25. Twenty-Five

"What do you want to do with the rest of the day, little wanderer?" I ask as we get back to the house from Rebel Castle.

After Corentin and Caspian left to go to the palace, I held Willow in my lap for as long as I could until Tillman demanded I get up and come help. So I was forced to move and burn dead bodies, while my little wanderer spent some time with her girlfriends.

Needless to say, I was jealous, and my dragon was on edge. The fearful scream she let out during her vision has had him on high alert ever since and he didn't want to leave her.

The remaining shifters that need to be interrogated are the pups on the bottom of the totem pole and they bear no marks so fortunately for them, they didn't die today. It won't take much to get answers out of them. Not that I really think it would've mattered to start with. They've been blubbering messes since they got there.

"Got any cool tricks you want to show me with your fire element?" she asks with a cheeky little grin on her face.

"You two burning down the house is not on the agenda today," Tillman picks.

"No one's burning the house down, but we can definitely find some shit to set on fire." I smile.

They look at me with very differing expressions. My kitten is intrigued, while Tillman seems a little worried and I can't help but laugh at him.

Transporting up to his room before he has a chance to read my thoughts, I rummage through his closet, hunting for an E.F. uniform. I know his ass has one here. He's always prepared for shit to pop off.

And I was fucking right. He's got ten.

Racing back to the lawn where I left them, I growl low when I find Willow wrapped around Tillman, their lips locked together. Sweet little sounds come out of her as he holds her up by her ass with one hand, his other tangling in her hair. She can't help but rock that curvy little body against him.

Lucky bastard.

"Should we move this upstairs instead?" I tease. Not really, we can definitely go upstairs.

Willow breaks the kiss with a breathy little giggle and slides down his body slowly, turning to me with red swollen lips and a flushed face.

Fuck me.

"Whatcha got there?" she asks.

They had me so distracted, I forget what I was even planning for a second.

"Let's see if your fire can burn through an E.F. uniform, kitten," I say, slipping the vest over my head.

"I'm not going to try to burn through that with you wearing it," she screeches, looking at me like I've lost my mind.

"It'll be fine," I reassure her.

"Absolutely not. Put it on the ground or get a manikin or something. Plus, I doubt my element will even attempt it with you wearing it," she argues.

Huh, she's probably right. Didn't think about that.

"Here," Tillman orders, holding his hand out for it.

Passing it to him, he moves his hands around, shaping out a damn six-foot-four manikin. By the time he's done, the creepy-ass thing is the exact same shape as me.

"All right, little wanderer, so when I use only my element, it won't burn the uniform." I show her, holding my finger up to the vest like a match. The red flame fizzes out, leaving no damage behind, not even a sear. "But when I call forth my dragon—"

Blue fire shoots from my fingertip and a big-ass hole burns its way straight through the uniform and into the manikin. Far faster and far hotter than I thought it'd be. The sizzle of material melting away fills the space, and I quickly call it back before the whole thing catches fire and Tillman has to make a new one.

My dragon's fire used to be red like my element, but since we bonded, it's stayed cobalt blue just like my eyes. And apparently, it's got a fuck ton of kick to it.

"Damn, Draken, it burned through way faster than it used to," Tillman says, walking over and examining the uniform.

"Yeah, I didn't expect that. I was a little distracted in Terravile when I used it, so I guess I didn't notice. I haven't had to use it other than then."

"What do you mean? It didn't always burn like that?" Willow asks, coming to look at the ruined uniform with Tillman.

"No. It was a slower process. It'd take a few seconds to burn through the layers, never just straight through," I admit.

"Well, let's see yours, Will. I'm sure it's about to do the same thing," Tillman instructs.

Her element is like mine where it's red when she doesn't call forth her dragon, but when she does, those purple flames flare brighter than the stone around her neck.

I fucking hate thinking back to that day, but when she lit that asshole up who threw the dagger, her flames consumed him in seconds. He was ash before Lyker even lowered her body to the ground.

Shaking off the memory, I give her a little nudge to get her going since she's just staring at the thing like she's afraid to hurt it.

"Just put your hand on the chest part, sweetness. It's a manikin and a uniform, you won't hurt anything of value."

"All right, fine, but if something else catches on fire, it's not my fault," she sasses, making us chuckle.

Tentatively, she lays her hand on the manikin's chest and takes a deep breath. On her exhale, purple flames cover her fingertips and the entire uniform and manikin incinerate, leaving a small fire in the grass, burning at her feet.

"Shit, shit," she shrieks, frantically calling her flames back to her.

"Fuck," I murmur in awe. She's amazing.

"Damn, Will, what did that poor thing do to you?" Tillman teases, earning himself a snarky little side-eye.

"I just thought about burning through the uniform. I didn't think the whole thing would burn to ash," she says, throwing her hands up.

"We might need to work on the power you're putting behind it, sweetness. Even though, if you're in a situation where you're using your dragon's fire rather than your element, it needs to be with the intent to hurt something or someone. But I can teach you how to pull it back," I reassure her.

I never use my dragon's fire unless we're on a mission and in the middle of a brawl. My element is powerful enough to use in that pointless-ass class they still have me in and any other situation. But when we're fighting Mastery bitches, yeah, they get the dragon's flames.

So if she's going to use her dragon, I'd rather she burn shit to a crisp to be on the safe side, but learning how to control it better is always a helpful skill.

Plus, this gives me an excuse to teach her something and be all up on her.

As I talk her through how to pull back some of the power she's putting behind her fire, Tillman sets off, making a slew of those weird-looking things. In all, he makes twenty. We won't waste any uniforms because we know she can burn through them now, quite easily.

After setting them all in a line, spread across the back lawn, we start at the end and make our way down.

The first three burst right into flames, turning to nothing but ash on the wind at her command. I earn myself a stern, unappreciative look for my chuckling, but I can't help how fucking cute she looks when she's mad, stomping her feet.

"Fuck. Walk me through it again, please." She pouts, crossing her arms and turning to me.

I pivot her body back toward the manikin and uncross her arms for her. A low growl bubbles up in my throat when she starts squirming against me where my front is plastered to her back.

Fuck, it's hard to teach her when she's such a distraction.

"Stop that. Listen," I growl in her ear.

I'd love nothing more than for her to continue doing just that, but I'm trying to be helpful and teach. And I can't do that with a hard dick and horny thoughts. Her body suppresses a shiver that wants to escape, and I smirk behind her head, satisfied that I affect her as much as she affects me.

"We already know you can burn through it, so shift your intention from burning the whole thing to burning a spot. Focus on the chest and picture burning a hole straight through the heart," I instruct.

I stay pressed to her back as she raises her hand and nods.

At her command, her flames shoot from her palm, leaving a massive hole through the entirety of the chest and stomach area of the manikin. It splits in half, falling to pieces, but not burning to ash.

"Better, sweetness," I praise, moving us to the next.

For the remainder of the afternoon, we slowly make our way through the line of manikins. Her control improving with every try. By the time we reach the final manikin, I can point to a spot, and she can sear a hole through them as small or as large as I tell her to make it.

She's a fucking badass.

"That's enough for this afternoon, little warrior. Let's get some dinner," Tillman says. With a flick of his hand, the mess of the manikins around the back lawn is cleaned up and the singed grass is back to green.

As soon as we step into the lounge, no longer distracted or busy, I feel her longing trickle in through the bond.

My little wanderer misses her other men.

"She's almost done with her bath," I tell Tillman, throwing my drink back and standing from the couch in the lounge.

"Do you spend every second checking on her through your bond?" he asks, arching a brow at me.

"Do you spend every second reading her thoughts?" I shoot back.

His eye roll is answer enough. I'm not the only one who constantly needs to check on her. I can't help it, nor do I plan to stop. I'll do whatever I can do to always know how she's feeling, and I'll do whatever I can to make her feel better when she isn't happy.

Making our way down the hall to her room, I kick my shoes off and peel my shirt off, plopping into my spot on her bed as soon as I enter. Since dinner, I've felt her gloominess sinking in and despite the little giggles and smiles she shot my way, I wasn't able to eradicate the mood she was getting into.

But I know what will.

"She's hating the fact they aren't going to be home tonight," Tillman says low as he lies in his spot, leaving a gap between us for her to crawl into.

"Yeah, I know, I can feel it. I don't know if you'll ever be able to go on a mission again," I tell him.

"I've worried about that. I can't just stop doing my job, but I'm also not going to leave her when she needs me. We'll have to figure out a way for us all to go when a mission comes up or she'll just have to come with me," he says, earning himself a growl from me.

I don't fucking think so.

"Not without me," I grumble low just as the bathroom door opens.

My sweetness steps out wearing a shirt, my shirt, that hangs down to her mid-thighs, hair pulled to the top of her head, wild and messy. She looks fucking gorgeous. And fucking delicious.

"You two look comfortable." She teases, shooting us a saucy little smirk as she pushes from the bathroom door.

She holds my gaze as I watch her like the predator I am as she crawls her way in the middle of us. The sweet, teasing little mood she just had vanishes once she lays down, her longing settling in again, and she tosses and turns in the sheets, trying to get comfortable, but that mind of hers isn't allowing it.

She's a fidgety, worked-up mess.

Wrapping my arm around her stomach, I pull her to me, burying my face in her neck, and breathe her in. Her body instantly relaxes against mine and I purr in approval.

"What's the matter, sweetness?" I ask low, laying soft kisses along the side of her throat.

"I miss them. I don't like the idea of any of us staying away," she says, turning her body more so her ass is pressed right against my hardening dick.

"I know, but they'll be back soon. I'm sure me and Tillman can take care of you while they're gone."

"How?" she asks quietly.

Slipping my hand under her shirt, I lightly glide my fingertips up and down her sides, her stomach, the underside of her perfect fucking tits. A little whimper falls from her mouth as I pull my hand back when she tries to shift the direction of my caresses to where she'd rather me touch.

Tillman's head whips to me, catching on to what I'm starting. The slight tilt of his lip is the only confirmation I need to know; he's down to take care of my little wanderer with me.

Gripping her jaw in my hand gently, I turn her head toward me and capture her mouth with mine. Her soft little moans vibrate through my body and I can't help but grind myself against her, letting her know exactly what she does to me. As soon as she pushes her ass back against me though I pull away.

"Tell me sweetness, do you want to live out one of those naughty fantasies you keep having?"

Her eyes grow wide, pupils dilating. I feel her heart pounding beneath my fingertips where I teasingly keep roaming them over her chest, but never giving in to the call of her aching nipples that strain against her shirt.

Sliding down the bed a little, Tillman tilts her head up to look at him, smirking as she releases a shuddering breath.

"Is that what you need, Will? You need me and the dragon to take the edge off?"

She tries to swallow it down, but we still hear the moan she tried to hide from us. There is no hiding from us, though. Her bond is singing in my chest. Flooding me with her curiosity, desire, and need.

She wants this. She wants it badly.

"Answer him little wanderer." I command.

"Yes."

That's all we needed to hear.

Tillman leans in, cutting off another whimper with his lips as I run my hands all over her creamy skin.

Little help with these clothes, brother.

Willow shivers against me as his element skims her body, leaving her completely exposed for us. How helpful and convenient it is to have a brother with both mind reading skills and the ability to disintegrate clothes in a situation like this one.

He rolls her onto her back and continues attacking her lips as I make my way down her body. Fuck, I want to just spread those thighs and bury my face in my favorite meal, but I force myself to take my time.

She isn't used to my teasing. I always give her exactly what she wants, when she wants it because her pleasure fuels my own, but right now, I'm dragging it out, making her squirm. Her muffled, frustrated groans feed my hunger as I lick her perky little nipples then blow air over them, watching as they tighten even more.

She's so responsive to every touch. She reacts to every stroke of Tillman's tongue in her mouth and every kiss I lay on the mark I left on her hip has her arching into us more. Her body begging for more.

Fuck, I want her to soak my face.

Tillman breaks their kiss just as I swipe my tongue through her dripping pussy and her moan echoes off the walls.

Just as her hand tangles in my hair, it's pulled away.

"You don't get to take from him unless he tells you so, little one. Let him enjoy himself," Tillman orders gruffly, stringing her arms up above her head by vines.

A desperate moan falls from those swollen lips of hers and she arches up, pushing her tits right in his direction. Pleading for his attention.

My chuckle vibrates through her clit, and she throws her head back just as he latches on her nipple. It's impossible for him to ignore when they're served up on a fucking perfect platter like that.

Pushing my finger deep inside her, I work the pad of my tongue against her swelling clit. Her hips buck and shift frantically, trying to chase the release she desperately wants.

"She likes that, Draken. She praises the way you eat her pussy," Tillman announces.

Slowing my strokes, I cast my eyes up and they collide with hers. I see it in those pools of mercury. She loves this shit. She loves being worshipped by us and I fucking love giving it to her. If I can spend every minute of every day worshipping her in some kind of way, I will.

"Tell me, little wanderer. Tell me how much you like me eating your pussy," I order, pumping my finger slowly, avoiding rubbing it across her G-spot.

"Draken." She moans.

"Your words, sweetness. We want to hear it. Out loud," I command. Refusing to continue until she does.

"I love when you eat me out. It feels so fucking good." She groans hungrily.

Growling, I dive back in, giving her exactly what she wants. I can't drag her pleasure out any longer. I need it as much as she does and I'd rather make her come hard and fast. Over and fucking over.

In seconds, she's tensing, pulling at her restraints.

"Fuck you look so beautiful flushed for us. Come for us. Come all over his face," Tillman orders, and at the same time, she tightens around my fingers.

The sweet sound of our names falling from her lips almost does me in. I can't help the reaction she causes in me. I'm pretty fucking positive I could come every time I eat her out.

"Tell us what you want," I command as she starts to come down from her orgasm.

"More. I need more." She pants.

Tillman releases her wrist and pulls her back flush to him. Pressing my body against her front, sandwiching her between us, I capture those plump fucking lips in a heated kiss. The taste of her pussy and her mouth is the most intoxicating blend of flavors I've ever had slide down my throat.

"Give her what she wants brother. I'll enjoy the show." I say as I reluctantly break our kiss.

Placing my back to the headboard, Tillman slowly positions her on all fours in front of me. Perfect for my viewing pleasure.

Fuck. Me.

"You okay with this, little warrior?" Tillman asks as he glides his hand down the curve of her ass, sinking his fingers into her.

"Yes, please." She moans, pushing back against him.

I don't have to be a mind reader like them to know she's been fantasizing about this, wanting it, craving it. I see it every time I catch her eyes devouring the four of us. My little wanderer has found safety in her pleasure and she's ready to own it.

Pulling my pants down, my cock springs free, slapping my stomach before standing straight up. A bead of precum gathers at the tip from how fucking turned on I am.

Running my fist down my length, I pump it in sync with the sound of her moans. I'm fucking painfully hard, watching her wither underneath him. That peachy fucking ass perched in the air.

When a groan slips past my lips, she whips her head up to look at me. Her eyes zeroing in on my hand sliding up and down my dick. My movements grow faster and faster the longer she stares.

"No," she demands.

Me and Tillman stop moving.

"No what, sweetness?" I ask.

"I want to make you come. Both of you," she says.

Crawling the foot that separates us, she peels my fingers off my cock and replaces them with her own. The moment her warm, soft skin touches me, my head falls back to the headboard, and I hiss through my teeth.

"You want to take us at the same time?" Tillman asks, coming to kneel back behind her, running his dick up and down the crease of her.

"Yes."

As she lowers her head and licks the tip of my dick, I damn near bust right then and there. But before she can wrap her mouth around me, I reach down and tilt her chin up, stopping her.

"Let him work his way inside of you first," I tell her. Her nod is the only permission Tillman needs before he grips the base of his dick with one hand and her hip with the other.

Slowly pumping in and out, stretching her tight little pussy, her head falls to my thigh, and she moans loudly. Finally seating himself fully, he pulls back out and slams into her, making all three of us groan.

"Fuck, it's so deep."

"You can take it, sweetness," I say, cupping her cheek.

When she wraps her hand back around the base of my cock, Tillman slows his movements, giving her a second to get situated and my fucking head spins. I"m fucking dizzy with the need to feel her hot mouth swallow me down.

She takes her time, licking, teasing, exploring me to her heart's desire. I let her, of course, but fuck, I have to clench my fist in the sheets to stop myself from wrapping my hands around her hair and putting her exactly where I want her.

Next time.

As soon as she takes me in her mouth, it takes everything in me not to buck my hips up and ram my cock down her throat. I know she's only done this one time, so I don't want to push her, but fuck, I want her gagging around me.

She must think something that gets Tillman's attention because he slowly starts up his movements again. Each thrust forces her to take me deeper and my stomach muscles clench with the effort it's taking not to spill down her throat.

"Such a good Primary taking both our cocks. So. Fucking. Good. You feel amazing, sweetness," I say through gritted teeth.

Her bond glows in my chest at the praise and I swear I hear her dragon purr. Mine responds instantly, a deep, sultry sound that has her humming around my dick and pushing her ass back into Tillman, meeting him thrust for thrust.

Faster and faster he slams into her little body, giving her everything she's begging for, forcing her to choke on me just like I wanted. When he reaches around, and plays with her clit, she screams around my dick, coming completely undone.

The vibration sends heat blazing down my spine and there"s no more holding it off.

"Willow," I warn, but she takes me deeper, her nails digging into my thighs.

Two bucks of my hips and I'm coming hard and fast down her throat. Fuck it"s the most glorious feeling in all the realm and my body burns from the pleasure she just tore from the depths of my soul. Her name falls from my lips like a prayer as she continues to suck me dry and Tillman's moves grow erratic. Slamming into her a few more times, his groans join mine as she convulses between us.

I moan, even twitch a little as she slowly pulls my cock out of her mouth then licks her lips through her pants, and when Tillman pulls out of her, she collapses on my thigh, her eyes growing heavy.

Scooping her up, I lay her on my chest and run my fingers down her back. Whispering sweet nothings and giving her gentle kisses.

"That was mind-blowing. You're a goddess, little wanderer."

"I love you," she slurs, and I purr in response, flooding our bond with my love for her.

My perfect fucking Primary.

By the time Tillman comes back out of the bathroom with a warm cloth, she's already fast asleep. So as carefully as we can, we clean her up and he dresses her back, laying her in her spot between us.

"She is so fucking amazing." He sighs.

Looking over at him, he's got his eyes closed and a smirk playing on his face. Fucking blissed out.

"Amazing barely scratches the surface of her."

Just as I close my eyes, relishing in the aftermath of the mind-blowing blessing my little wanderer just gave me, I hear the turn of her door handle and I can't help but chuckle.

Knew they wouldn't be able to stay away.

"She's already asleep?" Corentin whispers as he comes to the bed and stares at us.

"Yeah, she was worn out," I say vaguely, smirking.

"How was she today?" Caspian asks, running his shadows down her body.

"Okay. Draken worked with her on her dragon's fire, which by the way, can incinerate an E.F. uniform effortlessly. But tonight, she was a little worked up with the two of you gone," Tillman tells them.

"No crying or freak-out, though?" Corentin asks, kicking his shoes off.

Smirking over at Tillman, I silently tell him to show them what they missed out on. I mean, it's only fair since they did the same shit without us.

Sitting up, Tillman places a hand on their shoulders, and I sit here giddily, watching their faces morph from concern to raw fucking desire. I can't hold in my laugh when Caspian huffs, flicking Tillman's hand off him, and climbs into the bed, lifting Willow up and laying her on his chest.

"Caspian," she mumbles sleepily, not even opening her eyes.

"Shh, go back to sleep, Primary," he whispers.

We fall silent and watch her breathing even back out, and she slips right back into her beauty rest.

"Fucking assholes," Corentin grunts, climbing into bed.

"What did Momma Vito have to say?" I ask through my laughs.

"They all took the news hard, but we have the number of creatures in the Forsaken Forest and they're going to handle figuring out which of the two families have betrayed us. She also wants us to attend the Spring Ball in a couple months. If they haven't made any progress on the families by then, it'll give us a chance to be around all of them, and Willow and Tillman can potentially identify the voice," he says begrudgingly.

Fuck, I don't want to go to that. Nor do I want to expose my little wanderer to all those fucking people. The four of us showing up with her situated between us would one hundred percent give it away, and I'm not about to pretend she doesn't mean shit to me. Fuck that.

"Does she know who Willow is now?" Tillman asks.

"No," they both say sternly.

"We didn't want to tell her like that. I know she'd be willing to bend the rules of announcing her to the realm, but there's no fucking telling if there are spies running around the castle. We don't know how much the Mastery knows of her or if there's only a small group searching for her under her father's orders. It wasn't worth the risk. We'll have to tell her before the ball, though," Corentin reasons.

"Let's wrap this up tomorrow. I'm exhausted," I say as a massive yawn takes over my face.

"I bet you fucking are," Caspian grumbles, jealousy evident in his tone.

About time he gives in to the call of our Primary.