he slips past my wall of muscle.

“Damn it, little wanderer. Always so impatient for me.”

“Fuck me,”I command.

I need them to pound into me. I need to make them come undone. I need this overwhelming feeling of too much and not enough to be over.

And they do just that.

A couple strokes in, the two of them have a perfect rhythm going, and I’m a wanton mess between them, but I still need the other two on my sides.

Wrapping my shadows around them, they crawl toward me, slamming their mouths to whatever part of my body they can touch, but I need more than that.

“Stand up for me.”

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