Unbroken Bonds (The Bonds That Tie #6)(43)

The fact that North is in the center of it, vigorously brawling, is more than a little shocking, however.

If anything, I would have guessed that Gryphon would’ve thrown the first punch at his father, years of resentment finally bubbling to the surface, but our Neuro is the one trying to get North off of the General.

More shadows fall from my body and start cleaning up the mess around us, winding their way around the TacTeam personnel and pulling them all out of the fray. One-by-one, they line the bodies up until they are sweating and shaking in fear by the wall.

North’s shadows are only exacerbating the fight, but when they come across mine, they have no choice but to calm down, secure in the fact that I'm here to help, and they can’t fight against their own, no matter what the situation might be. Without the pressure of the rest of the TacTeams around them, Gryphon manages to pry North off of his father, his hands finally wrenching away from around the General’s throat. The older man makes the sweetest gurgling noises as he gasps for air.

I sidle up beside them. The black stain of my god-bond creeps up my throat, and a smirk stretches across my lips as I see the blood running freely out of his nose. It all makes me look like the demon the General is so sure that I am, and I’m more than happy to play the part.

I wish I could kill the cunt myself.

“Well, well. I didn't think it was possible for someone to goad North into that sort of attack, but I suppose if anyone could do it, it would be you.”

The General stares up at me in pure loathing, and I relish it… right until he opens his fat mouth.

“With any luck, Athena has killed that little bitch bond of yours and we don't have another monster walking around this godforsaken shithole.”

My temper snaps faster than North’s ever has.

The General’s jaw shatters under my fist just as quickly.





CHAPTER THIRTEEN





Oli



I wake to snarling, raised voices and shouting; to the chaos and rage that usually comes with bloodshed. I wake surrounded by shadows and darkness, my head pounding in my ears and my bond reaching out to our Bonded as it keens inside of me. It’s called out to them all as I slept, bringing them in to help with the chasm left inside of me thanks to that god-bond’s soul.

Destroying something like that, something so strong, had sapped away my power and left me an empty shell. I think I would panic about it if my bond didn't have a surefire plan to fix this terrible feeling already in motion, because sending out a siren call to my Bonded to have them come to me is the only path ahead that doesn’t fill me with terror.

I need them to fill me up, to repair the damage, and restore me to my glory. I need them to turn our pleasure into shared power. I need everything from them.

Fingers clasp around my chin and turn my head, lips pressing against my own as a moan escapes me, a needy and desperate sound even to my own ears.

My bond simmers there at the surface, but I stay in control of my limbs, reaching out and wrapping my arms around Gabe’s neck as I pull him into my body.

I’m already naked.

So is he.

Atlas is with us, his body hard and ready where he’s pressed against my back, and another moan squeezes out from between my lips. Their hands are everywhere; their skin is hot against mine as they burn just as brightly for me as I do for them. Fingers squeeze at the soft expanse of my thighs, dipping lower to run through the slick mess between them, groans echoing through the room that I join in with as the fingers push into my dripping pussy.

I want more from them all. I want more hands on my body; I want more fingers and lips and, my God, I want them all to fill me up.

“We will, Bonded. We’re going to give you exactly what you need.”

What I need is to stop all of the talking and get to the part where one of them is fucking me. Or both of them. All of them. I want their skin sliding on mine as they thrust into me. I want to taste their pleasure. I want to take it into myself and become nothing more than their vessel, a vessel to be used for their desires.

There’s a moment when one of them moves away from me, just for a second, but the keening noise I let out has him rushing back to me, soothing words dripping from his lips like honey, warming me to my core as he reassures me.

“I’m not going anywhere, Sweetness. If you want both of us at once, then I need to grab some supplies. It’s okay, I won’t leave. Gabe, you need to fuck her and distract her, otherwise she’s going to hurt herself rushing into shit.”

I’m not though, and I’ll happily take the pain to have them. I’ll take it all—

The sudden thrust of a cock into my gushing pussy is enough to derail my panicked, bond-hazed thoughts. I stop thinking about abandonment, about being bereft without them, about anything except for the delicious stretch as I take Gabe’s cock and the way his hands clasp at my waist and move me up and down the length of him, meeting the thrust of his hips.

It’s exactly what my frantic and crazed mind wants, but after only a few thrusts, my bond kicks in, calling out to them all again as it keens for more. I want to just enjoy my Bonded, to be with each of them and savor the ways that they love me individually, but the chasm inside of me only grows bigger the longer we’re separated.

I need more.

The keening sound fills the room again, my eyes squeezing shut tight as I try to get myself under control. I know they’re all here and that I’ll get what I want, but the pressure inside of me builds until I want to scream and claw my way out of my own skin.