20. Twenty

"Wakey, wakey, time to get nakey," Draken singsongs in my ear, causing me to groan sleepily.

"Draken, that is not the way to wake me up if you want me naked," I grumble, shoving my face into the pillow.

"I was referring to you having to get in the shower if you want one before we go, but if that's what you're offering, sweetness, we can be late," he growls, flipping me over and covering me with his body.

"No, get the fuck off her. We have to get ready to go," Tillman orders and the weight of Draken's body lifts from me as he's shoved to the side, and I'm quickly lifted out of the bed.

I bury my face in Tillman's chest as he carries me into my bathroom. I'd really love to go back to sleep…after Draken gives me what he was just offering. I'm fucking tired. Mentally, physically, emotionally. These past few days have been a lot, full of ups and downs, and I just need a click to relax, regroup, then I'll be ready to enter the good fight again.

I haven't bothered to open my eyes yet, but the bright light shining into my bathroom pierces through my lids anyway as the smell of eucalyptus calms my pissy morning mood. It also helps that I'm snuggled up in my gorgeous giant's arms.

"Don't start referring to me as a giant, Will." Tillman snorts as he disintegrates my clothes and slowly lowers me into my tub. He's lucky he can just remake my wardrobe on command, or I'd be shitten with all the items he's destroying.

"It's been started. I referred to you in my mind as the gorgeous green-eyed giant my first night here."

"We're leaving in twenty. There're clothes on the sink and when you get out, Corentin will have your coffee ready," he tells me sweetly as he lays a gentle kiss on my lips, completely ignoring my foul mood, and leaves the bathroom.

I both feel and hear the guys from the various spots they are around the house. Well, I can hear Draken. He hasn't bothered to put his block up like the rest of them, and that's probably partially why I'm ill this morning. He's been thinking nonstop about what he wants to do, plans to do, and fantasizes about doing to me. I've heard it all, and it's had my body throbbing with need since yesterday. I guess I can't blame him completely. I could've blocked him out, but I enjoyed hearing his plans and the praise.

It's been an amazing distraction.

I slide my own block up, knowing Tillman could possibly come back in here worried if he realizes it, but I just need a minute to let my mind wander. I've been hyper-focused on thinking about anything and everything other than almost dying just a short few days ago. Tillman's and my bonding helped tremendously with my emotions, but I'm struggling, and I don't want to tell them.

They have so much on their plates right now that I don't want to break down. I want to be strong, act like it never happened, and soldier through all the shit we've got to do, but it's hard.

Giving myself just a moment to stew, I suck it all back up and pull myself together, washing quickly and putting coffee to the forefront of my mind to get myself out of this tub.

The beautiful, soft, jade-colored dress Tillman left for me on the counter is a long, short-sleeved maxi with a fitted waist and V-cut neckline that shows just enough to tease them, and I smile at myself in the mirror, knowing I'm about to get some yummy looks thrown my way. And my dragon purrs in my chest the moment I step out of the bathroom and Draken's eyes eat me up.

"He's such a cockblock. Then goes and dresses you up in his favorite color. Selfish asshole." Draken purrs in return, prowling toward me like the predator he is.

"No time for that, dragon. Stop looking at her like that. We have to go," Caspian commands as he steps up behind me, wrapping me in his shadows and scaring the shit out of me. I hear Draken's growl as we disappear in the darkness, the noise following me all the way to the back lawn where the other two are waiting.

"Told you two not to leave him responsible for getting her. He was damn near about to maul her. What were you thinking dressing her in this at dawn?" Caspian snarls at Corentin and Tillman, but neither is paying him any mind whatsoever. It's a good question, though. Not that my dress is anything crazy or overly revealing, but something about my V-cut clothes drives them mad.

"You look beautiful, baby," Corentin murmurs in my hair as he pulls me out of his brother's arms. Making me blush, just as Draken busts out the door like an angry…well, dragon.

"Why the fuck do you all keep taking my little wanderer from me?" He snarls, honestly pissed. Extracting myself from Corentin, I go straight to him and stand in his line of sight, taking his attention off his brothers.

"Hey, you. It's okay," I whisper gently, cupping his cheek.

"Sorry. It's just a fuck ton has happened in the last few days. I've barely been able to keep him in check since you got…" He swallows, fighting back his eyes from their shifted form.

"I know. I'm feeling it too," I say softly, just for him to hear. We both can't fall apart right now.

"When we get home today, we'll go for a flight. Maybe if the others aren't too scared, they'll come up with us," I suggest. Honestly, it'll probably help with my mood too. My dragon doesn't demand to shift like Draken's, but now that I've said something about it, she's all ears.

"I don't see any of their asses taking to the sky." He snorts. I smile as his eyes soften and I feel the rage simmering out through the bond.

"Come on, the faster we start our day, the faster we get home." I try to reason, even though I know that's bullshit. It's going to be a long day.

As soon as we pop into the training gym, there's a buzz of activity already happening, and I grumble under my breath about how everyone can be so energetic this damn early. I've yet to have my coffee and I'm still just as sleepy as I was when I woke up.

"Tell the others bye, princess, the two of us aren't staying here," Corentin orders.

"We're not?" I ask.

"No." That's all he gives me and with that stupid blank mask on. I can't read his features to tell what he's up to and all I can sense down his bond is amusement. Listening, rather than prying deeper, I give Draken and Tillman a hug and a quick kiss, then mosey my way over to Caspian.

"Be good, Primary. I'll be back to check on you later," he lightly warns, but his playful smirk tells me he hopes I don't listen.

"Will you make yourself known when you check on me?" I ask.

"Maybe," he infuriatingly answers.

My mouth slightly parts as he runs a shadow across my bottom lip, and I unconsciously drift forward. His dark chuckle surprises me and my eyes fly open to see I'm pressing my body up against his. He leans forward, kissing the corner of my mouth, and I have to bite my cheek to stop myself from turning into his lips.

"Later, Primary," he whispers before disappearing into the shadows.

Tease.

"Where are we going? I'm not going to help with interrogations?" I ask Corentin the moment I'm in his arms.

"Not today. Tomorrow, we're all going. But today, I've got stuff I need to figure out here, so you're staying behind," he answers vaguely.

Blowing one more kiss and a wave to Tillman and Draken, I decide to keep my mouth shut and I guess just let him whisk me away to his office. The sun's barely up, so I don't have any motivation to make any decisions.

We step out of the transport right on the front steps of a house I've never seen, but looking behind me, I see the administration building. Actually, I can pick out Corentin's window from here. I turn to ask him where we are when the door swings open, revealing a very cheery Oakly, who's still in comfy pajamas.

"Welcome to my home," she exclaims, wrapping her arms around me.

"I thought we were going to your office?" I ask Corentin over my shoulder dumbfoundedly.

"I am, but I thought you could use some girl time," he tells me, smiling.

"Really?" I ask in a shocked whisper.

"I knew you needed it, princess. Spend the morning here away from, well, everything, then I'll come get you later," he tells me, and I extract myself from Oakly, throwing my arms around his neck.

He doesn't waste a second lifting me off my feet and hitting me with a blistering kiss. This is what I both adore and what concerns me the most about Corentin; he's always so fine-tuned into everyone else's needs, he forgets his own.

"You're amazing, you know that? And I'm so thankful for you," I whisper against his lips. I can tell he doesn't know what to say, so instead, he just smiles, giving me one more peck as he sets me down and turns me back to Oakly.

"Be good and don't give Jamie too much trouble. I'll see you soon," he says as he transports out.

"Come on. Jamie's made breakfast and coffee. Then I'll give you a tour," Oakly cheers excitedly, pulling me in her front door.

The coffee aroma fills my senses as we step into the entryway, and I honestly could find my way to the kitchen without Oakly if I just followed that scent. I know her laugh is directed at me as I stick my nose in the air and sniff like a damn bloodhound.

"Don't laugh at me. They dragged me out of bed, promised coffee, then never delivered," I playfully scold.

"Well, I got you, babe. Your cup is already waiting for you at the table," she promises.

"My heart," I tease, fluttering my lashes at her. "So were you in on this surprise girl time as well?"

"Nope. I was pulled out of bed before the sun as well, but Jamie spilled the beans because they were all about to get the wrath of my morning temper." She smirks. I snort at her evil grin as we turn the corner into the kitchen.

My eyes widen as I take in Jamie and a loud laugh bursts out of me. Standing at the island, flipping what appears to be pancakes, Jamie's wearing a tall chef's hat and a bright-ass hot pink apron that reads "Made of Sugar and Spice." I can't stop the laughs and I bend over, clutching my stomach, Oakly latching on to me for balance as she joins in.

"Hey! Don't laugh at the hands that are getting ready to feed you," Jamie fusses, pointing his spatula at us, which just causes us to laugh harder. It only takes him a second to crack and he gives in.

"Enough, enough. Go sit down and breakfast will be ready in a minute," he orders once he composes himself.

My bond swells with love and appreciation for Corentin as I wipe my tears away with my finger, small chuckles still coming out of me. Within the few minutes I've been here, my racing mind has calmed, and my heavy heart has lightened. I did need this, and he knew it.

It's not that the guys don't give me this, they do, but the responsibilities follow them just as much as me. And Corentin knew I just needed a small escape to my best friend's to get away from it all for a short time.

This afternoon, we'll have our escape. Like it or not, they're going to fly.

Me and Oakly clap and cheer as Jamie fills the breakfast table with an assortment of food, a kettle of coffee, and all the fixings. With a dramatic bow, he gives Oakly a kiss, then leaves us to it.

"Okay, I've let you sip some coffee and there's food galore. Spill," Oakly demands the moment I finish chewing this sweet and delicious bite of pancake.

"And what is it you'd like me to spill?" I ask, faking confusion. I know what she wants to know.

"Don't give me that. What happened yesterday and what's going on that Corentin, Corentin of all the men in your Nexus, planned a girl's morning?" she asks.

I finish my chewing, swallowing hard. Then I let it all fall out.

"Well, apparently, I absorb or mimic—fuck, Oakly, I don't know what I'm doing honestly, but I'm doing something, and after I bond, I seem to wake up with a new gift. Yesterday, when we walked into the gym, my mind transference gift emerged," I say in a ramble of words.

"Wait, so that means you and Tillman…but how is—"

I cut her off with my hand.

"I've been mimicking yours and Gaster's gifts as well since our bonds snapped in place. I just didn't realize that's what was happening. I think Corentin planned this morning for us because he knows I'm freaking out and need some time to come to terms with it. The reality of all the responsibilities and what I've been, I guess destined to accomplish is weighing on me, and I'm just going with the flow instead of freaking the fuck out like I want to because I don't want to disappoint anyone. I have five gifts, I was stabbed and almost died, Draken almost died, Tillman could've died, I'm supposed to save this realm, and I just feel fucking lost and confused."

I take a deep breath. The taste of salt coats my tongue from the tears I didn't even realize were falling down my cheeks. I guess I really did need to talk about this. I know I could talk to the guys, but I also know that instead of being understanding and just listening, they'd baby me and try to figure out a way to keep me out of it all. But that's not the reality, nor is it really a possibility.

"Do you want my advice, for me to just listen, or both?" she asks softly, reaching out and squeezing my hand.

"To listen…tell me what to do…okay, maybe both," I say rapidly, changing my mind in split seconds. She snorts, shakes her head, and holds back a laugh.

"First of all, super stoked about you and Tillman. Maybe now, he won't be such a damn dictator in class," she picks, making me laugh through my tears.

"It was amazing. And he gave me this." I sniffle, reaching my arm out to show her my bracelet.

"It's so beautiful. Damn, he did good," she squeals.

"He felt really guilty about what happened. They all did, but he took it extremely hard. First, I think he blamed himself, then I think he was fearful it may happen again. I'm fearful of what's to come too," I admit quietly.

"Willow, I can't imagine what you feel right now, but I do know you're the strongest person I've ever met in my life. But just because you're a strong, badass bitch, doesn't mean you have to be strong all the time. Fuck, you've been doing it your whole life. You have a whole slew of people here now, ready and willing to back you, teach you, stand with you, and just be here for you. You're not alone, and everyone completely understands this is a ton of responsibility, and we want to help take the burden off you.

"We want to help you save the realm. None of us think it's only your responsibility. You don't have to keep these things to yourself from fear of disappointing anyone. No one will be disappointed if you're feeling these things. Fuck, I'd be more concerned if you weren't. I swear it too you," she says firmly, forcing me to listen and accept her words. And it helps a lot.

"I know that in my heart. It's my head that likes to argue with me."

"I think it's instinctual for you to argue," she jokes and it's exactly what I needed.

"That may be true… I'm going to ask Gaster to help me learn how to control his gift. Will you help me with yours?" I ask tentatively.

I do accept and acknowledge everything she just said to me, but it's still hard for me to ask for things because in the back of my mind, I continue to look at my lack of knowledge as a weakness and myself as a burden. It's something I'm going to have to work on putting to the side so I can learn and grow.

"Hell yeah, I will. But not this morning. This morning, we're going to enjoy our time with no missions, no responsibilities, and no men. Aside from Jamie, who's lurking right around the corner," she says loudly, letting him know she knows he's there eavesdropping.

"I'm not lurking. I felt you get upset through the bond and just wanted to check on you," he yells back through the wall.

"Fucking bonds," me and Oakly say at the same time. Pulling each other into a hug, we laugh and dry our faces, then pour another cup of coffee and jump right into gossiping.

This is the beauty of having a best friend built into your soul. One minute you can have a very serious heart-to-heart, the next it's sex, men, and foods that would and wouldn't go well with sex and men.

"Time to show you around," Oakly announces excitedly after we finish off our third cup of coffee.

Jumping up and dragging me along, I giggle as she puts on a show, pointing out every little detail of her home. She reminds me of a very enthusiastic real estate agent showing off a grand mansion in an open house.

Their house is the biggest on the academy grounds, which makes sense because it was intended for the Headmaster's Nexus. It's a huge five-bedroom, five-bath, with a living room, kitchen, and two lounges. It'd probably come off crazy to me if I were still in the nonmagical realm to see that every house is massive in size, but when you have the power of the elements at your fingertips and four to five people always living together, it makes sense to build what you want and what you're going to use.

I have no clue what the house looked like prior to now, but as she shows off the large living room, I can see her taste all over this place. The large sectional couch is covered in blankets and pillows, all bright with colors that pop off the black leather. You'd think that spectrum of colors would clash, but somehow, they match perfectly.

The bookshelves that sit on both sides of a never-ending fireplace are full, a mixture of all their preferred genres, but it's obvious these books are focused more so on her, Jamie, and San. I know Nikoli and Ry couldn't care less about reading and the next room is clearly dedicated to them because it's a full-blown man cave with a mini gym inside.

She was most thrilled about showing me her bedroom and I die laughing as she Superman dives on her Nexus bed. I love the fact that the name I deemed these massive beds stuck because despite the argument from the guys, beds are never normally this big.

For hours, we sit around her room, going through all her new clothes, shoes, and she shows off all the cute little knick-knacks the guys have made or got for her. It's so fucking cute to see her go all doe eyes when she talks about them, and it makes my chest tight thinking about my guys.

"If it's okay with the two of you, I'm going to have lunch with Corentin," I say when Jamie plops down on the couch beside Oakly and asks what we want to eat.

"Starting to miss those men of yours, huh?" Oakly asks with a knowing smirk.

"Yes. I'm honestly surprised I made it this long without one of them," I state truthfully.

"We'll walk you to the admin offices. Corentin will have my neck if you walk over there alone," Jamie declares, pulling Oakly off the couch with him. I snort because it's funny, but it's very much true. Hell, I'm lucky he really hasn't enforced the whole me not being allowed to shower alone threat.

It takes us less than five minutes to get from their house to the admin building door and the entire walk I continued to look up at his window, giddy with excitement to surprise him and see him.

Damn, I got it so bad.

"Do you want us to walk you up?" Oakly asks as we step into the foyer.

"No, I'm fine from here. Thank you for a wonderful morning. I needed it," I tell her, giving her a tight hug. She really did work wonders for my mood today. I feel like a new woman.

"Fuck, me too. We're going to schedule these weekly. Message me when you get home or if you want to come back over," she declares, blowing me a kiss bye.

Turning on my heel, giggling, I rush my way up the stairs, ready to see the surprise on his face when he sees me bust through his door. My footsteps stall as I come down his hall and see his door cracked. His angry voice filters through to my ears, followed by a very seductive feminine one.

"I said that's all. You can go," Corentin orders.

"Are you sure there's nothing else I can do for you?" the female purrs. Coming up to the door, I slightly push it open more and my dragon forces her way to the surface when I see the woman attempting to lean over Corentin.

"I'm not going to tell you that's all again. Go," he commands, standing from his desk, causing her to step back.

"Come on, Headmaster, I can do far more for you than paperwork." The bitch hums, raising her hand as if she's about to touch what's mine.

Possessiveness like I've never experienced before burns through my body like molten lava. My eyes fully shift, and I have to wrestle my dragon back forcefully. The only reason she relents is because my intentions of getting this woman away from Corentin is clearly ringing through every cell in my body.

"Unless you want to lose that hand, I'd think twice before you touch him," I growl, pushing the door open forcefully enough that it slams into the wall with a deafening thud.

"Um, excuse me, students aren't allowed to see the Headmaster without an appointment. You need to leave, and I'll be with you in a few minutes to set up a time." She attempts to order, motioning me away with a flick of her wrist. A deep, threatening growl travels up my throat and I'm seconds away from losing my shit.

"Princess," Corentin warns, but I don't take my eyes off the bitch attempting to scoot closer to him.

"If you move one more inch closer to a member of my Nexus, I'm going to rip your throat out," I say deadly low, very fucking serious.

The woman bounces her gaze from me to Corentin, her hands flying to her neck like she's clutching her pearls, but he pays her no mind as his heated whiskey eyes stay locked on me. I can't tell if the heat is desire or if it's because he's mad and plans on interfering if I do try to murder her.

Once she finally gets the picture that he's not going to correct me or even pay her any attention, she stomps out the room with a huff and I slam the door behind her.

The anger and possessive need to take what's mine floods my senses and I move faster than I even knew possible. The moment I'm in front of him, I slice my claw straight down the front of his shirt, ripping it open, exposing his fucking flawless, smooth olive skin.

Needing to touch his body, I consume the sight of his chest and eight-pack of perfection as my hands travel from his neck to the waistband of his pants. I still my movements when he pinches my chin and forces my eyes up to his.

"What do you need, princess?" he asks sweetly, but it's strained, dark as his desire for me bleeds through his eyes.

I don't answer him. Instead, I lower myself to my knees in front of him. I need him to come undone because of me. I need to make him lose control for me.

Unhooking his belt slowly, I never let my eyes leave his until I get his button undone and his zipper pulled down. His cock is rock hard, straining against the fabric of his boxers. It's only then I come to the realization I have no fucking clue what I'm doing.

"Corentin… I've never…" I admit, looking back up at him. The feral groan that leaves his chest has my pussy throbbing and I bite back a moan.

"You don't have to do anything, baby," he tells me and I see the truth shining back at me. I could get off my knees right now and he'd be okay with that. But that's not what I want.

His cock springs free as I pull his boxers down and a hiss falls from his lips as I wrap my hand around it. Well, it's barely wrapped around it. It should be no surprise to me that his dick is easily two handfuls, but it does, and the weight of it in my hand has my mouth watering and nervousness creeping up my throat.

Slowly pumping my hand back and forth, goose bumps break out across my skin when he moans low. The sound pushes me to lean forward and lick the bead of precum off the tip. I expected it to taste salty—that's what I've always heard, well, read—but no, of course not my Corentin. He tastes like he smells, a sweet fucking dessert.

Casting my eyes back up to him, the look of pure fucking lust and bliss is the last encouragement I need. Taking him in my mouth, I swirl my tongue around the head of his dick, then try to take all of him at once, gagging as he hits the back of my throat.

"Easy, baby. Put your hand back where it was and stroke back and forth. Just take a little at a time. You need to work your way up to taking my whole cock," he instructs gently, cupping my cheek.

Doing as he says, I pull back slightly and wrap my hand back around his base, stroking slowly as my mouth finds a steady rhythm. The more sounds that fall from his mouth, the more confident I grow, and I pick up speed, taking him deeper.

"Fuck…that's it, princess. Fuck, you feel so good," he slurs hungrily through his gritted teeth, causing a hum in the back of my throat to vibrate through him and me.

I've never felt as powerful in my life as I do in this moment. It doesn't matter if I have a hundred gifts living inside of me. Seeing the burning passion in Corentin's eyes as he watches me suck his dick, knowing his pleasure is in my hands, is more power than any gift could ever give me.

"You can take more of me princess. Relax your throat for me."

Breathing in and out through my nose, as best as I can, I take him as far as I can to the back of my throat, bobbing back and forth as tears spring to my eyes. I'm soaking wet and so fucking turned on.

"That's it, baby, swallow my cock. All of it," he orders gruffly. There's no way I can take all of him in my mouth, but fuck if I don't try.

Every moan that falls out of his mouth has a hum falling from mine. This last rumble tumbling from his chest is the sound of his control snapping and he runs his fingers through my hair, gripping it gently as his hips buck, forcing his dick even deeper.

"Willow," he warns, but I grip him tighter, not letting him pull out.

I dig my nails into his hips and hold on as his movements grow erratic, faster, deeper. I can feel him swelling as he continues to fuck my throat and I know he's about to come, and I'm about to drink him down.

Flattening my tongue to the bottom of his shaft, I suck hard, once, twice, meeting him in sync with his thrust and he comes with a loud moan of my name, holding my head in place as his hot, sweet release slides down my throat. And I suck him dry.

"Good girl. Get every drop." He praises as I pull back and lick the last bead of cum dripping from him.

I don't get a second to catch my breath as I'm lifted off my knees, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he captures me in a raw, hungry, possessive kiss.

"You're mine," I mumble against his lips as he pulls back.

"All yours and only yours. Now I'm going to take care of you," he declares as he strolls over to his desk, slinging everything off with a current of his air. Setting me on the edge, in one swift move, he pulls my dress over my head.

"I don't think she deserves that pleasure without her punishment first, brother." Caspian's darkened eyes eat up the sight of me sitting here in my bra and underwear as he steps out of the shadows.

"What are you doing here?" I ask breathlessly as he prowls toward us.

"Checking on you. Glad I got here when I did. Naughty little Primary was about to work her way out of punishment." His deep voice is laced with a dark promise that causes another flood of arousal to drip out of me. At this point, my panties are pointless.

"Hmmm, she did do a very, very good job of distracting me, brother. It's a good thing you got here when you did," Corentin agrees as they surround me like a pack of hungry wolves preparing to pounce.

"What are you going to do?" I ask, both nervously and huskily.

Caspian doesn't bother to answer me as he lifts me back off the desk and spins me around. Simultaneously, he unhooks my bra, sliding it down my shoulders as Corentin pulls my drenched underwear down my legs, lifting my feet one at a time to step out.

The cool touch to my back sends shivers down my body and causes my already painfully hard nipples to strain more. Caspian's hand continues to glide the upper half of my body down, bending me over until my chest presses against the cold wooden desk.

His large body follows me down, his front firmly to my back, and I feel how hard he is, how turned on he is by either this or whatever he watched from the shadows.

"We're going to paint this perfect ass pink just like he told you would happen, little Primary," he whispers in my ear. My sharp gasp causes both of them to chuckle darkly.

Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought I'd get this turned on by the promise of being spanked, but their gazes reassure me this won't be painful at all, the complete opposite, and with the lust pouring off of them, my bond sucks it up like a sponge and I'm shaking with need and anticipation.

As Caspian stands back up, I can't help but push back against him, and a savage groan falls from his lips as his shadows caress the curve of my ass.

Even though it's not his skin touching me, but his shadows, this is the first time he's ever been this intimate with me. I'm so torn between begging for more or taking what he's willing to give so I don't push him too far.

I want him to touch me like this always, freely, however he pleases, and I want to do the same to him.

"How many, brother?" Caspian asks.

"Five. One for each of us, and an extra to remind her to never pull some shit like that again," Corentin declares, now rubbing his hand down my ass.

I suck in my breath and hold it as he pulls his hand back. I want badly to look over my shoulder to see which one's doing what, but I know that will stop their little tag team game they're playing with me right now, so I force myself to stay still and grip the desk tighter.

A surprised cry leaves my lips as the first hand cracks down on my ass, the sting both burning and freezing, and my body becomes statue still when I realize the touch was Caspian's not Corentin's like I expected.

"Are you okay, princess?" Corentin asks softly. I nod, too flustered to speak aloud.

"Your words, Primary. We need to know you're okay," Caspian orders.

"I'm perfect. More," I both command and plead, pushing my ass back in invitation.

The next smack comes seconds later. My cry this time is one of pleasure instead of surprise. My whole body's feverish and trembling with built-up need. A war rages inside of me that wants to both relish this experience but also drive them to give me what I need now.

"How's she doing, Core?" Caspian asks lightly, the enjoyment of having me at his mercy evident in his tone.

I lean my forehead against the desk and moan as Corentin's finger traces down the crack of my ass to my pussy, spreading my wetness around my clit in teasing circles before plunging his finger deep inside of me. As soon as I push back for more, he stills his finger, silently commanding me to stop.

"Fucking soaked. It seems the princess is enjoying her punishment," Corentin says gruffly.

Fuck, if this is their punishment, I swear to be bad every day for the rest of our lives.

"I'm not sure it's just the punishment. Tell us, Primary, is that mess you're making from being spanked or how beautifully you choked on Corentin's cock?" I wither and moan loudly from Caspian's dirty words. There's no hiding anything from him, them; they see right through me.

"Both."

The words barely leave my lips when they both hum, both spanking me at the same time. Corentin pulls his finger out of me and rubs the sting away, leaving a trail of wetness everywhere his hand caresses.

One to go. Then I get my sweet release.

Suddenly, Caspian's touch spreads through my body as he lifts me off the desk, Corentin taking up the spot I just was but lying flat on his back. I don't even have the opportunity to protest or voice my insecurities as Caspian sits me right down on his brother's face. Any objection I have flees my mind the second Corentin's tongue attacks my pussy with abandon and his hand comes around my thigh, sinking two fingers inside of me.

"Ride his face, Primary. Take what's yours," Caspian growls as his shadows continue to explore every other inch of my body.

My hips follow his command without so much as a thought and pleasure thrums through my throbbing clit as I grind against the heated pad of Corentin's tongue.

Pressure building in my lower belly has me falling forward, my hands flattening on the desk as Corentin's hands take over, forcing my hips back and forth. Just as the heat begins spreading down my legs, an icy slap is laid on my ass, sending me barreling right over the edge, screaming their names. The power behind my orgasm is so strong, I can't contain the quivers wracking my body and the small whimpers falling from my lips.

My limbs are so heavy, I can barely hold myself up. Reaching my arms out to Caspian, he lifts me off his brother and cuddles me closely, cleaning my mess up with his element. Moving over to the couch, he gently sets my naked body in Corentin's lap.

"You did so good, little Primary," he whispers against my lips, laying his softly against mine for only a blissful second, then he disappears into the shadows.

If I wasn't being lulled to sleep by Corentin's masterful fingers that are slowly rubbing my back, I'd push my luck and demand he stay and hold me, but my fight drains out as my eyes close, and I drift to sleep.