Page 80 of Gift from the Wing

“Naughty little Primary.”

“I’m naughty for craving a member of my Nexus and I just happened to get two for the price of one?” She cocks her brow and I smirk smugly at their glares.

“Logically no, but because I’m apparently a jealous asshole, yes,” he says seriously.

“Get over it, brother. There’re things you can do with your shadows that we can’t,” I tell him as I join them in my sitting area.

“I don’t need any extras to give my little wanderer everything she wants, plus some,” Draken says with full conviction as he scoots closer to Willow and Caspian. “So while we were working hard, the two of you were getting freaky. Not cool. Not cool at all,” he says as he attacks her neck with kisses.

“Corentin got plenty of work done today. He’s actually ahead of schedule,” Willow brags, preening with pride for me, and my chest swells.

As she jumps right into explaining what happened, I lean back in the lounge chair, lacing my hands behind my head and smirking at their gaping mouths.

Today was a win for me all the way around.

I’ll take every win I can get.

Eleven

Willow

Ugh, the beauty of this field is breathtaking.

With Draken’s warm chest against my back and the sun setting, the trees in the distance cast just the right amount of light to make the flowers look like they’re dancing in waves of colors. It’s a picture-perfect moment.

It’s magical. Peaceful.

I wish I could just sit here forever in his embrace, but for the life of me, there’s something I should be doing or there’s something I’m supposed to remember right now, but I can’t. My mind is nagging me to pay attention, but attention to what, I have no clue.

“Stop that. We have to focus.” I giggle, shoving Draken away.

Why did my laugh sound so funny?

“What do we have to focus on? We’re in a field of flowers, doing fuck all nothing.” He lays me back and continues to attack my neck in kisses.

“Draken,” I squeal. “We should be doing something, though.”

He doesn’t listen as his kisses start trailing their way down my chest and my body alights, pushing away the doubt in my mind. His hands glide softly up my thighs and I arch into him, begging him to go higher.

Wait, where’s his warmth? His hands are cold.

His touch isalways warm, fiery, and it always calls mine to the surface to join.

“Draken, wait. Something’s not right.”

He looks down at me and cocks his head to the side as if that sounds absolutely foreign to him. I mimic his stare, and we hold that position for a long moment until he starts talking, but I don’t hear his words anymore. My eyes narrow as I force myself to concentrate and the dazed look in his eyes slowly pushes clarity to enter my senses.

This is a dream. I’m dreaming.

Damn. It seems so real.

“What are we doing here, Draken?” I ask quietly.

“We’re relaxing, of course, little wanderer. We can do other stuff if you want,” he says with a wiggle of his brows.

I snort a laugh because dream him seems so much like real him, and for the life of me, it takes all my mental strength to keep clarity of the situation. I’m aware now this isn’t real, but shit, it doesn’t feel that way, and part of me really wants to just give in and let the dream overtake me. One little slip into the fantasy and I’d drift right back into my blissful ignorance.

But I can’t. I don’t have lucid dreams for no reason.

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