Forced Bonds (The Bonds That Tie, #4)(85)

His eyes flicker under the harsh bathroom lighting, blue, then black, then back to blue again as his bond struggles to the surface. I want to tell him to let it out, to let our bonds be together because they’ve spent an eternity being together and then torn apart, but my bond won’t let me speak.

It’s too busy trying to slide down onto North’s dick.

He yanks a towel off of the rack and then walks us into the bedroom, the motion of his legs moving drops me down just a little more until the tip of his dick slips into my pussy, more of a tease than a relief.

He throws the towel down on the bed, holding me with one arm and a tendril of shadows as I balance there on the tip of his dick, and then lays me out like a buffet he’s planning on gorging himself stupid on, his hands spreading my thighs wide open. He fists himself roughly, sliding his hand up and down his length as he stares down at my wet pussy that’s on display for him.

I might fucking die if he doesn’t give it to me now.

There’s a murmur of voices further down the hallway, the others all in the kitchen eating together and giving North and I space, but I don’t want it. My bond doesn’t want it.

I want them all.

It’s as easy as breathing to beckon them all into my room, to send out a siren’s call that their Bonded needs something from them all. They all move together as one to find me.

Well.

Not all of them.

One of them resists me, but I’m too focused on the others right now to put up too much of a fight about it. Someday, he’ll come to me when I need him. Someday, he won’t resist my call.

Atlas is the first one through the door, his pupils blown wide at my call, and he looks surprised to find North and I still naked here together, but his feet don’t stop as he comes to me. Gryphon is next and he’s not at all surprised, he merely steps into the bathroom and I hear the water turn on as he moves to clean himself up before joining us.

Gabe stops the moment he sees us, and North finally pushes his hips forward, filling me up to the brim and drawing out a low moan from the deepest depths of my chest.

I reach a hand out to Atlas and murmur, my voice stained by the bond, “More. I need more.”

Gabe hesitates on the threshold, one foot still out of the door, and looks at North. “That’s not Oli speaking.”

He replies even as he fucks me in long strokes, never faltering. “It’s not asking for something that Oli wouldn’t want herself. We’re Bonded to both of them. If you don’t want this, then just leave. No one will judge you for going. Especially if you’re concerned about Oli.”

I want to chip in, to tell him that I’m here and I want this. I want everything that my bond is asking for and maybe even more, but my bond has other plans for my mouth, reaching out to grab at Atlas’ pants and help him get them off. He reaches over his head to get his shirt off as well and, being the invincible and untouchable Gifted that he is, there’s barely any sign of the work that we’d done tonight on him.

There’s no damage, only another cock straining towards me as my mouth waters for him. I want the weight of him against my tongue, the grunts and groans that tell me I’m giving him all of the pleasure that my Bonded deserves. And I want to know that he’s eager to give it all back to me.

He looks down at me with hooded eyes, enjoying the sight of my tongue sticking out towards him, lapping against his tip and slowly inching my way down until he’s pushing at the very back of my throat. He reaches out to pinch my nipple, groaning when I moan around him, and when North’s shadow tendrils start to play with my clit, we’re both done for.

I moan and whimper like a harlot, and Atlas really starts fucking my throat, his hips moving faster than North’s as he practically rides my face to get off. I want it so badly. I want to swallow down every drop that he wants to give me. When he pinches my nipple one last time, I come with a gasp, my throat opening up a little more, and he slides in all the way to his public bone as he comes as well, grunting as he shoots straight down my throat.

I swallow every last drop, my bond satisfied for as long as it takes for me to come down from the orgasm. When Atlas pulls away from me to grip my chin with one hand, I smile at him, a little dazed in my afterglow.

He grins back and swoops down to kiss me, chasing the taste of himself on my lips, and I let him lap it up, possessive even in a room full of my other Bonded.

He steps away and into the bathroom, leaving me to focus once again on North, who is still staring down at me like I’m the greatest sight he’s ever seen. I arch my back a little as I reach out to him, giggling as his tendrils wrap around my arms and pull me back down.

“Give me what I want, Bonded,” I whisper, and he leans down to cover me more fully with his body, kissing me with his own dark possession as he takes me higher and higher, his shadows tugging my legs wider and flicking over my clit in the perfect rhythm. Right as he comes, slamming inside of me one last time, I see his eyes shift into the voids, just as my eyes slip shut at my own orgasm.

It’s a little sign that his bond gives me so that I know that it wants me just as desperately as North does.

I know it’s a struggle for North to get up and leave me, to let my other Bonded be with me the way I need them to, and I make my bond press another kiss to his lips before I reach out to Gabe.

My Shifter is still looking a little unsure about this.