Blood Bonds(The Bonds That Tie #3)(67)

Two peaceful but busy days after we arrive here, I wake up with a very naked Bonded in my arms, still asleep and dreaming of nothing but warmth and comfort. She’d been reluctant to have sex in this house with us all sharing walls, and I’d only managed to persuade her by eating her out until my entire face was dripping with her cum. My shoulders were clawed up and her hand was bleeding from where she’d bitten it to stay quiet.

I don’t have the heart to tell her that all of her Bonds could feel her last night. Her climax at such close proximity? Every last one of them was squirming over it, and Gabe had taken an hour-long cold shower when she’d finally passed out.

Except Nox, who left the house the second I peeled her panties off and got wasted in North’s offices, where I assume he’s still sleeping it off.

“Why do you look so smug?” she murmurs, her voice still rough with sleep, and I want to go for another round instantly, my dick already hard and rubbing against her pert ass.

“A man can’t help it when he’s made his Bonded come eight times on his tongue. I’m thinking about doing it again.”

She blushes so prettily, but her eyes flick down to my mouth as she grins. “Don’t you have a meeting to go to this morning? You told North you’d be leaving here at seven, it’s already a quarter to. I don’t think you can make me come that quickly and still get out the door in time.”

I grab her chin and tilt her face up to meet my lips, kissing her deeply as my other hand slips down to her pussy and finds it still as wet as it was last night. “You’re assuming that I’m going to shower, but I’m going to smell like you all fucking day, Bonded. I’m going to sit in that stupid fucking meeting with your pussy all over my face, and it’ll be the only thing that gets me through the day.”

She blushes again, her hips moving to grind on my hand as her breath stutters in her chest. She’s so responsive, so ready to take what pleasure she wants from me and, fuck, if that isn’t perfect.

She was made for me.

I have her shuddering out her release on my fingers in under a minute, whispering filth in her ear about everything I’m going to do to her when I get her next until she’s writhing.

When she finally comes down from her high, I take her chin again, prying her mouth open and shoving my fingers into her mouth until she’s licked them clean again. When I pull them back out, I kiss her, chasing the taste that’s even better on her tongue.

I make it to the door with two minutes to spare, my boots laced up and my dick still hard as fucking nails at the sight of her spread out on my sheets. Her hair is a mess and there’s still dark circles under her eyes that shouldn’t be there.

I lean down before I leave to kiss her one last time, murmuring, “Go back to sleep. There’s nothing you need to do until after lunch, so just get some more sleep.”

She nods and lets her eyelids flutter shut, but her mind is already busy with shit to do today and I doubt she’ll actually manage to do it. I send a text to Gabe to get him to leave her alone until she comes out and he cusses me out in the reply.

I can’t help but feel even more smug about it.

North meets me at the front door, looking me over as his nostrils flare. He doesn’t say anything until we’re out of the house and pacing to his office in the next building over.

“You smell like her.”

I look him dead in the eye and smirk. “Good.”

He bristles, and I know that it's got nothing to do with cleanliness or decorum or jealousy over my night with our little Bonded. He doesn’t want anyone else catching our Bonded’s most intimate scents because he’s a possessive bastard about her. He always has been, and while he’s perfectly fine sharing her with the rest of her Bonds, the idea of anyone else so much as smelling her on me?

Unacceptable.

I already knew it. He’s assuming I’ll let anyone close enough to me to get a whiff of her. I already know what my scheduling looks like and if I put a savage enough scowl on my face, everyone will steer clear of me. I’ll get to wallow in her all day, and that might just get me through until she’s back in my bed, soaking my sheets and coming like a good girl for me.

When we arrive at the offices and one of the office workers approaches, North steps in front of me like a buffer. I snort at him, enjoying the fuck out of watching him have a little petty fit over this. The fact that Oli misses out on seeing this side of him half the time doesn’t elude me, and I seriously consider sending her the image of it, except when I check in with her, I find that she has actually gone back to sleep. I’m not waking her for this.

I’ll save it for later.

When the worker finally moves away, North snaps at me, “I’m glad you’re enjoying this.”

I shrug. “It’s been too quiet around here. I need something to keep me amused.”

“Well, go build something with Gabe. Lay some carpets. There’s tiling in Oleander’s bathroom that needs ripping up, that’ll keep you busy.”

The tiling. He’s being a fusspot about the colors of tiles. It’s going to drive us all mad. I swipe my card after he’s done with his to get us both in the elevator and headed into his office. The security here is the best money can pay for. Aside from housing North’s offices, there’s also a bomb shelter panic room in the basement with concrete walls that are six feet thick on every side. It could withstand Unser going off.