Page 140 of Gift from the Source
The second she’s within reach, I cup her cheeks and pull her face to mine. Her lips breathe air back into my desperate lungs and my soul bursts to life.
I try to speak a million words with my kiss. It’s slow, powerful, and all-consuming. I give every piece of myself over to her. It’s all hers.
My Primary.
My princess.
My queen.
My entire reason for living.
“Willow,”I breathe. Not trusting the words to actually leave my mouth.
“Core.”
“I don’t have the words to express what I’m feeling right now, princess.”
“I don’t need words. I feel it. I can’t breathe,”she says. A little winded.
I lay my hand to her heart and a shuddering breath falls from both of us. My air slowly leaks from me into her and our chests expand together.
“Better?”
“Much.”She smiles up at me, then her jaw falls open once again when my brothers close in around us.
“You were supposed to get her, then escort her to us. Not hog her,” Caspian says.
His eyes take in every inch of her. Starting from the bottom to the top.
He raises his hand slowly to caress her crown, then drags his fingers down her cheek until he cups her jaw.
“Devastating, little Primary. There will be many dead at my feet tonight because of you.”
“That shouldn’t sound so tempting.”
He chuckles darkly before devouring her lips. She sways the second he pulls away, but Tillman’s behind her. Waiting and ready. He tilts her head back to look at him and smiles down.
The two of them keep their conversation private and Draken, Cas, and I share a smirk with each other. We already know the biggest of our bunch has the most romantic side. He’ll have her a puddle on the floor with his words.
Or he’s being completely filthy with his compliments.
One or the other.
Judging by the sweet and soft kisses he lays to her lips, he went with sweet nothings. That’s not what she’ll get from the dragon, though. He’s practically ready to rip out of his skin.
He doesn’t bother to say anything. Instead, he grabs the back of her neck and kisses her like a man crazed. Purrs fall from both of them and thankfully Cas’s shadows conceal us so no one hears the small little moans falling from her mouth.
“Fuck, little wanderer. My dragon wants me to throw you over my shoulder and hide you away. You look good enough to eat.”
“Later,” she breathes.
Quite seriously and we all crowd in closer.
“You ready, princess?” I ask as her eyes begin to lose their lustful cloud.
“Yeah, I’m ready. I didn’t put all this work in for nothing.” She smirks, running her hands down her gorgeous dress.
“Don’t grow too attached to that,” Cas murmurs, causing another jolt of desire to zap through her, and we chuckle.
