Forced Bonds (The Bonds That Tie, #4)(86)

I don’t think he’s struggling with the group sex or being put on display the way he will be the moment he steps up to me. Nope, it’s definitely my void eyes and the way my bond keeps demanding things from them all.

He’s loyal to me, to the very end.

I want to take full control of myself again, to reassure him and coax him into giving me what I need, but my bond won’t let go.

It’s waited long enough for them all.

Instead, it reaches into him and calls out to the shifter inside of him, his bond that takes the form of a dragon, and beckons it out to play with us. His eyes begin to burn brighter, shifting to the amber-gold of the dragon, and I inch my way further back onto the bed as he stalks forward to me.

The dragon kisses me like it wants to eat me, none of the playful fun of the man left behind, and it’s not hard to convince the dragon to fuck me.

No, it rears up and away from me for only as long as it takes to tear away the pants and shirt, revealing the body still streaked in blood and dirt.

I want it all.

It fucks me hard and deep, like it wants to tear me in half. I take it all, my body begging for more as my fingernails dig into his back hard enough to draw blood. When his mouth drops down to my shoulder, his teeth pressing into the soft flesh there, I think for a second that he is actually going to take a chunk out of me But as he bites down hard enough to bruise, my pussy clenches around him as I come for him, riding the line between pleasure and pain until I think I might shatter.

He roars as he comes, never breaking the fierce pace his hips have set as he takes his own pleasure in our Bonding. His eyes shift back to the human when he’s done, blinking as though he’s come into the light and isn’t quite sure what’s going on.

I smile up at him like he’s the sun, letting him curl around me for another, far more sedate, kiss.

When Gabe finally steps away, his cheeks still flush as his eyes drift down to my pussy, cum leaking out of me already from where they’ve been pumping me full. I can feel it slipping out, and the memory of North’s bond scooping it up and shoving it back inside of me pops back into my mind.

If I were capable of blushing right now, I would be.

Gryphon finally comes to me, dropping the towel away and climbing onto my body, ready to fuck me exactly how I need him to. There’s still an ache inside of me for him, an ache I know won’t ever be fulfilled until I’ve had them all. The use of my Gift has left me feeling empty and needy, desperate for them to help me balance back out.

Gryphon doesn’t waste time, slamming into my abused pussy in one stroke and setting a fierce pace as he pounds into me.

I writhe underneath him, my nipples so sensitive that even the lightest brush of them against his chest has me wanting to weep, and he leans down to whisper in my ear. “Is this greedy Bonded pussy going to come for me too, Bonded? Are you going to squeeze me so tight as you gush for me, stain these sheets with your cum like the perfect Bonded you are?”

I nod, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him in closer as I do exactly as his filthy mouth asks, shaking and sobbing as I come apart.

He murmurs to me, “That’s my good girl,” as he comes too, his hips stuttering a little as he rides out his own waves of pleasure.

I could die happy.

I think I just might.

Gryphon rolls off of me, pulling me with him so that I can curl up on his chest, but North is quick to see just how close to passing out I really am and bullies me into cleaning up first.

Gabe is already snoring on the far side of the bed when I get back in there, his shifting draining the energy out of him. Atlas looks as though he’s minutes away from doing the same. I climb up into the middle and let him pull me into his arms so that we can fall asleep wrapped up in each other.

It’s been too long.

North comes to bed last, leaving the bathroom light on as he makes his way over, and once we’re all settled down, I let myself finally get some rest.

The girl goes off to sleep in our mind, sated and exhausted from the long day and night we’ve had, but there’s an itch under my skin that hasn’t yet been cured.

I need more.

I slip out of the bed, careful not to disturb any of my sleeping Bonded, and step out of the bedroom covered only in one of the robes that my Dark Bonded One had brought here for me, the lapels of it barely covering my chest. I find my Damaged Bonded One stepping out of his room with a book in his hands.

We stare at each other across the hallway.

I want him.

I want his bond to come to my room and fuck me on my bed, to leave his scent behind for me, to use me for his own pleasure until we can fix some of the cracks in the man’s soul. I want all of them, every last piece of each of my Bonded.

His eyes flash black as he looks back at me, but the man fights it, furious that we’re trying to be together now, in this way.

His eyes flash back to blue as he turns away, walking down the hallway, and then I hear the front door slam shut behind him as he leaves us entirely.

I understand why.

I do not like it.

My Dark Bonded One steps out of the bedroom, sliding an arm around my waist as he kisses my neck. “Leave him, Bonded. You don’t need to chase after someone who can’t love you the way you deserve when you have four other Bonded desperate to fulfill your every need.”





Chapter Twenty-Six