Unbroken Bonds (The Bonds That Tie #6)(16)

He’s done waiting.

It’s a good thing I’m done fighting this as well.

With a single hand wrapped around my thigh, the god-bond lifts me up and crushes me into his chest with the other, his lips crushing down onto mine in a biting claim of a kiss. There’s a stark difference between the man and the bond. The ways they move are nothing more than an echo of each other. I find myself desperate to know how far those differences go.

Will they fuck differently too?

Will he eat me out like Gryphon does, as though he’s a starved man who needs the taste of me to survive?

“Yes, to all of it. I will give you everything you want and need, Bonded,” he murmurs into my ear, barely louder than the sound of my heart thumping in my chest as he walks us around to the other side of my monstrously huge bed.

A shiver runs down my spine at the feel of his breath against my neck. It’s a simple seduction that I’m not sure he even realizes he’s doing, but it has me wiggling in his arms all the same. I want to feel that breath lower, over my chest and my nipples, the planes of my belly, between my thighs. Fuck, I want to feel it on every inch of my skin as he explores and claims this version of me.

I want to be his favorite vessel.

I want him to love me like he loves my bond. I want him to be desperate for us both, to hunger for my attention as much as the god’s within me.

I want everything.

The god-bond spreads me out onto the bed carefully, tugging at my clothes in a rough demand until I’m naked for him, his eyes roaming over me as though he’s committing every little freckle and dimple to memory. I don’t feel shy about it either. I stretch out and arch my back a little, smiling at the way his eyes glue themselves to the swell of my breasts as I move.

He undresses in a frenzy of tearing fabrics and buttons popping away from their stitching, as though the very idea of unzipping and carefully disrobing is an insult to both of us and our Bond.

It’s nothing I haven’t seen a hundred times before and touched and tasted and worshiped in my own way, but it’s still a sight to see.

Gryphon always has been too perfect for words.

The Soothsayer leans down to kiss me again, one hand on the bed and the other coming up to wrap around my throat again, almost as if he’s afraid I’m going to try to run away from him.

I couldn’t even if I tried.

He moves his weight onto his knees and then his fingers dip into my pussy as he bites at my lip, impatient and greedy to fill me up, to claim me, to own my pleasure and feed it to me at his leisure. I moan, and he breaks away, biting and sucking his way down my neck to my chest with his own noises of pleasure at the softness of my skin.

There’s a rustling sound from the corner, and I remember that we’re not alone, my eyes snapping open and finding my Bonded in the darkened room.

Nox’s eyes smolder back at me from the corner, and I turn my face more towards him, my lips parting on a low moan as the god-bond’s fingers tighten around my throat. He watches it all, his eyes dark as he takes it all in. I’m laid out here on display for his viewing pleasure except… I want more. I want them both. Fuck, I want them and their bonds and mine. I want it all.

The god-bond’s fingers tighten even more, flexing until I’m gasping for breath as my pussy clenches around his fingers as he pumps them in and out, hooking them to graze over that spot inside of me that makes me want to scream.

I don’t even have the chance to wish for more before his fingers are slipping out of me, my legs spread apart by his thighs as he pushes the thick length of his cock inside of me. He anchors himself on the hand around my throat, his fingers flexing in time with the pumping of his hips until I’m a shaking mess.

Every inch of his body is commanding me, owning me, using me for his pleasure even as he gives me even more of that same intoxicating pleasure.

I need more.

“Not the vessel.”

It’s Gryphon’s voice, but still, they’re not his words. I could argue with him if I could speak, but I’m still fighting for air in the best way, choking on my own bliss as he finally eases up just a little and the rush of oxygen hits me. The only way to describe the feeling is euphoria, ecstasy. I come so hard my vision whites out as my juices run down my legs.

“I’m here for her, not to follow your orders. If she wants me, then you’ll just have to deal with it. She calls the shots here, not you,” Nox drawls, and it’s a tempting offer.

Tempting to ever think I’m calling the shots between us.

That’s just never been our dynamic, never been the way that we’ve fit together at all. He’s been in charge, the one pushing at me and pulling away, always pulling away. In the descent from the tallest heights that my orgasm had taken me, I feel tears prick at the edges of my eyes.

The god-bond sees it all.

Not just the tears, no. He sees everything inside of my head clearly. I might as well be an open book written just for him, every thought and feeling and even slightest whim is there for him to see.

He does a lot with that information.

The moment my legs stop shaking, he pulls away from me, ignoring the whimper that tumbles out of my lips as he grabs my ankles to drag me to the edge of the bed, dropping to his knees and tugging my legs open until my pussy is spread wide underneath his intense gaze. There’s no questioning if he likes what he sees. His eyes drink me in as though to him, I’m the last glass of water in the desert.