Forced Bonds (The Bonds That Tie, #4)(32)

Jesus Christ.

I get the fuck out of there before I disgrace my family name, grabbing a towel and quickly drying myself off. My bond pulls and tugs at my chest to get back to Oli, but I force my body to just stand there and get a hold of myself. I’m not about to make a dick of myself. I’m not about to freak her the hell out by charging in there and… fuck, okay, I can’t think about the shit I want to do to her right now while I’m trying to calm down.

I wrap the towel around my waist and walk back into the bedroom, planning on grabbing clothes from my bag that’s waiting for me there, but as soon as I lay eyes on my Bond, I’m done for. She’s sitting on the bed, her knees pulled up to her chest, and the ravenous look in her eyes as she takes me in stops me short.

I wonder how she tastes.

I want to know what her thighs feel like around my head or how her face looks when she comes or, fuck, what happens when her bond comes out to join in.

Weeks of living in close quarters with her mean I already know what she sounds like when she comes. I want to know if she’ll make those same noises or if I can draw some new ones out of her. I want to know what edges I can push her to and which ones are worth tipping her over into a pool of writhing bliss.

My bond rages inside my chest for her, pushing and snarling like a rabid beast, and I can feel the urge to shift beating down on me. I need to be the predator, to wear the skin of what hides inside me, because she’s always been the ultimate prey for me.

I make it to the bed in three steps and Oli rises to her knees to meet me, her hands sliding into my wet hair without hesitation as she drags my lips to hers. I’ve kissed her a hundred times before, every make out session I could possibly fit in around the chaos of our lives while she was getting her feet here, but this feels different.

There’s nothing to stop us from being together.

I feel like I should say something, ask her one last time if she’s sure, but when she breaks away from my lips, it’s only for as long as it takes her to tug my jersey off, all of her perfect skin on display, and then she’s kissing me again as she shoves the sweatpants down her legs, moving awkwardly to let them fall away.

I unhook my towel with a rough tug, glad that I don’t need to think about buttons or zippers right now because they’re beyond my capabilities.

Fuck, she feels so good.

I push her back and climb onto the bed, right on top of her, without breaking the kiss. Even with the frenzied motions of her hands as she maps out my back, she’s not in a rush to break that connection between us, and I use it to my advantage.

Mostly by telling my dick and my bond to calm the fuck down.

It takes me a minute, but once I’ve wrestled my bond back into submission, I move to kiss down her neck to the delicate skin of her shoulder, sucking and biting as I listen to her breath hitch in her throat. The more slow and careful attention I give her, the more languid but pent-up her body becomes.

It’s fucking addicting.

I work my way down her chest, fighting with myself over whether to savor the moment or just rush to get to where I really want to be. Which, for the record, is between those perfectly creamy thighs of hers, with her ankles locked somewhere around my ears.

When I get to her hips, nipping at the bones there and licking the little indentations I’m leaving behind to soothe the ache, she stills for a second, her legs tensing up. I stop, glancing up to see what’s spooked her so I can murder it because I do not want to be stopped right now. Not when I’m this goddamned close to finally tasting this pussy I’ve dreamed of.

She gives me a rueful grin and shrugs. “I’m just telling my bond to go to hell. It wants out to play with you, but I want this first.”

Oh, fuck yeah.

I like that a hell of a lot.

“Tell it ‘maybe next time’. Like, about ten minutes after this time is over.”

Her laugh is like music to my ears, all breathless and excited, and I wait until she relaxes back down against the pillows before I duck back down to finally get what I want, to eat her out the way I’d promised her months ago when I’d first shown her my shift. Fuck, and it’s everything I always wanted.

I don’t know if it’s because she’s my Bond, but I can read her like a book, testing out every little movement and swirl of my tongue against her clit until she’s writhing and moaning loudly enough that I’m glad we’re here alone.

I don’t want anyone else hearing this moment between us—it belongs to me.

My own groans of pleasure vibrate through the very center of her body and she begins to pant, her hands rough as she fists my hair and tugs at me like she’s trying to get my face even closer to her core.

As her body begins to shake, I feel her bond come to the surface and coax mine out. Our Bond isn’t complete yet, but the process is starting. I can feel it come alive in every inch of my body. I have to bite the inside of my cheek until I taste blood so I don’t ruin everything right now. The sensations are almost too much, like I should have waited to make her come until I was inside of her first, but the sounds she makes and the way she moves her hips against my face is fucking addicting.

I want to die like this.

“Gabe, please, I need more. I can’t… my bond needs more,” she gasps, and I pull away from the soaking mess I’ve made of her pussy to look at her again. Her hair is spread out over the pillows like a silky, silver fan, and her cheeks are flushed beautifully. Her lips are red from where she’s been biting them, pouty and abused in the best way. I want to remember this moment for the rest of my goddamned life.