I like this side of his control issues.
“Stop telling me what I deserve and give it to me instead. I’m just about ready to cuss you out and find someone else to make me come.”
His eyebrow rises at the taunt, but when I grin at him, enjoying the hell out of this, the shadow over my wrist finally tugs my hand away from him. Before I have a chance to pout about it, his hips finally pull back fully and then he’s slamming into me; no gentle easing into it.
I never really wanted gentle.
I want desperate and raw. I want to know that they’ve been craving me just as badly as I’ve needed them. I want to know that the great councilman North Draven has been dreaming of what my pussy would feel like and that having it now is everything he’s ever wanted.
I want to be the center of his fucking world, the only thing that matters to him.
He feels bigger inside of me, the girth of him stretching me almost to the point of pain but riding the line instead until I’m sure I’m about to feel him between my legs for days. That feels right to me. It feels as though that’s exactly how things should be between us.
If only I could make him feel the same way.
The long tendrils of smoke around my body move me until I have my thighs wrapped around North, his arms braced over me and my arms splayed out wide. His eyes can’t stop moving between the pleasure on my face, my lips bitten raw and my hooded eyes, and the enticing way that my tits move with every one of his thrusts.
One of the shadows slips over my clit as it moves my hips, adjusting me so that North’s strokes can go even deeper until I feel as though he’s about to come out of my throat. How the fuck did I survive without this? How did I go so long sleeping with this man wrapped around me and not inside of me?
How could I have ever been scared of this?
His strokes are even and deep, his hips are sure in their movement, and with every minute, I can feel my body climbing higher and higher. I can’t even attempt to bite back the whimpers of pleasure, the sounds of the almost-pain I’m in with overstimulation.
I need more.
I pull my wrist against the shadow, sharp enough that North’s eyebrows drop down as he frees my hand. Before he has the chance to do something insane, like stop, I grab the back of his neck to drag his lips down to mine, tilting my hips more to meet his thrusts as I hitch my legs higher on his waist.
He groans into my mouth, his eyes squeezing shut as his movements get more frenzied and rough. I dig my nails into his nape, and the tendrils of smoke tighten around my thighs until I’m sure I’ll be waking up bruised with his marks.
When his hips slam into me one last time, locking us together as we both finally break apart, the relief and euphoria flood me. His eyes shift, but the ecstasy stays on his face as he stays in control.
My own bond reaches out to touch his, but not the same rough claiming it had done with Gryphon. It feels more like two halves of a soul coming together again.
Like my bond has known about him forever and been waiting to feel whole again. Like the shadows have gone feral waiting for me and now that we’re together again, maybe the storm in North’s heart will calm.
I hope he can finally have some peace.
He leans down to press our foreheads together, and then his voice sounds in my head. I have been waiting for you forever, little Bonded.
My pussy tightens around him because there’s nothing so arousing as a sex-drenched confession straight into your very consciousness.
I waited for you too. I waited for all of you.
I know there’s a good chance that Gryphon is listening to us both right now as well. I haven’t figured out how to shield my inner thoughts from him yet without blocking him out entirely, and I think he’d have an aneurysm if I pulled that on him again right now, but he’s good about leaving this moment alone.
There’s no stampede of Bonds arriving outside the door either, no one trying to interrupt this moment, which makes me think that maybe they were all expecting for this to happen. Whether through placating my bond or if North’s revelation about what my motives were made it obvious that he was going to do whatever he had to to tie himself to me once I returned home.
Now I just have to deal with whatever power surge I end up with and try not to fry any poor, unsuspecting people who don't deserve it.
North turns to lie down on the sheets next to me, not caring at all that they’re a bit gross now. “You won’t. Stop thinking about it. If there’s anything that I’m sure about, Oleander, it’s that you’re not going to hurt anyone. You’re not a monster.”