Page 44 of Gift from the Wing

“Vulgar mind, little warrior. Keep those thoughts to yourself during breakfast, yeah?” Tillman says with a smirk when he emerges in the bathroom behind me.

I narrow my eyes because he has the nastiest mouth I’ve ever heard. Granted, yes, he mostly whispers it to me in my mind, but still, the man has a dirty mouth.

“You love my dirty mouth.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do. Your pussy doesn’t lie,” he says with a wink as my body comes alive. The caress of his element sweeping over me, dressing me in a flowy sundress, does nothing but add to the fire.

“Come on, you two, we’re gonna be the last ones to join,” Corentin says from the doorway with a sly smile on his lips that tells me Tillman didn’t just speak that in my mind but everyone’s.

After he dresses me and I do what I can with my hair, I purposely shimmy my ass right across his dick as I scoot by him, laughing mischievously as I run through the door when he tries to grab me. I only make it three steps before being swooped up in shadows.

“Naughty Primary,” Caspian murmurs against my lips.

“He started it,” I say breathlessly.

“Behave or I’ll finish it.”

With that, he hits me with a brutal kiss before passing me off to Draken and Corentin, who latch on to each hand, basically dragging me from the room since my head is spinning.

Fuck, these men drive me wild.

How’s a girl supposed to focus on anything when they just ooze sex appeal?

Lucky for me, as we approach the ward, and no more sexual comments or innuendos are being thrown my way, I can focus on something other than them. For example, I hope and pray Aurora is as excited to officially meet me as I am her. Now that both of our memories of one another are returned, I hope there’s no awkwardness, no hesitation, and we skip right to the part of her loving me.

Damn, that’s a little desperate, Willow.

“Not desperate at all, Will. There’s no doubt she already loves you. Aunt Rory has always been one to step up and love someone who needs it,” Tillman says gently in my mind.

I smile gratefully at him, although I hear the underlying sadness that he tries to hide. I won’t bring it up yet, but the burning need to ask him if he’s okay and about the cute nickname has been heavy on my mind. It would seem my calm, collected, seemingly unaffected gentle giant isn’t as healed from his past as he’s led me to believe.

“We’re now officially late. We’ll transport to the central quarters once we’re through the ward,” Corentin says exasperatedly as he shoves his communicator in his pocket. I snicker at his flustered state although I shouldn’t, but he acts like this is a business meeting. Not breakfast with his parents.

“Yes, your highness,” I tease, earning myself a small twitch of his lips.

Pushing out of the ward is painless, thankfully, and in seconds, we’re on the other side. It’s a relief to see that nothing is destroyed or at least it’s still not destroyed from my loss of control and the ward coming down. I already feel bad enough for what I did to the central foyer.

The guys give me no time to get a full look around. Before I know it, we’re stepping out of a transport in front of a set of double doors and I can hear the murmuring voices behind it clearly.

“They will be here momentarily, Aurora, calm yourself,” a male voice commands, but there’s a lightness in his tone. I can’t tell which of my fathers-in-law it is, but the authority mixed with softness in his voice reminds me of Corentin.

“Calm down? Did you seriously just tell me to calm down?” Aurora fires back, causing me to laugh.

The room silences as the sound travels through the doors and I prepare myself when I hear chairs skid backward and the pattering of feet basically running my way.

“For fuck’s sake. Brace yourself, Primary. They’re all apparently going to greet you at the door,” Caspian says sarcastically.

He’s right, though, because when the doors fly open, Aurora is center stage, nestled between her men. A few feet behind them are Gaster and Keeper, smiling at us.

“Hi,” I say shyly, suddenly choked with emotions.

“Oh, my girl. It really has been a lifetime,” Aurora says as her arms come around me, pulling me into her chest, and I melt.

After a long, loving moment, she pulls back, cupping my cheeks and smiling so brightly at me it’s nearly blinding. This is everything I always wanted it to be.

“I’m so glad you’re finally home,” she whispers as tears gather in her eyes.

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