Page 78 of Gift from the Wing

Uncle Orien xoxo.

My hands tremble as I read the letter repeatedly. He’s given me something that here lately has felt so fleeting in my life. The race against an imaginary clock that never seems to stop ticking.

Willow feels it too, as have my brothers. We’ve all felt the pressure that we’re now on a time crunch. We’ve made moves in the realm against our enemy that has upped the ante in this war. It’s a silent companion every day as we slowly unravel the remaining mysteries. Despite the lack of retaliation, we know we set something in motion.

Leaning forward, I place the letter in my top drawer where I can easily pull it out and read it anytime I find myself lost to my work. It’ll stay there as a reminder that I have people who care about me. The work can wait.

This is my gift to you, nephew.

Time.

“Tell me, princess, what would you like to do with the rest of your afternoon?” I ask quietly and lay a kiss on the side of her neck.

“You don’t have other things to do?” she asks, craning around to look at me.

“I can take care of that later. For now, a large chunk of my day’s opened up.”

The breathtaking smile that takes over her face has my heart once again pounding wildly in my chest. Just like when I told her I’d ride with her in her dragon form, she’s looking at me now as though I’ve handed her the realm’s greatest gift.

Little does she know, being able to spend my day with her means more to me than anything.

“Have you worked on your newest ability boost any more?” she asks.

“I have,” I say confidently, grinning at the gasp that leaves her when two more of me surround her.

I’ve managed to teach myself how to command my replicates to do more than mimic me. With enough concentration, I can make them pose differently, move independently, and hold a more solid form like she and Caspian have learned to do with their shadows.

I can’t hold on to that long, but I have every intention of mastering it. Especially when I command one of them to tilt her chin up and a heady little whimper falls from her lips.

“That’s quite the nifty gift,” she says breathlessly, and my dick immediately responds to her husky tone.

“Why is that, princess? Is four men not enough for you?” I ask as I lay kisses across the erratic pulse in her neck.

“Four is plenty enough, but…”

Her shaky breath brings a sly smile to my lips, and I gently bite her shoulder before ordering, “Finish your sentence.”

“There’re multiples of you. It’s intimidatingly sexy.”

I hum approvingly as her legs part automatically for my hand as I trail my fingers on the inside of her thighs. I can feel the heat coming off her pussy and I know she’s already soaking wet for me.

“What’s so intimidating, princess?”

“They have a commanding presence just like you. I’m torn between being freaked out and so fucking turned on,” she admits honestly.

“Let’s see which it is,” I say before growling low when my fingers caress her slick pussy. “Why are you wearing a dress with no underwear?”

“Wishful thinking.” She moans as I start circling her clit.

“So you came in here with the intention of getting fucked, huh?”

“Yes.”

Music to my ears.

Commanding my reflections to merge into one, I mentally picture myself undressing, and like my gift is actually mine to control, it follows the directions.

“Eyes open and spread your legs as far as you can baby. Let me see your pussy.”

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