Page 260 of Gift from the Source
That was until Corentin informed us of the scores.
Now it’s a competition that she benefits from no matter what.
“Tillman,” she moans and the tremble in her skin lights a fire down my back.
“That’s it, choke my cock but hold on for me. They’re almost here.”
My name falls from her lips in desperate prayers.
Each whisper has me getting closer to the edge. The hand I have wrapped around her lower back is gentle, protecting. The one above her hand is breaking bark.
“Fuck me,” Cas mumbles from behind us and that’s all I needed to know.
“Come, Willow.”
She does on the drop of my command.
My back bows and every muscle in my body tenses up as I empty inside her.
So fucking good.
Air barely enters my lungs, but that doesn’t stop me from sealing my mouth to hers. I greedily drink down the lingering sounds and my cock twitches as she clamps around me.
“So fucking greedy.”
“For you four? Always.”
“Well, let me make sure you’re well satisfied.”
A shiver rips through her as I pull out and move over for my brothers. The little whimpers of need coming for her have them closing in on her. I lean my shoulder against the tree and call my element out to make a pallet they can spread her out on.
I’m going to stand right here and enjoy my front row seat.
Corentin grips her by the jaw and kisses her hungrily. She barely has the strength to hold herself up and Cas takes her wobble as his cue to move her on over to the makeshift bed.
The three of them kiss, touch, and caress every inch of her. Except where she really wants it.
“Please.”
“Please what, little warrior.”
“I want the rest of my men.”
Those pleading, lust-drenched eyes collide with mine and my cock hardens at her call.
It’s always been like this.
It’ll never change as long as she looks at me that way.
“I’ll let you have them. All of them at once.”
The beautiful beast that lives within her pokes through for a moment to give me a sultry purr.
“Go ahead and fill that mouth, Cas. Can’t have those sweet little sounds provoking the dragon.”
Or me. Again.
The smile he shoots me is downright devious. “You heard him, naughty little Primary. Open up.”
