Page 178 of Gift from the Source
“Don’t you dare come unless it’s in me.”
Fuck.
Her words send Draken right over the edge far faster than he was ready for. He spills inside of her, and I squeeze the base of my cock to stop myself from following.
The second he slips out, I slam in.
I had all intentions of taking her ass, but I’ll never miss an opportunity to pound into this pretty little pussy. To feel it clench around me as I shove my brother’s cum deeper in her and mix in my own.
Fuck. I’ll make sure she’s stuffed full of us.
That thought has my back bowing and ice slicing through my stomach as I try to hold back my release.
It’s a waste of effort.
Her moan of our names has me unraveling.
My head leans against her spine as I fight to get air in my lungs and the trembles coursing through her tumble into me.
“That was…so intense,” she pants as she falls completely on Draken.
I catch myself before I crush them both and it takes everything within me to pull out of her.
“That was insane. Was it hard for you to tell who was who?” Draken asks as he runs his hands along her back and I call my shadows back from around her eyes.
“At first, yeah. When all of you were touching me and moving around everywhere, I couldn’t confidently decide who was doing what. When you and Cas switched, I could tell.”
I shoot the dragon a wink behind her head as he smiles mischievously at me.
Next time, I’ll make his hands freeze.
A deep, drawn-out yawn escapes her and Tillman’s quick to swoop in and take her from Draken. “Shower, then sleep, little warrior.”
She groans but doesn’t complain as he carries her into the shower and the rest of us follow right along.
We can wash away the day together.
It may be the last time we get to do this for a while.
Tomorrow, we wake up and plan a war.
Twenty-One
Willow
“Hey, my little dragonfly.”
My mom’s voice pulls me straight from my sleep. I sit up frantically, glancing around, only to find my bedroom empty aside from the guys surrounding me.
A whoosh of air followed by a light chuckle falls out of me. “Just a dream.”
To my left, Corentin and Tillman are sleeping like the nonmagical realm used to describe vampires. Flat on their backs and hands on their chests as though they’re just waiting to be woken up.
On my right, though, the sight is to die for.
Cas still has his arm wrapped around my waist, but Draken’s arm is wrapped around his. It seems as though he was trying to get closer to me but had to settle for the barrier between us. His head is lying literally on top of Cas’s with his mouth open. The gentle snores falling out of it ruffle Cas’s hair back and forth with each inhale and exhale.
I make sure to brand a picture of this in my mind so I can show them when we wake up.
