Page 39 of Gift from the Wing

She enjoys it.

There’s a weightlessness to our steps as we leave my bedroom and start walking back down the hall. The sound of my door shutting follows us, and I vow to leave my worries behind in that room that I no longerneed. I don’t need to hate it, love it, or even think about it anymore. It’s served its purpose for me. It’s just a room now.

My fears of what’s about to come for my Primary feel less…demanding, if that makes sense. My anger at my uncle is null. I came into that room feeling like a worked-up, over-emotional mess, but now it’s no longer overruling every other thought that’s running through my mind.

I’m thinking clearly for the first time today. Thank fuck.

Once again, it seems all I needed was my brother to show me the way, but at least this time, I’ve done something for him in return.

“What are you doing?” he asks when I latch onto his shoulder.

“Stealing a moment in time.”

Shadowing us across the palace, I chuckle darkly as we hover in the shadows, watching Draken and Tillman lavish the Primary with kisses and caresses. My dick is painfully hard the second her sweet melody of moans reaches my ears. They have her spread out across the bed, completely naked and exposed. Like a fragile little offering for the monster who’s about to consume her.

“You make my brothers so weak, Primary,” I say darkly, revealing us from the shadows.

“Excuse me?” She pants as her maddening eyes narrow on me.

“I told you earlier you were in trouble. And look what I return to. Them bowing to your every whim without even the thought of punishment.”

Draken’s giddiness at the prospect of what’s going on hits me first and I shoot him a little wink, encouraging the beast to play my game. Tillman doesn’t hide the fact that he’s in on it when he moves away from her, laughing lightly as she whimpers at the loss of his touch.

They both join Corentin and me at the foot of the bed, where we stare my feisty little Primary down. Her chest heaves, making those glorious fucking tits rise and fall with each breath. If I didn’t have the control I do, one would already be between my teeth.

“I didn’t do anything to deserve a punishment,” she argues, but she can’t hide the flare of desire in her eyes.

I see it. I see it all.

“You did and you know it. You nearly caused us to lose our minds today,” I say with a sly smirk on my lips.

“I can’t help when that happens. If this is the case for every time some shit goes down, I should be able to punish you all when you worry me.”

“Never said you couldn’t, Primary.”

A devious little smirk crosses those plump lips I’m ready to sink my tongue between. Her teasing is enough to make me feral, but still, I don’t budge. I’ll let her believe she can dish out some punishment if it pleases her. We all know there’s never true punishment. The only punishment is the wait. The anticipation.

Between Corentin and me, we’ve rewired what the word punishment means in her mind. Never again will she hear that word and associate it with something vile or harmful. She’ll think of us and the pleasure we plan to wring from her body.

“Fine then. What’s my punishment?”

“On your knees, Primary. Crawl to your men,” I command.

Her bravado breaks for a split second. It was so quick, I would’ve missed it if I wasn’t staring her down.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Her eyes flare with flames at the order in my tone and slowly, fucking drop dead sexily, the little tease spreads her thighs enough to have us all groaning before she gets her legs under her and leans down to all fours.

I bite my lip to keep myself from snatching her up and fucking her stupid right here and now. This woman, I swear.

“Now what?” She casts those eyes up to me.

Fuck, how beautiful she is on her knees for us.

“Pleasure us, Primary. All of us.”

Her throat bobs as she looks between us, then her head whips back to me at the sound of my sweatpants hitting the ground.

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