Forced Bonds (The Bonds That Tie, #4)(15)

North ignores the crisis I’m so very clearly having when he comes back into the room, instead making a beeline for the bathroom and leaving the door open as he turns the shower on. I don’t know if it’s an invitation to join him or not but, hell, is it tempting.

Except the guilt starts up again, and I find myself glued to the bed, listening to him thoroughly clean away the horrors of the day as the scents of his signature soaps and hair care products waft through to me like a siren's call.

When he slips out of the bathroom wearing nothing but one of his giant, luxurious towels wrapped around his waist, I swallow roughly at the sight of him, my throat drying up and the guilt tripling because of my insanely lust-filled reaction to him.

His hair is still wet, dripping just a little, and the easy curls make him look even more like Nox than he usually does. I mean, they’re similar at the best of times, very clearly brothers, but the curls just make it more of a slap in the face.

He watches me as my eyes practically assault his body, every inch of him a pathway paved directly to hell for me because I would give up anything for this man. I would give up anything for any of my Bonds.

“Come here, Oleander,” he says, his voice a low and dark demand, and my body complies without any sort of direction from me.

When I get to him, instead of pulling me into his arms like I assume he’s going to, North grabs my arm to pull me in front of him. I finally notice the mirror he’s got hanging on the back of the open bathroom door, a full length one that is taller than he is. He waits until I’m settled there with my eyes on him before he drops his towel and kicks it away. I can’t see him, my back is to him and my body is in the way of his reflection, but I can feel the heat of his erection against my back.

I want to drop to my knees and suck him off here but when I make as if I’m going to move, his grip on my arm tightens.

Instead, he tugs on the edges of the tank top I’m wearing, pulling at it and feeling how much give the fabric has before he finally grabs my hips to move me closer to the mirror. He’s so much taller than me that I can watch his facial expressions as he fusses with me, positioning me exactly where he wants me, and then he’s back to messing around with my tank top. I’m expecting him to just pull it off and be done with it, but he doesn’t.

The armholes are big enough that he can pull them until the edges meet at the center of my chest, my tits popping out and my nipples pulling in tight as the cool air of the room hits them directly. His eyes lap the sight up, darkening with need as he fists the fabric and pulls it tighter, dragging me back until I’m pressed firmly against him.

“I’m going to fuck you here, and you’re going to watch me take you. You’re going to watch every last thing I do to you.”

I let my head drop back a little, my eyes staying obediently on his as I swallow roughly with a little nod. I want nothing more than to just… let him. To be used by him, to stand here and comply with his every whim, knowing that he’s going to take care of me while he does it.

And he does.

My shorts are slipped down my legs and his fingers are teasing my pussy, all the while his eyes stay hot and dark on mine. With his other hand, he tweaks at my nipples, tugging and pinching as I ride that line between pleasure and pain beautifully under his intensely watchful eye. He knows my every tell, all of the little reactions I give him as he plays me perfectly, and within a few minutes, I’m begging him for more, more, more.

The stretch as he pushes his cock inside of me is everything, everything, and sparks of pleasure start at my pussy and work their way over my entire body. My eyes roll up into my head and his hips immediately stop moving, his voice a rough demand when he snaps, “Eyes on me, Bonded.”

A whine slips past my lips before I can bite it back, a pure and needy sound. When I try to shove my own hips back for some friction, his fingers bite into my skin, his grip tightening until I’m sure I’ll be covered in bruises.

It feels like a heavy task, like moving through honey or tar, but I force my eyes open to meet North’s eyes in the mirror again. His hips start moving again immediately, driving into me at a fierce pace, giving me everything he has all at once. He’s determined that I’ll take every inch of him as hard as he can give it, I’m sure.

I want to move, to change positions so that I can writhe back against him, to do something. Instead, I stay right where he’s placed me and I watch as he owns my body. And, fuck, does he know how to give me what I need.

I hear the muffled sounds of the others arriving home, the loud noises of Gabe throwing his tools around and Gryphon’s heavy-soled boots as he stomps through the house. My pussy clenches around North’s cock as my bond reaches out to them without my permission with the yearning to have them all and to have them now. Why can’t I be writhing in the middle of them as they worship me in the ways I deserve and—

Bonded, you better get a hold of your bond before we ruin North’s night by coming in there after you.

I gasp and groan at Gryphon’s voice in my head, the sultry and sex-drenched tones pushing me over the edge until I’m biting down hard on my lip to muffle the sounds, the taste of blood flooding my mouth.

I meet North’s eyes in the mirror again. His irises are ringed with black, the last thread of his control pulled taut as he lifts a hand up to smear the blood from my lip with his thumb. I watch in rapt fascination as his eyes flash to fully black and his bond brings the thumb to his lips to lick the blood away.