Page 122 of Gift from the Source
“Best mating ceremonies ever. Fuck, I’m so glad I got to witness this.”
The elation in Draken’s voice has me grinning from ear to ear against Corentin’s chest. The love directed at him from his brothers is what pulls at my heartstrings, though.
My sweet, selfless dragon.
I use Corentin’s chest to push myself up and he shoots me a knowing wink as he helps me off his lap.
On wobbly legs, I turn to face my dragon. He’s smiling brightly at Caspian and Tillman, pulling them in for hugs they reluctantly return. Although those sly smirks don’t fool me.
I wiggle out my fingers and prepare myself for what I’m about to cause.
Fuck, I can take one more.
My dragon comes to the helm of my consciousness, giddy and ready to provoke her mate.
The purr that leaves my chest is not soft or sweet. It’s demanding. One laced with enough desire, his beast has no choice but to answer.
His growl wraps around my body just as his arms do.
One second, I’m facing straight ahead, the next, my face is in the couch with my ass in the air.
The bite of his fingers tangling in my hair and pulling my head back feels just as good as the hand biting into my mating mark on my hip.
He enters me in one savage thrust and I meet each one with my own from there. I don’t try to dominate his movements nor does my dragon. We take the brutal pounding because that’s what we wanted.
Our predator to claim his prey.
He comes with a roar of my name, and I quiver around him as it shakes me down to my bones.
My dragon purrs in satisfaction of getting everything she wanted plus more. His dragon responds with an equally content noise that has me going limp in his arms.
“Fucking hell, Draken,” Cas breathes as Draken gathers me in his lap and I lay my head to his chest.
“Bad sweetness. You know better than to taunt my beast like that.”
I smile smugly as my eyes fall shut.
“No, no, I don’t. I can have my mates however and whenever I see fit.”
My Nexus. My soul mates.
Now they have marks to show off to the realm.
Fifteen
Draken
“Are you even listening to me?”
“Of course I am, kitty cat.”
I’m not. Not at all.
I couldn’t tell you anything Vince has said to me in the last five minutes since we sent Layton and Carrington back home after their lessons.
The boys were excited about getting the next few days off from lessons since they can’t attend the Spring Ball. Then they started picking on the two of us about what we were going to wear. Their laughs continued on as they walked away from us, but my mind went to what my little wanderer is going to wear.
Then it went to yesterday’s mating ceremony with the guys.
