Forced Bonds (The Bonds That Tie, #4)(16)
My own bond pushes at my mind and floods me, clawing its way to the surface, and there’s a short moment that I lose all sense of time and where I am, only the immense sense of pleasure and gratification filling me. Whatever the bonds are doing, my body is enjoying it. When I creep back into my mind I find myself on my knees, a hand on the back of my neck holding my face down into the carpet as North’s bond fucks me as though I’m nothing but a vessel for his pleasure.
I come again, my mind splintering apart at his rough treatment because I know that sometimes worship looks like degradation and, fuck, I crave it.
My bond craves it.
When his hips slam into me one last time, his bond coming with a roar, I shatter into a million pieces right there with him, a breathless gasp falling from my lips as my pussy gushes and drips with his cum. He makes a growling noise as he recovers and pulls out, something definitely not human, and then I feel his fingers on my legs, scooping up his seed and then pushing it back into my body.
My bond preens at the action.
Me? I’m mildly horrified and also very glad we finally got my birth control situation sorted out, because this is a very telling action. North might be all about keeping me happy and child-free, but his bond has other plans.
Note to self: keep North’s bond away from my prescription.
His other hand finally releases the back of my neck, and my bond slips away from me slowly, satisfied with how well I’ve been claimed here. I’m slow to sit up, careful with the tense and tight muscles all over my body. By the time I’m sitting on my heels, North’s eyes have changed back to their usual deep blue hue. His mouth is downturned and his eyes dart over me like he’s looking for some mortal wound he’s sure I have.
“Oleander—”
I hate the guilt in his voice and I cut him off, pleading, “Don’t ruin it. I’m more than fine, and the bonds are both fucking thrilled, so just… let us all have the afterglow, okay?”
He huffs and then stands, unabashedly naked, and pulls me up into his arms to carry me over to the bed. I let him fuss with me until he’s gotten me cleaned up, both of us wrapped up in each other and under the thick duvet that still smells like his manor. He waits until my eyes fall shut before he flicks the lights off and we lie there in the dark together.
It’s quiet for a minute, but even with the decadent thrum of the post-orgasm high still running through my veins, I can’t let myself drift off to sleep.
I clear my throat and croak out, “It feels wrong to be lying here with you, feeling like I’m going to die of pleasure, when Sage is sitting in a cell.”
North is quiet for a moment, thinking about why exactly he’s going to convince me that it’s okay and, honestly, I’m not expecting him to be able to come up with anything.
I should already know by now not to underestimate North Draven.
His voice is rough and low as he murmurs back to me, “What do you think she did while you were stuck in that torture camp? She crawled into bed with Felix every night and found solace with him. You’re going out tomorrow to find Giovanna and Riley for her. You were just working hard with Sawyer looking for leads. And we both already know that you’re no good to her without taking care of yourself as well. Your bond needs this. I need this.”
Chapter Five
Oli
I wake at three-thirty the next morning to take another shower and get ready for today, for leaving the Sanctuary and clearing my best friend’s name.
There’s a lot here that I need to prove, to myself and to Gryphon and my other Bonds, and I refuse to be the liability within the Bond Group. So I’m up, dressed, with my bag packed and my boots laced tightly by the time North’s alarm sounds at four. He groans like he’s being murdered, shoving a pillow over his face and grumbling under his breath dramatically like he’s plotting out a murder for this early wake up. Once he’s moved through the entire list of people he wants his shadows to devour for this insult, he reaches out with one arm like he’s trying to find me. When he comes up empty, he flings the pillow away from his face and sits up with a scowl.
I smirk and wave at him, just a little sarcastically, but it’s a good feeling to see him so off-kilter. I’m so used to being the mess out of the two of us, it’s cute to see him sleep rumpled and grumpy as hell.
“Stop that. Stop looking smug and get over here. Gryphon will be here any minute and I need another moment with you before you go.” His voice is a rough rasp, one that sounds a lot like his sex-drenched whisper, and my thighs clench together at the sound. It doesn’t matter that I’d spent the night with him and his bond fucking the life right out of me. It still feels as though it’s been too long since I’ve felt his hands over my body, his tongue working its way across my skin, and his cock driving into my drenched pussy.
His head drops back on his shoulders and his pupils blow out wide, almost looking like his bond’s void eyes. “Whatever you’re thinking about, yes. I’ll give it all to you, just get over here.”
I giggle and shake a finger at him. “I have plans, remember? No matter how much I want you.”
He frowns and moves to stand up, throwing a wrench into the mix because his chest is freaking magnificent. When he bends down to pull on his boxer shorts, I get the full view of his perfectly biteable ass.