5. Five

Five

Caspian

This is infuriating.

It’s no secret at all, emotions haven’t been my strong suit for the larger part of my life. Since my kidnapping, I found it much easier to separate the feelings from the logic.

Well, at least I could if I didn’t allow my anger to swallow me whole. That’s about the only feeling I allowed myself to have.

If it made logical sense, so be it. It didn’t need to be explained or labeled. A feeling didn’t need to be attached to it. It was what it was.

The little temptress, who’s currently sound asleep on my chest, came into my life, brought all my emotions to the surface, and now, I can’t separate them from logic.

It’s fucking maddening.

Before her, I could’ve found out everything we did today, and it would’ve gone one of two ways.

One, I would’ve lost my shit, killed some people, then drunk myself into a stupor, cussing my uncle the entire time.

Or two, it would’ve been the opposite. I would’ve heard this information, accepted it, and shoved anything that tried to rise in me down until I felt nothing at all. Then I would’ve moved on.

But no, of fucking course not. I can’t do either of those things. My mind, heart, and soul simply won’t allow it.

The three parts that make me who I am are working against me. Forcing me to feel it all. Embrace it despite my dark attempts to ignore it.

I hate the fact that I’m mad, confused, heartbroken, understanding, guilty. Fuck, there are others in there too. I just can’t put a word to them.

Looking down at the curvy body pressed so close to mine that we’re almost one, I smirk. She did nothing wrong crashing into my life or making me feel things. It’s a blessing to feel every part of her. It’s everything else that’s confusing.

I command my shadows to caress every surface of her. She caught me multiple times today staring at her or staring off into space. She never called me out, not once. She’ll allow me to sit with these traitorous feelings until I figure it out on my own, then she’ll listen to everything I need to say.

Which could take forever for all I know.

I tried today, tried hard to pull myself out of the funk this news put me in. We spent the day together, hiding away and growing more familiar with this wing. This whole part of the palace that is now apparently ours. Made and designed specifically for us because every fucking adult in our lives was told one way or another how our lives would go.

It was just us who fucking didn’t know.

Closing my eyes shut, I breathe through the darkness that rises in me quickly, then like a caged animal, it sprints through my body furiously because it has nowhere to go, doesn’t know where to go.

It’s trapped. Confused.

I have enough humility in me to admit that I still have a way to go with managing my darker side, but at the same time, I’m now a man I wouldn’t have recognized a year ago—hell, months—and I’m proud of that fact. I’ve learned through my little Primary and on my own how to pull myself back from the ledge, but today has me feeling like my feet are glued in place. I can’t jump off the edge, nor can I step down from it. I’m just stuck .

Allowing my shadows to travel her body once more, I command them to wrap around her, and I place her on my brother’s chest. His hands instinctively hold her, pulling her close as she whimpers through the sudden jolting. I give it a second to make sure she settles down completely before I shadow out of the room.

It’s this damn wing.

I both hate it and fucking love it.

I need a break from it to clear my mind.

Shadowing through the wings, I end up standing in a room I loathe even more. The bare walls, made bed, and empty bookshelves do nothing to soothe the racing thoughts and new fears that’ve been rising in me since our encounter with the Summum-Master. It’s just all been building up and I feel like today was my cherry on top. This fucking nightmare of a bedroom that lies lifeless in the east wing doesn’t help a bit.

After I was rescued and brought back here, I grew to hate this room. With a passion. I had no choice but to lie in this bed that I park my ass on, for over a week while I healed physically. It only took a day for my anger to grow to unspeakable heights as I stared at these four walls with nothing to distract my mind.

It was its own brand of torture that I’ve yet to let go of.

Letting my mind drift back to those memories is a surefire way to summon the darkness, and I feel it rising fast, trampling over any other emotion as my vision starts to blur.

A sharp knock snaps me back, and I whip my head toward the sound. Only two people could have followed me this quickly—it takes a split second to know exactly who’s on the other side.

“It’s open, Core,” I grunt, then blow out a harsh breath and run my hands down my face.

He slowly pushes the door open and leans against the frame, staring at me. We hold each other’s gazes for what feels like an eternity.

His shoulders sag as he takes a few steps into the room, then kicks the door shut behind him. So uncharacteristically of him, he plops down haphazardly on the bed beside me and flings himself back, covering his face with his arms.

“You okay?” I ask.

Not gonna lie, I’m a little taken aback by his actions. He’s been so put together, smiling, teasing all day with the Primary, and this whole exasperated demeanor is throwing me.

“Me? I’m not the one who shadowed out of the bedroom in the middle of the night,” he says without bothering to remove his hand from his face.

“Speaking of which, you’re supposed to be holding my Primary right now. I left her in your care,” I say, attempting to take the focus off me.

“You may believe you travel like smoke on the wind, brother, but I can assure you, you didn’t get out of the hallway before she was up, attempting to follow you.” A small smirk pulls at the corner of his lips.

“And you stopped her?” I ask.

“Stopped isn’t the right word. I suggested it would be best if I came to find you since she doesn’t know her way around. Tillman and Draken told her they’d stay up with her, distract her, while I came to hunt you down.” The smile that spreads across his smug face is tempting enough to make me forget all that’s plaguing me tonight. I know good and fucking well what the dragon’s and Mr. Patience’s definition of distracting her is.

Yeah, her tight little pussy and the sound of my name screaming from her throat would make this all better.

“She thinks you’re mad at her,” he says seriously, distracting me from those delicious thoughts, and I snap my gaze to him,

“I’m not mad at her. I’m mad at the situation she’s in and at everything else. She’s gonna go mental at any point in time with all this shit going on.”

A small snort escapes him, and he covers his mouth with his hand before clearing his throat. “I think you might be underestimating the resilience of our Primary.”

“I’m not underestimating anything about her. She’s a force of nature, but even hurricanes run out of hot water eventually, Core.”

He doesn’t respond with more than a grunt as he nods and limply lets his arm fall beside him.

We drift into comforting silence, neither of us knowing what to say, like we’ve done so many times in the past. I can’t count on my fingers the number of times he sat in this room or allowed me in his and neither of us spoke a word. Just sat.

Slowly, I decide to lean myself back until I’m pressed to the mattress beside him. I can remember the last time we were in this position. It was after one of my darkest days. I’d beaten a couple of the fuck boys at the academy to the brink of death for talking shit about Draken, then acted like they were his best friends.

He had it hard enough. Mom had him join the academy with us so we wouldn’t be separated, and having never been to a school, it was an adjustment jumping right into a level three academy. He was so upset with me for hurting his friends and I refused to tell anyone why.

Mom called us all home after the incident and I got a tongue-lashing for nearly killing them boys, and my dads were furious I wouldn’t talk about it. But I told Corentin. We laid on this exact bed, in this exact position, and I told him what they said and why I did what I did.

“No, I’m not okay, Cas,” he finally says, rubbing his hands across his cheeks before sighing. “I’ve tried all day to put on a brave and understanding face for her, but on the inside, I’m freaking the fuck out. Not because of everything Uncle Orien’s done. It all makes sense to me. It was strategic. Between him and Elementra, they laid out the best possible plan for her success. Although they didn’t protect her physically, they tried to emotionally. They helped build up the will that she’d need here. Elementra couldn’t have picked a better man to take care of her through her childhood and adolescence.

“But I can’t help but feel bitter that everyone but us was prepared for it. Fuck, even our mom got to be a part of her life before we did. We were the only ones not prepared to be given a Primary that’s responsible for saving an entire fucking realm. We’re having to learn along with her, and there’s no doubt in my mind now that her memories have unlocked so fast, so forcefully at once, changes are heading our way. I have to prepare for it. I have to be ready. I can’t fail us again.”

His words are a sucker punch to the stomach. He’s always worried so much about us, always putting himself below us. Fuck, he has absolutely no idea how much he’s done for us and how he’s never once in his life failed us.

Me. He’s never failed me.

A shuddering breath leaves me as my own memories come barreling to the surface and his petrified eyes sear themselves on my brain.

“I let Willow watch the day of my kidnapping all the way through until Aunt Tilly got there for me. Together, we saw it all,” I mumble and his head whips toward me, his gaze burning a hole in my cheek.

“Watch. You let her see the memories?” he asks quietly.

“Yeah, every bit of it. Many things surfaced for me that I’d blocked out, things I’m not sure I’m ready to talk about yet, if ever, with anyone other than her, but the thing that stuck out to me the most was you. How close you were to reaching me.”

His eyes instantly shut down as his body flinches. The guilt surfaces like a tidal wave, crashing through him relentlessly, but this will hopefully be the last time it ever does. Fuck, I hope I can make him see.

“I’ve never thanked you for that. I’ve never thanked you for trying to save me.”

“You don’t have to. It was my—”

“It wasn’t your responsibility, Core. I wasn’t your responsibility. I was a fifteen-year-old boy, and you were only sixteen. Yeah, far more mature and responsible than I was, but you were a boy nonetheless,” I say firmly, locking my eyes onto his as his chest heaves heavily.

“I may have not seen every step you took to get to me, but I know you pushed yourself harder, faster than you ever had before in your life. I know without a shadow of a doubt you would’ve traded places with me that day and I know you’re still carrying around an eighteen-year-old guilt that’s not yours to carry. You didn’t fail me that day, Corentin. And you’ve never failed me a day after.

“I need you to let go of that, brother. I wouldn’t be sitting here right now if not for you. You’ve carried me our entire lives and I’m beyond grateful for it. I’d tell you, you don’t have to do that anymore, that I’m okay now, but I don’t think you’ll ever change at this point, so just know that you can carry me, us, but you can’t carry this guilt anymore. Let it go for me, please.”

Despite having my hands locked together in a death grip, my fingers tremble as I watch the relief wash over my brother. I don’t think he even notices the weight leaving his body as if it’s been waiting for my permission to do so.

Another piece of me seems to click in place the lighter he gets and the softer his face becomes. I never knew my words affected him until now, and I vow from this moment going forward, I’ll let him know what he means to me. Our Nexus. I’ll tell him he’s the glue that holds it all together, but we’ll be strong for him too.

“Thank you, Caspian,” he whispers with a bashful smirk because his ass doesn’t know what to say. Other than giving a lesson or explaining something I’ve learned, that’s probably the most open with my words I’ve been with anyone other than Willow in years and I’ve got him completely flustered.

But deep down inside, I know it’s not only my words that’ve freed my brother from his guilt today.

“His memories…How are you handling that?”

“If I spill, you spill,” he says, narrowing his eyes on me. The look screams I’m not getting out of talking about my own shit if he’s going to talk about his.

Fuck it.

“I’m mad. So fucking mad. But I’m also happy. I’m confused, yet I understand it all,” I groan, pulling at my roots, searching for the words. “I had you, the guys, Gaster, and Uncle Orien. I was so far gone mentally, if it hadn’t been for you all, I would’ve given in to the call of darkness a long time ago. I would’ve laid waste to every rebel I could find, then I would’ve taken myself to the beyond. The four of you kept me tethered. Especially Uncle Orien. He didn’t badger me to talk or tell him anything. I have a feeling it’s because the fucker knew, but he didn’t push. He fed my need to be more, to be stronger by giving me knowledge.

“He was a safe place for me. He was the person I knew I didn’t have to speak to, but he’d know what I needed. The timelines to when it was obvious he was splitting his time between us and Willow, to gradually becoming more time spent with her add up in my mind to when she turned fourteen and she emerged. Now that we saw his memories, I have no doubt that’s why he talked to Mom and taught me how to use my shadows to evade her.

“He knew I’d need some space, a distraction to keep me from tailing him constantly like he’d caught me doing time and time again. Yeah, I’m pissed just like you that we were kept in the dark. I’ve felt for years that he abandoned me. I told myself I was getting too old to need him so much anyways and I let that fester into hatred. Not that I truly hated him. I just hated that I felt like he was leaving me. Now…” I trail off, gulping because I don’t know if I can continue.

Corentin doesn’t push. He waits me out, but I need another minute to collect myself, so I nod to him, silently telling him to say something.

“I feel free,” he says softly. “I’ve blamed myself for his death for so many years. I’ve blamed myself for your kidnapping. I’ve blamed myself for a lot, and part of me still takes some of the blame, but I think that’s simply because I don’t know any different yet. Regrettably, I’ll admit, I didn’t notice his absence the way you did, but it also didn’t feel like an absence to me.

“Every time I saw him, he knew exactly what I’d been up to, so I guess it made the time feel less extended. Now that we know what we know, I’m pretty sure that was purposeful. If I had caught wind that he kept disappearing more and more, I’d have obsessed over it until I found him. So he paved the way for that not to happen. Watching what we did this morning freed me from my guilt of not having breakfast with him. It freed me from beating myself up over not spending more time with him. He was taking care of Willow, while we learned to take care of ourselves.”

His words settle the one thing in my mind that’s made this entire revelation bearable for me.

Her.

Without him, where would she be? What all wouldn’t she have been protected from? Before he died, he loved her, cared for her, nurtured the already resilient, strong, and formidable personality she had. I thought she was crazy as shit when she first arrived and was taking everything in stride, but now I just know, that’s my Primary. That’s how she survived. Nothing can beat her down. Not even a realm full of magical beings and monsters in the dark.

“I guess the only thing I struggle with now is how I spent years being resentful toward him, when really, he was doing everything in his power to protect us, prepare our future for us. Knowing the truth, I know, she needed him more than I did.

“My Primary didn’t get the luxury of only suffering for thirty-three days. She endured twenty years. Bottling it up and moving along to survive, keep herself as safe as she could. Now I know it’s very possible she’s only here with us because of him. I think I’m madder at myself for acting like a child. Being mad at him when he was busy saving my soul.” I scoff, disgusted with myself.

I don’t just mean the soul that tethers me to this realm, to our creator. I mean the soul that resides in her. It’s mine as well. She is my soul. I am hers. I belong to her. She’s the very reason for my beating heart that’s slowly but surely pumping red instead of black.

“In his memory, he hoped and prayed one day I’d forgive him. There’s nothing for me to forgive Core. If anything, it’s his forgiveness I seek. I hope he knows how much I love him, look up to him, and how grateful I am for him.”

My lungs deflate with my omission, and another blackened piece of my soul seems to flourish. There’s too much truth in front of me now to continue holding onto unwanted, undeserved bitterness. My uncle didn’t nor does he now deserve my misplaced hatred.

The air that I continue to exhale sends a crackling of magic pulsing through the room. Magic that doesn’t belong to either of us, and in milliseconds, Corentin and I are on our feet, gifts at the ready faster than the speed of sound.

Following the low, shimmering light, my eyes land on a ball of magic circling in my empty bookshelf. With confident strides, we clear the room just as the magic dissolves and I halt my steps, frozen in time as I stare down at the envelope with my name scripted across it .

My hands tremble as my fingers run over the cream-colored parchment. It’s been waiting for me to see my truth, find my way, my soul, and now…it’s here.

“Sneaky bastard. He knew I wouldn’t seek solace in the room he made for me just yet,” I whisper as my eyes trace his handwriting. Taking a steady breath, then blowing it out softly, I command my shadows to take it to my pocket dimension. “Later.”

“I’m so proud of you, Caspian,” Corentin says seriously.

Casting my gaze to him, I swallow the lump forming in my throat. Honestly, I nearly choke on it, but nonetheless, he doesn’t call me out. He just stares at me with those whiskey eyes that match mine and even in the darkened room, they shine bright.

“Thanks, Core,” I say before chuckling when he grunts at the pulse of pleasure that pumps through our bonds. “Seems the naughty little Primary is getting the distraction she needed.”

“She deserves all the distractions we can give her. A whole other side of her life just opened back up and I have no idea if it’s a good or a bad thing.”

“Let’s be honest, probably both. If the past few months are anything to go by, something good is always accompanied by something bad and vice versa. I’m happy she’s finally getting her answers, but it’ll come at an emotional cost. One I wish she didn’t have to face right now. We just bonded, for fuck’s sake.”

“I’ll make time for us, I swear. I won’t let this war consume every second. Even if we have to steal moments of time, I’ll make it so.” He swears seriously.

“I know you will.” I grip his shoulder tightly and turn us toward the door.

I have a Primary to punish for scaring me today.

At least that’s what I’m going to tell her.

She enjoys it.

There’s a weightlessness to our steps as we leave my bedroom and start walking back down the hall. The sound of my door shutting follows us, and I vow to leave my worries behind in that room that I no longer need. I don’t need to hate it, love it, or even think about it anymore. It’s served its purpose for me. It’s just a room now.

My fears of what’s about to come for my Primary feel less…demanding, if that makes sense. My anger at my uncle is null. I came into that room feeling like a worked-up, over-emotional mess, but now it’s no longer overruling every other thought that’s running through my mind.

I’m thinking clearly for the first time today. Thank fuck.

Once again, it seems all I needed was my brother to show me the way, but at least this time, I’ve done something for him in return.

“What are you doing?” he asks when I latch onto his shoulder.

“Stealing a moment in time.”

Shadowing us across the palace, I chuckle darkly as we hover in the shadows, watching Draken and Tillman lavish the Primary with kisses and caresses. My dick is painfully hard the second her sweet melody of moans reaches my ears. They have her spread out across the bed, completely naked and exposed. Like a fragile little offering for the monster who’s about to consume her.

“You make my brothers so weak, Primary,” I say darkly, revealing us from the shadows.

“Excuse me?” She pants as her maddening eyes narrow on me.

“I told you earlier you were in trouble. And look what I return to. Them bowing to your every whim without even the thought of punishment.”

Draken’s giddiness at the prospect of what’s going on hits me first and I shoot him a little wink, encouraging the beast to play my game. Tillman doesn’t hide the fact that he’s in on it when he moves away from her, laughing lightly as she whimpers at the loss of his touch.

They both join Corentin and me at the foot of the bed, where we stare my feisty little Primary down. Her chest heaves, making those glorious fucking tits rise and fall with each breath. If I didn’t have the control I do, one would already be between my teeth.

“I didn’t do anything to deserve a punishment,” she argues, but she can’t hide the flare of desire in her eyes.

I see it. I see it all .

“You did and you know it. You nearly caused us to lose our minds today,” I say with a sly smirk on my lips.

“I can’t help when that happens. If this is the case for every time some shit goes down, I should be able to punish you all when you worry me.”

“Never said you couldn’t, Primary.”

A devious little smirk crosses those plump lips I’m ready to sink my tongue between. Her teasing is enough to make me feral, but still, I don’t budge. I’ll let her believe she can dish out some punishment if it pleases her. We all know there’s never true punishment. The only punishment is the wait. The anticipation.

Between Corentin and me, we’ve rewired what the word punishment means in her mind. Never again will she hear that word and associate it with something vile or harmful. She’ll think of us and the pleasure we plan to wring from her body.

“Fine then. What’s my punishment?”

“On your knees, Primary. Crawl to your men,” I command.

Her bravado breaks for a split second. It was so quick, I would’ve missed it if I wasn’t staring her down.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Her eyes flare with flames at the order in my tone and slowly, fucking drop dead sexily, the little tease spreads her thighs enough to have us all groaning before she gets her legs under her and leans down to all fours.

I bite my lip to keep myself from snatching her up and fucking her stupid right here and now. This woman, I swear.

“Now what?” She casts those eyes up to me.

Fuck, how beautiful she is on her knees for us.

“Pleasure us, Primary. All of us.”

Her throat bobs as she looks between us, then her head whips back to me at the sound of my sweatpants hitting the ground.

That tongue that I know will make me fall apart darts out and licks her bottom lip as my cock springs free inches from her mouth. I practically smell her want to suck me down.

I have every intention of letting her.

“Open up, Primary. ”

I hold in my groan as her body shivers, but she does as I tell her to and I give her no warning.

As soon as that hot tongue touches my cock, my hips buck forward until I hit the back of her throat. My head tilts back as she gags, but that just spurs her on. Her need to make me fall apart for her pushes her on.

“Don’t forget my brothers. They need just as much attention as me.”

She hums around me, and I feel it in my bones. Fuck, I could explode right now. Paint that pretty throat with my cum, but not yet.

The guys all lose their pants and like the fucking goddess she is, she gets to work. One hand wraps around Corentin’s length, dragging a hiss from his lips, and the other locks on to Tillman, who hums approvingly.

“Oh fuck,” the dragon groans.

Looking over, the clever little Primary’s wrapped her shadows around his dick and is working him over just the same as the rest of us.

“So fucking good at pleasuring your men. You look perfect bowed before us, Primary. We’re the only ones you’ll ever bow to. The only ones who will ever have the privilege of seeing you on your knees,” I praise and the words send her into a frenzy.

I wrap my hand around those wild curls so I can see that beautiful face while I fuck it, and the tears streaming down her cheeks are nearly my undoing. She’s the most gorgeous creature I’ve ever had the pleasure of laying my dark gaze on and having her swallow down almost every inch of me is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

She thinks she’s sly, but I see her shadows creeping between her legs, needing to take care of the throbbing in her pussy. I don’t allow it, though.

I command mine out, blocking her path, and at the same time, I pull her off my cock.

“Naughty Primary. Your pleasure belongs to us.”

“Please, Caspian,” she begs through her teary, desire-drenched eyes.

“Get behind her, dragon,” I command.

He swats her shadows off his dick and is behind her, lining himself up in a millisecond. She attempts to lean back into me, but I hold her head firmly .

“You’ll come when he says you can,” I tell her before moving to the side, and Tillman immediately takes up my spot.

They’ve fucked her together enough times now that they don’t need to communicate. So as Draken grips her hips, tugging her ass up and making her back arch, Tillman laces his fingers through her hair, lining her mouth up to him, and in one swift move, she’s full of half her men.

It’s a fucking sight to be seen.

Corentin and I make our way onto the bed, surrounding her, and just as I feel the itch in my chest that she’s getting close, Corentin slaps his hand down on that peachy ass, and I pinch her clit.

“Come on my dick, sweetness. Now,” Draken commands, all beast.

My eyes close of their own accord as her muffled scream rings out around the room.

So sweet.

The guys continue to pound into her through her release relentlessly and I continue to play with whatever part of her body I please as she can’t do anything but moan beneath us in ecstasy.

According to the messages being relayed from Tillman, she can barely form a coherent thought, but it’s clear enough to know she’s in fucking paradise.

It doesn’t take long for her tight little body to start shaking and shivering all over once again, and by the erratic thrusts of my brothers, she’s taking them down with her this time.

I squeeze the base of my dick to hold back my own release as her pleasure sweeps through me like a tornado.

Her cloudy eyes look up to meet mine, and I let a devilish smile cross my lips. “We’re not done yet, Primary. You’ve got two to go.”

“Yes,” she moans as her eyes roll back.

Nodding to Corentin, he grabs Willow and in one smooth move, lays himself down and sits her on top of him. She doesn’t hesitate to line him up and slam herself down the second his tip touches her.

Her head tips back, and her hair sprawls down her spine as a drawn-out moan escapes her throat and I pounce .

I can’t help it. That fucking curvy body calls to mine and I need to be plastered to it. I need the heat of her skin to melt away my ice.

Gripping her jaw, I tilt her head back even further and capture her mouth. Her tongue tangles with mine as I drink down the taste of her. Her muffled moans vibrate through me as my brother fucks her into oblivion and I could stay like this for hours, swallowing down her sweet sounds, but I need to hear my name tear from that tight throat of hers.

Breaking our kiss, I keep my hand gripped on the back of her neck as I lead her upper body down till her chest is pressed to Corentin’s. His wide eyes meet mine, uncertainty skirting across his features, but I just grin.

Calling forth my element, I coat my fingers in water, then manipulate its compounds until it creates a slicker lube. As soon as the cold gel teases her tight little ass, she tenses beneath me.

“Cas…”

“Yes, Primary,” I say, stilling my finger.

“Will it hurt?” she asks in my mind.

Both fear and desperation color her tone. She wants this so fucking bad, but the unknown of what a cock in her ass will feel like has her hesitating.

“I’ve prepared you enough that it won’t be painfully foreign, but until your body relaxes and lets me past your muscles, it’s going to hurt. After that, you’ll know nothing but pleasure,” I tell her honestly.

“You’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt long?”

Fuck, that pitiful little question shouldn’t make my cock even harder, but it does. How my deadly Primary can become so fragile, so soft and sweet when she’s in our hands is my fucking drug.

Elementra, I’m addicted to her.

“No. I won’t let it hurt long, sweet Willow.”

Her body shudders, but that seems to do the trick as her muscles relax against my brother and he runs his hands over every inch of her, slowly pumping in and out, keeping her on the edge of euphoria.

Draken and Tillman gather closer, making sure she’s thoroughly distracted but also, let’s be honest, they’re not going to miss out on seeing her take two of us together for the first time .

My finger passes her tight muscle and her back instantly arches, with a sultry little sound falling from her lips. I take that as my go-ahead to add another and slowly start stretching her out. With every pump, her moves grow more erratic. I know my poor brother is having to hold back from exploding inside of her. The way that tight little pussy is trying its hardest to slam into him and my hand is driving him mad.

I chuckle when I pull my fingers out and she cries in protest, but her sounds are silenced as soon as she feels my hot tip press against her.

“Breathe for us, princess. He’s going to take care of you,” Corentin coaches right before he captures her mouth in a brutal kiss.

After lubing my cock up, I slowly start working my way in.

Her body locks up tighter than a fortress, so I give her a moment, shallowly pushing the head of my cock against the layer of muscle keeping me out.

“Relax, little wanderer. Let him in,” the dragon purrs as he runs circles around her clit, and her body melts like butter.

Corentin continues his slow pace and at his nod, I push my way through her barrier.

Her cries are music to my ears.

We hold still as she comes completely undone between us, exploding like a fucking volcano. She’s clenched around us so tightly, I grunt and bite my tongue to keep from following her over the edge.

“Good girl, princess.”

“You did so fucking good, Primary.”

“Fuck me. I’m so full,” she pants, her limbs trembling uncontrollably. “Move, please move.”

Gripping her hips, I pull out about halfway, then thrust back in. It steals the breath from her lungs, my lungs, and I groan at how fucking good it feels, how fucking tight she is.

My control finally snaps when she pushes herself back into me, trying to take more than I’m offering.

With no warning, my hand comes down on her ass, and that guttural moan she lets out sends us into a frenzy. There’s nothing the little Primary can do but hold on to my brother’s shoulders so tightly she’s leaving nail imprints as we fuck her together.

I no longer hold back as I plunge into her ass just as hard, just as fast as I would if it were her sweet little pussy wrapped around my cock. And she doesn’t protest. She takes all of us, everything we give because we were made for her.

As if to prove my point, the ambitious creature commands her shadows back out and wraps them around Tillman’s and Draken’s dicks, pulling groans from their chests.

Greedy Primary.

The weight of my body presses her more firmly into Corentin until she’s completely sandwiched between us. Completely at our mercy. The thin little layer of skin separating us feels so fragile and I swear if we’re not careful, we’ll rip this perfect fucking goddess right in two.

“Core, Cas, please, please,” she begs so fucking beautifully.

Her body locks up like a vise and she throws her head back on a silent scream. All the air gets sucked out of the room as she combusts between us.

Corentin caves first, coming inside her with a deep grunt of her name. He attempts to hold her hips still while he spills himself in her, but I flick his hands out of my way and continue my brutal pace until my spine burns with the need to let go.

And fucking let go I do.

Slamming her down once more on our cocks, dark spots color my vision as I come in her ass. It drags her own orgasm out and she screams around us so loud the fucking bookshelves rattle.

I sink forward, laying my forehead on her spine, and leave a trail of kisses. I smile against her bones when she trembles at the cool touch of my lips and a small chuckle falls from my throat as I hear Draken curse as he cleans himself up and all I can do is shake my head.

All it takes is one little Primary to make four men crumble.

Multiple times.

“You’re incredible, my little Primary. Un-fucking-describable.”

I hear her happy little hum, but it swiftly turns into a whimper as I pull out of her and my brother slips free from her pussy. That one small noise is enough to get the dragon in frantic mode, and before I know it, he’s got her scooped up in his arms, headed to the bathroom.

I have every intention of joining, but first, I crash onto the bed, catching my breath.

“Fuck, she’s gonna be the death of me.” I laugh as I tuck my arm behind my head.

“Agreed,” Corentin grunts. Looking over at him, he’s got his eyes closed and a stupid grin plastered to his face. And he’s glowing. I don’t think he’s realized that yet.

“Damn, that’s the way to go,” Tillman says as he strides toward the bathroom with a chuckle.

Peering through the door he leaves open, I watch him and Draken give her kisses and a sweet, sleepy smile crosses her face as she snuggles deeper into the dragon’s chest as he lowers them in the bath.

It’s crazy. Perfection.

We fuck her like a bunch of savages and she’s just as happy as she can be with it. I continue to stare as her small smile stays on her lips as her eyes flutter shut.

Elementra, she’s everything.