Page 149 of Gift from the Source
“That blindfold this morning planted a little seed in your mind. You’re wondering what it would be like to be fucked by your men but not knowing which one it was. You’d easily be able to tap into a bond and figure it out, but you wouldn’t do that. You’d want to experience the sensations of figuring it out on your own. By our touch, our tongues, or our cocks alone.
“Then this little dance. Not knowing which man you’re about to have in your arms. It takes away the pressure of you having to choose. Although we’d never make you choose. We’d do that for you. But if you want us to remove your sight so you can experience what it’s like being worshipped blindly, we’ll do that for you, sweet Willow.”
I don’t know if sweet is what I’d call myself right now. There’re nothing but dirty scenarios playing through my mind. I just pictured them doing to me exactly what he’d just described.
The only exception to my mental creation was even then I didn’t allow myself to choose who was doing what. I let my imagination run wild.
Fuck, maybe we shouldn’t have had this discussion on the dance floor.
“Sounds like you already have it planned out,”I say low.
“I have every intention of fulfilling that little fantasy of yours. Call it a promise, Primary.”
He spins me out away from him once more. On my return, my back hits his front and he lays his lips to my neck. Goose bumps break out across my skin, and I force myself to swallow down a moan.
As his hand grazes my lower back, it’s only then that I realize the change of music.
My breathing is erratic as I gaze at Tillman standing in front of me with a knowing smirk.
“Breathe in and out, little warrior. I’ve got you,”he says as he takes me into his arms.“You let him get you all hot and bothered.”
“Let him, is not at all the words I’d use to describe anything Cas does. He’s a naughty ghost with a mouth and mind as foul as yours.”
His deep laugh wraps around me like armor.
“That’s one of my fondest memories. I’ll never forget the first time I heard you call him a ghost.”
“I’m glad you find so much entertainment from invading my mind. Honestly, I’m surprised you don’t get a headache listening to everything constantly running through there.”
A small smile crosses his face and he runs his hand up my body until he wraps it around the side of my neck. For a moment, he stares at the mark I left on his hand lovingly.
I hope every time he looks at it, he knows I left it there to remind him how he’d never hurt me. His strength holds me up when I feel like I’m crumbling.
“I do know that, Will. I promise I do. And I never get headaches from the noise. Not when it comes to you. You are the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. Inever know what’s going to come across. It’s a brand of mayhem that keeps me balanced and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
I can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of me. Mayhem is the perfect word to describe the daily condition of my mind. If it weren’t for him and everything he’s taught me, it would be even worse.
One day, the gorgeous green-eyed giant is going to hear something that really surprises him.
He shakes his head at me, but the smile never fades from his face.
I allow the music to invade my mind and calm the many thoughts as he moves us around the dance floor gracefully. Our steps are sure and swift. We move as fluidly with each other as we would practicing anything else together. We mold as one.
“This is our cue, little warrior,”he says as the music begins to taper off.
“What next?”
“We’ll move over to the thrones with my aunt and uncles. The five and others are going to start approaching us. In no particular order. We’ll do that, while our guests eat, mingle, and begin dancing if they please. Then there will be another dance for us.”
I give him a nod as he pulls away from me. I know the actual itinerary for the ball, but at any moment they could hear something that changes everything. I’d rather just get the plans directly from them.
The guys surround me and on the last beat of the song, they each bow and I curtsy to them.
Once again, the noise absolutely erupts and my eye twitches from how boisterous it is.
“Let’s move on over—”
“I need Willow to come to the bathroom with me,” Oakly whisper-yells, cutting Corentin off as she, Aria, and their Nexuses approach us.
