Blood Bonds(The Bonds That Tie #3)(42)

North carefully rolls his sleeves back up his arms and then starts to loosen the top few buttons, revealing the tanned and smooth skin there. He’s a fucking tease, and thank God Gryphon is no longer here to read all of the dirty thoughts running through my head, because I’m ready to spread out on the bed for him all over again.

“He’s feeling guilty because it was the first time he had to think about the choice between his family and his Bonded. If he had to choose between saving the two of you… He’s never had to think about it before and, like most men in his position, he always assumed he’d be able to stop there ever being a choice. You running after Kyrie made him aware that he’d rather you be safe here. That wasn’t such a terrible thing until she told him about Brutus saving her in the showers. If you weren’t there, she would have been assaulted.”

That cuts into my dirty thoughts a bit. “Well, that’s just stupid. Why worry about ‘what-ifs’ and made-up scenarios when there’s only one situation that did happen? We’re fine. Kyrie is safe and I just… I need a little more rest, but I’m fine.”

He flicks a hand at my leg with a raised eyebrow. “You were hurt badly. You were much closer to death than any of us ever wanted to think about.”

I roll my eyes. Men. Bonds. Bonded men with their heads up their asses. The list goes on. Honestly, my life will never be carefree again, and that has nothing to do with the Resistance chasing me and everything to do with five hot-blooded men that are fated to be tied to me for all of our lives.

North walks around the bed to shove the paperwork into a file and switch off the lamp over on that side of the room. “Do you need anything else? Hungry, thirsty? If you want another shower, I could be persuaded.”

I can’t cope with caring and attentive North Draven. Domineering and commanding North, sure. Asshole North? Not my favorite, but I’ve got him sorted.

This one?

Nope.

I could definitely go for another shower with him, and round three of playtime with his shadows, but the haze in my head still hasn’t lifted. “I think I need more rest, but I’m bored of lying around. Why don’t you have a TV in here so I can distract myself with something stupid on there?”

He looks over at me where I’m splayed out on the bed dramatically and then comes back over over to press a button underneath the lip of the marble-top, very luxurious looking bedside table.

The end of the bed opens and a TV slowly rises up out of freaking nowhere.

“You have too much money. Seriously, that is ridiculous! Why not just have it on the wall like the rest of the bedrooms?”

He shrugs and goes about meticulously stripping out of his suit, firmly distracting me from my outrage. “It would ruin the room. Besides, it’s fun to watch you freak out about simple things.”





Chapter Thirteen





Oli


I fall asleep watching the world’s most boring documentary because North refuses to watch trashy reality TV with me. I only suggested it in the first place to test just how far I could push his kindness. His retaliation of an old man droning on about deforestation was brutal.

I wake hours later in total darkness, and at first I think that I’ve jumped into another of my Bond’s minds without intending to. It takes me a minute to realize that I’m not dreaming, that there’s a warm body lying against my back with hands wandering over my body and a hard dick rubbing against my ass.

Is it strange that I can already tell which one of my Bonded it is? Because it’s definitely Gryphon. The way he moves is like night and day to North. My brain takes a little longer to process what’s happening and so instead of pointing out to him that this is someone else’s bed and he for sure cannot be teasing me like that, I arch back against him, enjoying the grunt he lets out as my ass grinds down on his dick.

Then his fingers slip into the front of the silky pajama shorts North had dressed me in and plunge straight into my pussy, barely checking to see if I was actually wet or not.

I am dripping, just for the record.

My bond seems to think that merely being around my Bonded is enough of an aphrodisiac. I’m finding myself permanently ready for either one of them, which feels like it’s going to be a problem for me. I can’t spend my whole life panting after these men.

I need some autonomy again, dammit.

“Don’t think about it,” he murmurs, and before I can snap at him and point out how freaking impossible that is, he kisses me again until my bond floods my head with a chant of yes, yes, yes like the needy bitch it is. If he wants to get me off in front of North as some sort of apology, I guess that’s fine. It’s not like they haven’t both seen me come, or heard the sounds I make. It’s dark enough that neither of them should be able to see the mess I am.

I let him say everything he needs to say to me in the way that he worships my body.

It’s probably not a good thing, and something I should not let slide in the future because it’s me coming up against five strong-minded, alpha men. They’ll walk all over me if I let them, but for tonight, I’m still recovering from the power surge, and I just want to feel something.

I just want to feel how much my Bonded needs me.

So I let him kiss me until I forget where we are and who else is here. I forget my own damn name, and I let our bonds come up to the surface to be with each other again.