15. Fifteen

Fifteen

Tillman

Currently, I'm contemplating if I want to string Lyker up by vines and rip him in half or officially welcome him into the family.

Will's thoughts and emotions are running wild and it's clear that she hasn't overstepped any boundaries by reading his thoughts because if she did, she'd know he doesn't hate her. He has questions, sure, questions I'm not sure she's allowed to give the answers to, but he accepts this.

"Everything's going to be okay, little warrior," I say softly, pulling her closer to my chest.

"We don't know that," she murmurs.

"Yes, I do."

"How do you… Oh, Tillman, this is not the appropriate time for you to be eavesdropping on other people's thoughts. That could make him madder." She fusses at me as if I give a single shit if I piss off Lyker or anyone else. When it comes to her, no one's thoughts are safe from me.

"Why don't you offer to talk to him alone? We'll all give you some space and I'll stay out of his mind for the time being." I compromise.

She blows out a small breath that fans across my forearm, and she tightens her hold on my hand for a brief second before nodding.

"Would you like a minute to talk? Just us," she says quietly to Lyker.

"Yeah," he agrees, strained.

The panicked beat of her pulse starts up again, and until he calms himself down, she's going to be on edge, waiting for the ball to drop.

"Caspian, take Draken and go secure the house," I order as we all stand up from the grass.

"We aren't going to be able to get in there. I've already tried to send my shadows in, and they're blocked out. The two of them will have to open it first," Caspian grits out. That just ate him up to have to admit because there's only one place in this entire realm I've seen stump him and his shadows from entering if he really wants to.

"There're no bodies inside. It's clear," Ry says after he examines the cottage.

"Caspian is right. The ward around the door is a signature entrance. I already see both of your magical signatures intermingled in the fabric. You two will need to pass through first before any of us may enter," Gaster says, staring in fascination.

"Well, come on, fortune teller, let's go get the shit beat out of us again," Lyker says teasingly, already heading off in the direction of the house, and I give Will a small push to follow rather than just stare at his back.

The rest of us hang back a couple feet and watch the two of them approach the door apprehensively. I silently chuckle because Willow's thoughts on how awkward Codi and Trex were when they met ring through my memory, but she's currently doing the same thing.

"Oh wait, it's probably going to—"

"Shit." Lyker curses, clutching his hand to his chest.

"Shock you," Willow finishes as a surprised laugh bursts out of her before she cuts it off and clears her throat.

"If you knew that, why didn't you tell me?" he asks her.

"Well, I would have, but you let your curiosity get the better of you," she teases, shooting a sly smirk over her shoulder to Gaster and Oakly, who are laughing. I snort and shake my head because Oakly just replayed the same exact thing happening to Willow.

"Go on in, little warrior, we'll be out here if you need us."

With no more hesitation, she grips the knob, only hissing slightly as the door opens for her and they share a glance, then walk in.

"So what do we do?" Draken says, fidgeting, shifting back and forth on his feet.

The emotional wringer Will's been through today has got his dragon on edge. He's doing a good job of keeping him locked up tight, although I did think he was going to burn this forest down when she went sailing through the fucking air when that ward came down.

"Let's walk around, check out the other side of the house. They'll be fine. They need a minute alone," I announce to everyone.

Kyan, Lennox, and Zane glance back and forth between the cottage and Aria a couple times before following suit. They're worried about leaving him and everything that's happened today, which is understandable with what they have going on. I won't call any of them out for not telling us about the trouble they've been having in the pack because knowing my little warrior, she'll be ready to flip shit if she finds out people are having issues with Aria.

Plus, we can't step on Lyker's toes when we come here. He's no longer an E.F. member but an Alpha of a pack. It needs to be seen as he's the one in charge of their territory.

So I'll bite my tongue until Lyker decides to tell us on his own or if something happens where I feel it's completely necessary for us to step in.

The area surrounding the cottage isn't vast, just a small little section that looks like a sea of green, with bright pops of colors sticking out from the flowers. Whoever had the earth element in Willow's mom's Nexus—hell, maybe it was her—took special care of everything here.

It's easy for me to tell. Not only the small, quaint details of the cottage show a respectful craftsmanship, but the garden, flower beds, gnarled trees surrounding the perimeter have all been treated with care and love. Enough so that it's thrived on its own without any upkeep in over twenty-six years.

"I miss when homes looked more like this," Gaster says cheerily.

"It's kind of small, don't you think?" Oakly asks.

"Well, it is compared to what you kids are used to, but back in my day, most homes and cottages were built like this. Typically, with only two rooms. One for the Nexus and the other for the child they'd have," he says.

"The amount of clothes Oakly has wouldn't fit in there," Ry says sarcastically, even though he's the one creating all those damn clothes for her.

"Our gifts have evolved substantially. When homes were made like this, it was because this is all that could be made."

"Gaster, the evolution you're speaking of happened multiple millennia ago," Sans says, cocking his head to the side.

"How many ago?" Caspian cuts in, suddenly completely intrigued with the conversation.

"I'm aware how long it's been, boys," Gaster says with a small eat shit smirk that has Caspian rolling his eyes.

This charming little cottage appealed to Willow, though, despite its size. Other than the fact she knew her mom lived here, it's small and cozy. Homely.

She wouldn't want to live somewhere like this permanently. She needs her space so she can have alone time when she wants it, so all of us sharing a room twenty-four seven would never work. Now somewhere like this for us to be able to whisk her away to for a week and have her all to ourselves would be right up her alley.

"This will be a good spot for you all to stay when you bring our sister to visit. Or better yet, for her to stay when she needs a break from the lot of you," Kyan says, basically speaking what I'd just thought. If I didn't know mind transference isn't his gift, I'd be a little concerned.

Surprisingly, out of their Nexus, aside from Aria, who's ecstatic about this even though she's trying to play it cool, it's been him whose thoughts are over the top with excitement. Out of their bunch, he's the most reserved, most serious. The one most people wouldn't want to be caught in a room alone with, but since she broke the news, he immediately started referring to her as ‘their' sister.

His easy acceptance of her will go a long way if she lowers that moral compass of hers just a smidge and listens to everyone's thoughts like I do.

"Our sister," Caspian chuffs quietly beside me. "My Primary is collecting people like stray animals."

"Caspian." Corentin sighs.

"What? It's true. Now there's another Nexus I'll have to spend my time with. You know as well as I do, the Primary is going to insist on seeing her brother."

"And we'll suck it up. You included," Corentin commands. I hear the annoyance in his voice, though. It's not directed at Caspian or the fact that Willow has a brother. It's because he knows Caspian's right, and he hates having to share her time with anyone other than us.

It won't surprise me when all this is said and done, the war won, he sweeps us all off to some remote location for an entire year so he doesn't have to share her attention but with the three of us.

Not that she'd allow that, but he can dream it up.

"Guys, come look at this," Nikoli calls out from somewhere in the backyard.

Coming around the corner of the cottage, Oakly, Ry, Nikoli, and Jamie are walking around a small building, trying to peer in through the gaps in the wood slats. Judging by the clear roof and wooden walls, I assume it's a greenhouse and they can't get in it.

"There's a ward to this as well," Gaster says.

Kneeling down, I dig my fingers into the soil, searching through the roots to see if I can identify what plants may be in there rather than out here in the open, and I'm shocked when I sense plants and flowers that are known for being in very different areas of the realm.

"There's a multitude of different species of plants in there. Some that can only grow in very different environments than this," I say, standing up and wiping my hands off.

No one has a chance to say anything before me, Corentin, and Draken all turn toward the house, sensing Willow's emotions spike. Caspian might not feel it as keenly, but based on our tension, he attempts to head in, but I latch on to his shoulder and open my mind so he can hear us.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"Nothing…nothing. There's just…we just found family photos. It's of the six of them, but in all of them, she had a small silver dragon painted somewhere in the picture."

She sends an image through to our minds, and I hold my breath.

A woman, who looks so much like Willow with brown curly hair and silver eyes, is sitting on the front porch steps, smiling brightly. Beside her is Lyker. It's obvious by the blacker than night hair and his steely gray-blue eyes, but what gets me is the small silver dragon with violet eyes sitting in the woman's lap.

"Lyker says he knows for sure our mom had all four elements, but it wasn't her who painted me in. One of his dads had a knack for art and he liked to draw, so he included me in all the family photos," she chokes out.

"It looks just like your dragon form, little wanderer," Draken says softly.

"Yeah. Yeah, it does. We're going to take a break from in here," she says quietly. Even in my mind, I hear the sniffles.

"We're out back. We found a greenhouse that has a ward around it as well," I tell her.

"We're coming now."

The back door of the cottage opens seconds later and Lyker comes out first. His shoulders have dropped, and he seems to be content now with whatever they discussed. When he moves out of the way, I catch Will's red, swollen eyes immediately, and the four of us are surrounding her in seconds.

"I'm okay. It's just been emotional, but these are happy tears," she swears.

"Did you both get some answers you needed, princess?" Corentin asks, tilting her chin up.

"We did. There are still plenty of things that are a mystery to me, but we were able to fill in some gaps for one another."

"Good," he says, not pushing her for any more answers right now.

"So another ward, huh?" she asks as we turn and join the others.

"Yeah. This was our greenhouse. Mom was fascinated with plants, herbs, flowers, you name it. If it's still in the same condition as it was when I last saw it, you all are in for quite a surprise," Lyker says excitedly. This is the first show of a more pleasant emotion since we've been out here, and it soothes the worry away from the rest of his Nexus as they all sense it.

He and Willow step up together, placing their hands to the creaky, old door. The ward instantly falls away at their touch and less than patiently, we all begin to pile in behind them.

Gasps fall from Willow, Oakly, and Aria as we take our first look around. This is not your ordinary greenhouse.

"My, my," Gaster murmurs, looking around the huge space.

"It didn't look this large on the outside. How does it just keep going?" Willow asks.

"It's an outer fabric pocket dimension, child. Rather than being built within the fabric of Elementra, it was built on top, utilizing the natural elements of the realm. So it doesn't disappear within the space, it's created on its surface, and the outside is an illusion to the true area it's taken up," Gaster explains as simply as he can.

I gaze around in awe.

The space is sectioned into four separate areas. Each area is flowing with vegetation specific to the certain territories they're native to. Not only that, but each section also seems to have their own climate control that's allowing the plants to thrive in this makeshift environment. I've always wanted to create a space like this, but it's incredibly difficult and it surely would've drained me dry if I'd tried before now.

Now, being bonded to my little warrior, I have no doubt the two of us could create a space like this for ourselves.

My excitement bleeds through the bond although I try to taper it, but she feels it, and she turns to me with a brilliant smile on her face. She wants and is willing to build us our own greenhouse just like this one with me. Gaster smiles at both of us, and I guess he's going to be assisting us as well. Granted, we'll probably need the old man's guidance.

"Can you smell that?" Nikoli asks Draken quietly.

"Dude, I smell everything. I'm surprised I'm not sneezing all over everything yet."

"No…" Nikoli trails off, with his nose in the air, walking around, hunting for the source of whatever the hell it is that has him acting like a bloodhound.

"Nikoli," Oakly says, cocking her head to the side, looking at him like he's losing his mind, but he ignores her.

His eyes widen when he catches onto whatever it is, and he takes off to the back of the greenhouse, all of us following closely behind him. When he reaches the end and pushes aside a drape that's hanging from the ceiling, he halts.

"Well, I'll be damned," he mumbles.

"What is it?" I ask.

Moving into the small cut-off section, he makes room for the rest of us so we can see what he's infatuated with, and a strong, roasted fragrance that has a touch of sweetness fills the small space.

Lining the back wall sit four small pots in a row, holding bright, luminescent, purple flowers. They aren't large, but their stems grow upward, bare of any thorns or leaves. Then the small bulbs of purple cascade over the top like small tree canopies.

"This is the Willy flower," Nikoli says eagerly.

"The what?" Lyker asks with a chuckle before he begins to laugh hysterically. We stare, shocked, and poor Willow, in her mind, believes he's finally cracked. "Oh, fuck, that was funny. I forgot for a second I couldn't pronounce them right," he says as his laughs taper off to quiet chuckles.

"What are you talking about?" Willow asks him.

It seems to take him a beat to realize none of us have any idea of what the hell he's talking about. "When I was a kid, I couldn't pronounce this flower's name right, so Willy stuck, and it became a joke once I was about six or seven and could actually say it."

Still, his answer leaves us confused.

"We were getting ready to search the realm for this flower because it's an ingredient in the Bane of Essence. There's only one mention of it in all the records San's read, and it's called the Willy Flower," I tell him.

Finally, his face falls more serious as he looks at the expressions we're wearing. Glancing at the flower, then at all of us, settling on Willow, he says, "I'm sorry. I thought you knew. This is a Willowrrie flower. Mom always said she'd name you after this."

"Do…do you know why?" Will stutters.

"Yeah." Lyker nods, smiling down at her. "Because it's strong, adaptable. It can survive any climate it's put in. The purpose of this flower is everything. Literally. There's nothing it can't do. You need it to heal, it'll heal. You need it to poison someone, it will. It's the freest of all flowers. That's what Willowrrie means. Freedom."

"You'll keep me updated on the plans for the forest, right? We're going with you," Lyker says as he grips my outstretched hand, pulling me in for a hug.

"If you insist. You know you don't have to subject yourself or your Nexus to the unnecessary risk of this mission or any mission anymore," I tell him truthfully.

After he dropped the bomb on what the flower is, he and Willow both seemed to just let go of any more worry or hesitation they each had. They're embracing this new discovery fully. Already acting as though they grew up together all their lives.

The weight that's lifted off her is visible. It seems another piece inside of her has clicked into place. So if keeping her this happy means letting Lyker volunteer for possibly deadly situations, I won't stop him.

"I do insist. Like it or not, you're not getting rid of me that easily. We're family now," he says with a smirk as Caspian grumbles beside us.

"I'll keep you updated then. Same goes for you. If there's something you need help with, you'll let us know. We are family now, after all," I say, crossing my arms and lifting a brow. It's an invitation for him to come out and say there's something going on in the pack.

"I've got it handled." He grunts quietly, shooting a look over at where Willow and Oakly are telling Aria bye.

"Let's hope so. She may be your sister, but she's already staked a claim on Aria as well. If something happens to her, she's going to rain hell fire down on this pack." Me and Caspian both laugh at his eye roll because he knows it's true. That's why he isn't saying anything about the situation.

"Yeah, yeah. Even being warned about her arrival, no one could've prepared me for the reality I'd have a sister, a little sister at that, who could potentially eat me if she wanted to."

Caspian and I start laughing at his expense, and I swear to fuck Draken has a sixth sense for when people are talking about death by consumption 'cause he bebops on over with a bloodthirsty smirk on his face.

"Who are we eating? My little wanderer hasn't gone full dragon on someone yet, and I can't wait to see it."

"What the fuck?" Lyker mumbles, shaking his head. "I'll see you all in a week or so. If you need me before then, call."

Walking off, still shaking his head disgustedly at Draken, he wraps Willow up in a hug, then tells everyone else bye. Gaster is going to accompany Ry and his Nexus back to the lab to create a safe space for the Willowrrie flower, and we're heading home. We have something planned for Will.

"Come on, Primary. Time to go," Caspian commands as Willow tries to go in for one more hug from Aria.

"Okay, okay. I'll see you soon," she says, perching herself in the middle of us while blowing kisses and waving bye.

"Ready?" I ask.

"Ready."

"As one, on me," I say.

"What are we doing here?" Will asks as we appear in the clearing where our treehouse is rather than the mansion.

Nodding over my shoulder at Caspian, he steps forward and from within his shadows, he pulls out one of the pots of Willowrrie flowers and hands it over to me. Willow watches my every move as I kneel at the base of our tree.

"Figured I'd teach you how to grow a plant. If you're up for it," I tell her with a challenging smirk.

I knew she wanted one of the four flowers when she saw them, but she didn't want to ask Lyker if that was okay, so I did it for her. He asked why she didn't say anything, and I told him the truth. She didn't feel like she had any right to ask for anything because she looks at this place as it's only his since it was his childhood home. He quickly corrected me and said it's theirs, and that he'd have a conversation about that with her the next time we're there.

Maybe I overstepped a little telling him the truth, but like it or not, our family's growing rapidly and to avoid issues, we're going to have to be able to communicate openly. There're too many of us not to now. It'll be constant stress and bickering if we don't.

"Is it different than we normally would grow something?" she asks, taking a spot next to me, gracing me with an excited smile.

"Yeah, a little bit. We want to grow this one for it to stay forever, not just for the moment like with our vines or dirt walls." Carefully removing the Willowrrie from its pot, I instruct Will to open a hole large enough to fit the flowers already prepared, soil and roots in.

"Now what?" she asks quietly as though if she talks too loud it'll mess something up.

"Here," I say, passing the flower over to her gently, "Close your eyes and concentrate. Focus on the feeling of their roots tickling your fingers. We're going to lower it into your hole, and I want you to use your element to connect the existing roots to the soil in the land. Think of it as you tying the two together in a knot," I instruct softly, holding both of her hands to help lead the flower down.

Her element glides underneath my palm in a sweet caress, and I pull my hands back so she can do it on her own. My element rebels and I hold it back from reaching out. Fuck if one simple touch from her can't send everything within me crazy.

"I think it's working. The roots are moving on their own," she says, grinning as she continues to hold her eyes closed, concentrating.

"Good. Once they stop, that means they're done connecting and you can pull your hands free."

After a few more seconds, she exhales and opens her bright silver eyes. I swear the sight of them takes my breath away. As the day has progressed, they've gotten happier, fuller, and right now they're stunning. I could fall into the depths of her soul if I stare into them long enough.

"Now what?"

"Now fill the hole back up with dirt. Caspian can give it a little water after that."

"Don't drown my new flower, Cas," she teases, causing him to snort.

"I believe I know how to properly water a flower, little Primary."

Still, she watches his every move. I don't think she truly believes he'll overwater her flower, but I can see her possessiveness over it already shining through. There're certain things of hers we all know better than to fuck with, and it looks like the flower just got added to this list.

"Why do you think they were in pots instead of the ground to begin with?" she asks.

"Lyker said they can be invasive if not pruned and taken care of properly. If I had to take a guess, little warrior, your mom probably planted them in pots so they wouldn't grow out everywhere. Who knows how far they would've spread without the ward. As powerful as they are, they're better kept a secret."

"So if we don't cut it back, it could cover this whole clearing?" she asks. The calculating look in her eye says she's contemplating letting that happen.

"Possibly, but we won't allow that to happen," I say, pulling her in for a quick kiss when she rolls her eyes playfully at me.

She bends forward to give the flower a sniff, closing her eyes blissfully for a small moment. As we stand, Caspian washes the dirt from our hands, then she stretches her arms above her head as a yawn escapes her.

"Worn out, little wanderer?" Draken asks, swooping her up and spinning her around.

"Yeah. I'm ready for a bath and to do absolutely nothing until we go to bed," she says, wrapping her arms and legs around him as he begins to walk toward the path leading to the house, but me, Caspian, and Corentin stay standing where we are. I know what's about to happen. Caspian's made it loud and clear in his mind, and I've already warned Corentin.

"Tsk tsk, dragon, not so fast. Bring the little Primary back." He sends out his shadows, wraps them around the two of them, and drags them back before Draken can bother listening.

"What's going on?" she asks when Draken sets her down.

"You're in trouble, princess. That's what's going on," Corentin says and the three of us cross our arms simultaneously and look at her.

Draken catches on rather quickly, and with a devilish smirk, he slowly scoots away from her back and comes to stand with us. You'd think with the four of us surrounding her like this, she'd be squirming in place, but she's not. I can sense her excitement thrumming in my chest, but the look in her eye screams a dare.

"You think the four of you get to gang up on me and punish me, when I didn't know the ward was going to throw me on my ass," she sasses, placing her hands on her hips.

"Yes," we all say.

"Huh." She cocks her head to the side, analyzing all of us before a sly grin crosses her perfect, sassy-ass mouth.

Faster than my eyes can track, she disappears. One second, she's in front of us, then the next, she's at least thirty feet away. She's wearing a triumphant smile on her face, proud that the gift she has that mimics Corentin's actually obeyed her.

"You'll have to catch me, assholes."

When she turns and takes off running, I throw my head back laughing, knowing this just got very interesting. Draken releases a deep, hungry purr, one she instantly responds to, and a predatory smile crosses his face. Both he and his dragon, apparently hers as well, are excited about the hunt.

Caspian's shadows crawl down his arms, covering the ground, and his smirk reminds me of teenage him. It's the same one he used to wear every time something didn't go to plan. It's the thrill of chaos in the air that gets him going. Will is the perfect sort of madness that feeds that side of him and I'm ecstatic to see it.

Corentin, always the one who's such a stickler for the rules and perfectly ironed outfits, is smiling like a kid in the candy store. I don't know if it was her just using his gift properly or what, but he slowly, meticulously takes off his jacket, throws it to the ground, and undoes his tie. Readying himself for the chase.

"Draken, no pleasure before her punishment. If you catch her, you restrain her until I get there. Caspian, cast your shadows and move through the darkness, cut her off. Tillman, head on. Trap her with your vines. I'll follow her if she moves through the light," he orders us, and we all grin.

"Game on, little warrior."

"It'll be me who wins this time."

One way or another, she'll be the victor of this little game, no doubt. But she'll have to win on our terms.

Like a well-oiled machine, me and my brothers move as one. We've attacked from this formation so many times, it's ingrained in our muscle memories by this point.

Caspian disappears through the shadows like smoke on the wind as Corentin flows into the light. Draken runs full tilt at a slant, preparing to come in on her side, and I charge ahead, casting my vines out to wrap around her limbs.

In a brilliant, last-minute move, she turns on her heels, facing me head-on, and spins out of the way of the shadows creeping beneath her feet. Simultaneously, she sends up an earth wall that blocks Draken, and her flames shoot out of her palm, incinerating my vines. Shooting herself into the sky on a current of her air, she leaps over Corentin, who pops right back into sight a foot from where she just was.

Over and over, she counters each of our moves with either a gift or her element. She's fucking breathtaking to watch and I can't help the pride blooming throughout my entire body. Although pride isn't the only feeling coursing through me. The lust she's sending each of us is a desirable distraction, and she's fully using it to her advantage.

The four of us take a turn shooting out an element or gift as we close in on her. The closer we draw to her, the faster her chest heaves with excited, anticipating breaths. Her eyes are hooded as a desire-drenched smile crosses her lips. She knows we're about to finish her. In more ways than one.

Finally, we attack all together. I disintegrate her clothes, stripping her bare before us, while Draken hits her with a purr that has a moan falling from her plump lips and her body withering from its command. All her elements come crashing down as she gives over to the sensation of Corentin's air whirling around her like a cyclone and Caspian quickly strings her arms behind her back with his shadows.

"Say we won, princess," Corentin commands, strolling toward her, rolling his sleeves up with each purposeful step he takes. She whimpers as he tilts her chin up, laying the barest of pecks to her lips.

"And if I don't?" she asks on a breathy moan that has my cock straining in my pants.

"If you don't, your punishment will be the delay in your pleasure. How many times do you think you can handle being brought to the edge of coming without actually getting the release?" He chuckles at her groan as he runs his fingers lightly down her nipples.

She doesn't respond and the challenge is clear in her eyes. She thinks she can hold out. I shake my head, laughing darkly when Corentin sinks his finger deep inside of her because a desperate moan falls from her lips. I can hear how soaking wet she already is. It's not going to take much.

Draken's spoiled her to fast and fearsome orgasms. That's his kink, though. Her pleasure brings on his own, so really, this may be a punishment to them both. Poor dragon will just have to be collateral damage for now.

A smack to her ass has her crying out and her back bows as she tries to press into Caspian. He allows her too, but there's no doubt it's only so he can tease her more.

"He asked you a question, Primary. Do you not have an answer, or do you just want to wait and see?"

"Please," she groans, leaning her head back to his chest as his shadows caress her nipples, circling them until they're hard peaks, begging to be put into someone's mouth.

"I don't think so. Begging isn't going to get you what you want. He told you what you had to say," Caspian says before he pulls away from her, causing her to groan in frustration.

"Maybe you need some motivation," Corentin says, lifting her body up on a ball of his air and rolling one of her nipples through his fingers. "Draken, spread our spoiled princess out."

He doesn't have to be told twice.

Dropping to his knees, he spreads both her legs apart, giving me the best fucking view of her dripping pussy, and dives in. Her cries ring out loudly across the clearing and it's music to my ears.

"Close already, little warrior. That was fast." I hum when I pick apart her mind, listening to all the things she hopes and wants us to do to her.

Draken takes that as his cue to back off, and she begs him not to stop, please give her everything she wants, but he restrains himself. It's a fucking battle. I know it is because I'm dying to sit her directly on my cock.

"Tillman," Corentin orders, nodding toward her.

I let a self-satisfied smirk cross my lips when her breath hitches as I approach. She knows I love this shit. I love making her wait for her pleasure because when she finally does explode, it's fucking mind-blowing. Realm fucking quaking.

Right when I approach her, I grab her around her waist and flip her over. I'm careful to catch her since Caspian still has her arms bound and I use that as an excuse to run my hands all over her creamy skin.

"You're making a mess, little warrior," I groan, running my fingers through her soaked pussy. "If you just say what Corentin told you too, he'll happily let you suck his dick like your mouth's watering to do. Or he can fuck you, and I'll take that blessing you're promising us all. You already know me, and the dragon can play nice together. We'll all take turns."

I taunt her, calling out every little sexy scenario she keeps playing in her mind. Caspian plays a role in each fantasy as well and he'd go fucking mad if he could hear what she wants him to do, but as badly as she wants him buried deep inside of her, neither of them would bond like this. Nor would we let them. They both deserve to devour one another alone.

Freeing my hard cock, I run it back and forth down her slit, teasing her as she continues to push back into me. Slipping it in just a little, I give her a few shallow thrusts, then pull all the way out and move away from her when she starts trembling.

"You won. Please, Tillman."

Her begging is fucking divine and I'm pretty sure we all were on the verge of snapping if she didn't give in, so I let a low laugh come up from the depths of my chest. "Say it out loud, Will. Corentin needs to hear it."

"Please. You all won. You won. Corentin," she cries out, withering with her need to explode.

"Good girl," he says, bending down to give her a quick and hungry kiss. "Give her what she wants, Draken."

"Tillman…"

"What is it, little warrior?"

"I…I want to suck your dick at the same time," she says in my mind shyly, but her tone is laced with desire, and I damn near come just from her words.

Corentin plays with her clit teasingly, strumming his fingers in slow circles, causing her mouth to open on a relieved moan, and I press the tip of my dick to her lips. She wastes no time sucking me down, humming at the taste of herself on my cock. She doesn't know what to think about it, but it's not deterring her in the slightest as she nearly chokes herself trying to take me deeper.

"Easy, princess. Work your way up to taking him that deep. Move his hand out of your way and get comfortable," Corentin instructs her softly and fuck, her obedience to him is almost my undoing.

Draken comes up behind her, rubbing down the curve of her ass, and she slows her movements to a tight suction while he gets situated and I swear it takes every bit of restraint I have not to spill down her hot throat.

"Fuck, she's strangling my dick. This greedy little pussy is petrified we're not going to give her what she needs." He hisses as he pushes in slowly.

As if she's truly fearful of that, she sends a purr through her bond to us that makes us fucking feral. Draken's got a punishing grip on her hips, slamming into her, and her mouth bobs on my dick in sync. It feels so damn good, I can't stop my hips from bucking in erratic pumps.

"Just like that, little warrior. Fuck, your mouth is so amazing. You have no idea how perfect you look choking on my cock."

When she cries out as her orgasm rips through her, the vibrations in her throat send me right over the edge. Fucking stars flash in front of my eyes, and I could slump to the ground in a damn puddle right now from the energy it just pulled from me.

Seconds later, Draken is crumbling to pieces too, his head tilted to the sky as he finishes deep inside her. She gets no reprieve, though, because the second he pulls out, Corentin has her flipped back over. With his hand gripping her ass cheeks, holding her up, he slams into her with one hard thrust.

"Eyes on me, princess," he commands.

Me and Draken move in from both sides, taking a nipple each into our mouths, and as I go to run my hand down her stomach to her clit, it's flicked out of the way.

"Naughty, naughty Primary," Caspian murmurs into her neck before laying kisses down her shoulder.

Her gasp is loud, desperate when she feels his hand, his bare hand, touch her pussy for the first time. Her bond swells so much in her chest, me, Corentin, and Draken groan, feeling the full effects of what she's experiencing right now.

"Cas, wait." She gulps.

Looking down, I see his shadows teasing her ass. I know for a fact none of us have brought up or even attempted to broach the subject of taking her there, but it looks like Caspian's about to.

"I've got you, Primary. I'd never do anything to your body that wouldn't bring you the utmost pleasure. Plus, I need to prepare you. Because when I take you, bond my soul to yours, I will have every part of you that I want," he swears and just as the words leave his lips, he pushes his shadows in.

Her head falls back to his shoulder, and she lets out a realm-shaking moan.

Corentin's hips pump even faster, keeping in sync with the cries of reckless pleasure falling from her mouth, and Caspian slowly pumps his shadows in and out of her ass.

How it's even possible after the mind-blowing orgasm I just had, I have no clue, but I'm harder than fucking stone. Willow's guttural moans are driving me wild, and I swear I'm seconds away from falling apart all over again.

"Eyes on him, Primary, like he commanded," Caspian orders, gripping Will by the jaw and turning her head back to Corentin.

"Come, princess. Come apart and bring us to our knees for you." Corentin grunts.

Like his word is law, she does just that.

Her pleasure ripples through the forest around us and her elements shoot out of her, surrounding us in a vortex of purple lava. The surge of power behind it is so strong, I do come again, and I fall to my knees.

We all do.

My chest feels like it's growing, expanding with everything she's feeling right now. From her unyielding pleasure to the love and devotion she feels for all of us. I feel it all. It has my gift and element pushing against my skin, begging to be free.

As the wave of pleasure and power begins to settle, she slumps in Corentin's arms. He catches her easily, sliding out of her and holding her close as her eyes fall shut immediately.

The four of us struggle to catch our breaths while we check to make sure she's okay and right ourselves. The shock and confusion are stark. It's written across our faces, but we're all fine, unharmed, and she's sleeping flat out blissfully in just a few seconds. Even though none of us are going to admit it, I'm almost a hundred percent positive she just made us all come.

"What the hell did our Primary just do?" Caspian whispers.

"Fuck if I know, but I thought I was going to faint. That was…" I trail off, collapsing on the ground.

"I don't think she knew that was going to happen either. She's out like a light," Corentin says, adjusting her in his grip so he can stand.

"You guys really don't know?" Draken says cockily, leaning down to kiss Will's cheek.

"Oh, and you do?" Caspian asks, arching a brow in disbelief.

"Yeah, I do. But I'll let you three figure it out on your own." He chuckles, beyond pleased he knows something we don't.

"You will tell—"

"Enough, Cas. Leave it be and just enjoy whatever it was. Let's get her to the house so she can sleep. She's not going to be all that happy when she wakes up tomorrow and finds out we have weeks of training to start," Corentin commands as he starts walking to the mansion with her cradled in his arms.

That sure as shit isn't the sweat she likes to work up.

I, on the other hand, am looking forward to putting her through it.

I'll reward her for doing a good job.