Page 180 of Gift from the Wing

“I understand, but this is going to work. We just have to believe that,” I tell him as we make it to where the guys are waiting in front of my spot.

Each of them is on edge at this point and I smile at them, hoping to alleviate some of their possessive-ass issues right now. If they want to frown at someone, it should be Caspian. It was his idea.

I can’t talk. I’d flip the fuck out.

Let me just stir the pot before I take my nap.

Then when I wake up, they’ll be all kinds of obsessed with me.

“Well, do I get a kiss before I take a nap with two other men or what?”

Although they move as one to surround me, Draken breaks first.

Growling, he crowds me into Caspian. Corentin, my gentleman, takes the mug from my hand right as Draken attacks. His lips crash into mine, and he holds me possessively by the back of my neck as he devours every inch of my mouth. Letting everyone who can see know exactly who I belong to.

When he tears his mouth from mine, I know my eyes dilate at the beast lurking below his cobalt blues.

I’m spun to the side faster than I can pounce on my dragon man, and my gentle giant lifts me off my feet, laying his forehead to mine.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, little warrior.”

“Do you think I’ll win?”

He snorts, laying soft kisses on my already swollen lips.“I know you will.”

Setting me back on my feet, I don’t even have time to catch my balance before shadows are tugging me to their master.

“You know better than to taunt a monster.”

“Not when that monster is mine.”

The hum in his throat is the only warning I receive before he bites my lip, then slips his tongue in my mouth when I gasp. Every stroke is dark, demanding, and all for me. He consumes me so completely, I forget there’re people around.

The promising darkness in his eyes when he pulls back from me makes my breath hitch and the devilish smirk on his face tells me I’m in for it when I wake up.

Turning to the last of my men, his stern mask is what I expected to see, but the soft features that greet me give me butterflies.

One-handed as he’s still holding my mug in his other, he presses his index finger below my chin and tilts it up until my eyes are locked onto his. The burning amber in the middle of them heats my belly like a straight shot of whiskey.

“Princess.”

“Your highness.”

“Be good. No trouble in dreamland.”

“No promises.”

His knowing smile is contagious, and when he slowly leans in, my eyes automatically close.

“You’re going to wear my handprint on your ass for a weak for that little comment, baby,”he whispers against my lips after giving me one of the softest kisses I’ve ever received.

I blink through the whiplash, while he practically preens at the red shade my face is surely turning.

Clearing my throat, I gather myself back together after my teasing backfired tremendously. Despite obviously knowing it’s four against one, I still tend to get a little big for my breeches.

Corentin offers me his arm, leading me the few feet to my spot, and helps me sit before passing me my mug. Fuck, how that man can be so damn dominant, then do the sweetest things like this is mindboggling.

“Okay, so one more time. We’re going to drink, eat the flower, give it five minutes. Willow, you wrap around our minds, then, Codi, you put us to sleep,” Trex says, going over the plan for the umpteenth time.

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