Tragic Bonds (The Bonds That Tie #5)(75)

Chapter Twenty-Three





Oli



I wake up in the darkness of the tent, feeling disoriented but content, aware that all of my Bonded are here in the space with me. It’s a rare phenomenon, thanks to Nox’s aversion to sharing my bed back at our house with everyone else, so I let myself enjoy it as I lie there with my eyes shut for a moment.

He’s sleeping closest to the tent’s opening, Procel and Mephis sleeping on top of him with their faces turned towards it as though they’re on high alert for danger. Azrael had also insisted on sleeping at the bottom of my sleeping bag, covering my feet with his wispy body as he guards me obsessively.

My chest still aches at the thought of what I might’ve lost if I hadn’t completed the soul-bonding.

I’m wedged between North and Gryphon, with Atlas and Gabe flanking the two of them. From where my face is pressed into North’s chest, I can see Gabe. He’s snoring just a little, one arm flung over his face and the other splayed out as though he’s searching for me in his sleep. Every inch of my being is content right now, none of the worries of what’s to come filtering into my mind while I’m surrounded by my Bonded.

The hot press of lips against my shoulder startles me out of my relaxed state.

I gasp and jolt a little in North’s arms, and his eyebrows furrow in his sleep, a rough groan rumbling in his chest underneath my ear. I see the white glow of Gryphon’s eyes changing light up the fabric walls of the tent as he calls on his Gift to keep North from waking fully.

A very sneaky use for it.

I carefully unwind myself from North and shift around to face Gryphon, biting back a smile when I see the lascivious grin spread over his lips. I quirk an eyebrow at him, but he just leans forward to kiss me, hot and demanding as he pushes me onto my back and covers my body with his own.

I want to push back against him, to stop him from fucking me in the middle of our Bonded Group while they’re all sleeping, but I’ve missed him and it’s caused an ache in my chest. He’s quick to reassure me.

I can keep them asleep. Come here, Bonded. Get that wet pussy on my face. I want your cum running down my chin.

It feels wrong, so wrong to wriggle out of the sleeping bag and straddle his face, my legs tucked up only inches away from North’s sleeping face, but Gryphon’s tongue is talented enough to distract me from that pretty quickly. His hands are firm on my thighs, holding me down against the assault on my most sensitive flesh as he drives me over the edge and covers himself in my juices.

He’s drenched by the time he’s satisfied, my legs shaking so badly he has to lift me off of his face and maneuver me back underneath him. When he kisses me, I groan softly at the taste of my pussy on his tongue, the way he shares it with me is such an intimate thing.

Almost as intimate as the hot slide of his dick as he impales me with one thrust, driving straight into my pussy as it pulses around him. I’m over-stimulated and sensitive, my clit throbbing at all of the attention he’s given it. When he tilts my hips just right, I almost scream at his hard thrusts against my G spot.

I almost forget we’re not alone.

We could wake them up.

My pussy clenches around the thick length of him inside me, his hips still moving at a lazy grind. I’m not sure which one of us he’s trying to punish with it.

We could wake them all up and make them watch me fuck you. Would you like that, Bonded? Do you want them to watch this gushing pussy get filled up? Or do you want more, Bonded? Do you want all of your Bonded filling your greedy holes up?

Fuck.

That’s exactly what I want.

I want them all at once. I want to tumble into my bed and feel five sets of eyes on my body, five sets of hands touching me and leaving their mark on me, five cocks driving into my body and coming in me, on me, all over me until I pass out a sticky fucking mess. I want so many things that I can’t figure out how to ask for, how to beg them to own me until I’m fucking ruined.

I want it all.

A strangled moan bursts out from between my lips, and he leans forward to cover them with his own, smothering the sound between us. He might have our Bonded sleeping peacefully unaware, but there’s still a whole camp of Gifted outside of these tent walls that could hear exactly what he’s doing to me.

I really don’t want to think about that.

So instead, I think about his hips driving into me, the way his cock is stretching me to my limits, and the dark, filthy promise of his words in my mind until I come again, turning my head to bite his wrist to stop myself from screaming out my pleasure.

His hips stutter at the sharp pain of my teeth in his skin, and he drops down onto his elbow on the other side, tucking his own face into the crook of my neck as he comes as well. I brace myself for him to bite me back, but he just leaves a trail of open-mouthed kisses there, his tongue laving at my skin until I’m squirming on his cock again, ready for round two, just like that.

He lifts up again, glancing down at me with a dazed grin.

My heart stops in my chest.

I blink and it’s gone, but this time, I’m sure I’ve seen it.

His eyes flashed black.

He leans down to kiss me again, but I pull my lips away, only remembering at the last second to speak to him in my mind and not out loud.

Your eyes changed. Gryphon, your eyes turned black!