Tragic Bonds (The Bonds That Tie #5)(40)

“What do you want, Sweetness? I could stay here and eat you out all night if that’s what you want.”

Yes. No. Fuck. I don’t know what I really want right now, especially not when he gets right back to work with his tongue.

I could do this all night… except there’s nothing quite like being stretched open wide by my Bonded’s cock, and the idea of missing out on that tonight doesn’t sit well with me.

I reach down to run my fingers through his hair, waiting until his eyes meet mine. “I want more. I need you to fuck me.”

He doesn’t need to be asked twice.

I find myself being lifted and flipped over, a quick kiss from Atlas before he gets me on my knees in front of him, and a hand running down my ass as he enjoys the view.

I look over my shoulder at him with a grin that slides off my face and tumbles into a moan as he lines himself up, pushing in as his eyes squeeze shut.

“So fucking tight, Sweetness. This pussy was made for me.”

I flush with pleasure, but his words only remind me that I have another Bonded here with us, splayed out and leaning against the headboard as he watches Atlas take me.

I want them both.

“You can fuck my face if you want to,” I say with a grin, enjoying the way Gabe smirks back at me with a light in his eyes at the thought of getting his dick sucked.

It’s still such a novel thing for him.

It makes me lightheaded, just a little giddy at the thought of all of the things that we get to experience together, all of the things that will only belong to the two of us and no one else.

Atlas catches my chin in his hand, turning my face so he can kiss me one last time before I drop down onto my hands, glancing up at Gabe through my lashes as I open my mouth for him.

He doesn’t waste time.

Gabe groans and thrusts deep into my throat, all the way down until I’m fighting my reflexes so that I don’t choke on the length of him. I love it, love the burn of it, love the way that tears spring into my eyes and run down my cheeks as he mutters and moans under his breath about how perfect my mouth feels around his cock.

More.

I want to ignore it. I want to ignore the dark whispers of my bond in my mind so badly because this moment should just belong to me and my Bonded, but there’s a part of me that knows that we’ll always be sharing these moments. Also the allegiance that my bond had shown to me when Jericho had talked about it killing me had sort of changed things a little as well.

I think I trust it more now.

I’m also completely aware that it could’ve been lying, and I might be a naive idiot about to be killed off by the god that shares my body… the damned vessel.

Gabe’s fingers curl around my chin as his hips pull away from me, tilting my head up as he wipes the tears away from my cheeks with a scowl. “What’s happened, Bonded? What’s going on in that head of yours?”

His fingers are soft as they stroke over my cheek and my eyes flutter shut at his gentle care. There’s a quiet possessiveness in the way he’s handling me, no hesitation as he pulls me back up so that I’m kneeling, Atlas’ cock still hot and hard as he pumps slowly, lazily into my body, and then he catches my lips once again. He can’t stop touching me, his hands running over my body as he memorizes every little freckle and scar there as though we haven’t already spent hours doing it alone together. He’s just as obsessed with me as I am with him, and it only makes my bond purr with happiness in my chest.

Atlas’ fingers bite into the soft skin of my hips, his movements speeding up as we both race towards our peaks, ready to tumble over the edge together. When it becomes clear that I’m too distracted to really keep up with his kiss, Gabe pushes me back down onto my hands with a firm but gentle hand.

I open my mouth back up wide for his cock to slip back into my mouth and down my throat, groaning as the salty taste of his precum slips over my tastebuds. The only thing my bond wants more than to have my Bonded coming down my throat is them filling my pussy up, and there’s no way I could fit two of them in me at once.

Not that I can think of that right now with them both inside of me like this.

When it’s clear that Atlas is getting close, one of his hands slips down to where we’re joined, his fingers running through my juices as they gush down my thighs before he rubs my clit, pushing me to follow him over the edge. My whimpers are muffled thanks to Gabe’s cock, and my arms begin to shake as I attempt to keep myself upright even as my body turns into liquid.

A few more pumps and Gabe comes with a groan, his hips stuttering as he pushes in deeper, and I have to swallow around the girth of him so that I don’t choke, listening to Gabe’s groans turn into moans at the sensations as my throat works him over.

I glance up in time to see Gabe’s eyes flash to amber, but they’re different this time.

They’re darker.

Definitely not voids, there’s no extra being living under his skin, but the warm honey color has deepened into a burnished brass. Something is changing in him, our Bonding has shifted some part of his Gift, and now he’s becoming more than he once was.

More than the other Gifted will ever be.

A shiver runs down my spine at the sound of my bond in my head, the words rattling around in the space that feels emptied out thanks to the ripples of pleasure still working their way down to my toes.

I probably should take more notice of what it said, the puzzle pieces clicking together, but with two naked Bonded in my bed gearing up for round two already, I don’t have time for that.