The end of the bed opens and a TV slowly rises up out of freaking nowhere.
“You have too much money. Seriously, that is ridiculous! Why not just have it on the wall like the rest of the bedrooms?”
He shrugs and goes about meticulously stripping out of his suit, firmly distracting me from my outrage. “It would ruin the room. Besides, it’s fun to watch you freak out about simple things.”
Chapter Thirteen
Oli
I fall asleep watching the world’s most boring documentary because North refuses to watch trashy reality TV with me. I only suggested it in the first place to test just how far I could push his kindness. His retaliation of an old man droning on about deforestation was brutal.
I wake hours later in total darkness, and at first I think that I’ve jumped into another of my Bond’s minds without intending to. It takes me a minute to realize that I’m not dreaming, that there’s a warm body lying against my back with hands wandering over my body and a hard dick rubbing against my ass.
Is it strange that I can already tell which one of my Bonded it is? Because it’s definitely Gryphon. The way he moves is like night and day to North. My brain takes a little longer to process what’s happening and so instead of pointing out to him that this is someone else’s bed and he for sure cannot be teasing me like that, I arch back against him, enjoying the grunt he lets out as my ass grinds down on his dick.
Then his fingers slip into the front of the silky pajama shorts North had dressed me in and plunge straight into my pussy, barely checking to see if I was actually wet or not.
I am dripping, just for the record.
My bond seems to think that merely being around my Bonded is enough of an aphrodisiac. I’m finding myself permanently ready for either one of them, which feels like it’s going to be a problem for me. I can’t spend my whole life panting after these men.
I need some autonomy again, dammit.
“Don’t think about it,” he murmurs, and before I can snap at him and point out how freaking impossible that is, he kisses me again until my bond floods my head with a chant of yes, yes, yes like the needy bitch it is. If he wants to get me off in front of North as some sort of apology, I guess that’s fine. It’s not like they haven’t both seen me come, or heard the sounds I make. It’s dark enough that neither of them should be able to see the mess I am.
I let him say everything he needs to say to me in the way that he worships my body.
It’s probably not a good thing, and something I should not let slide in the future because it’s me coming up against five strong-minded, alpha men. They’ll walk all over me if I let them, but for tonight, I’m still recovering from the power surge, and I just want to feel something.
I just want to feel how much my Bonded needs me.
So I let him kiss me until I forget where we are and who else is here. I forget my own damn name, and I let our bonds come up to the surface to be with each other again.
It strikes me somewhere in the back of my mind that I’ll have to think about later, that this feels different than when my bond was with North’s.
But the moment I think about anything that might draw me out of this moment, Gryphon changes things up, the pace or the position or how far down my body his hands are working. When he turns me over to start kissing down my back, I’m forced back into the present and the fact that there is, in fact, a third person in this bed.
I should not enjoy the feel of North’s eyes on my body this much, watching everything that Gryphon is doing, but when our eyes collide, a whimper tumbles out of my lips at the flare of heat I find there. He’s enjoying the show we’re putting on for him, not an ounce of jealousy in him, but a need that’s building up instead. A need to have me under him as well.
Gryphon moves us both, just enough that he can look at the expression on my face, and his eyes twinkle as he grins. “You wanna be watched? You want him seeing you come all over my cock, gushing down my legs and screaming my name, baby? I thought I was pushing your boundaries here, but you need it… Don’t you, Bonded?”
My eyes roll up into the back of my head and his lips wrap around my earlobe, his teeth sharp as they tug on it, and if this is how I die, then I will gladly go.
“Don’t be so dramatic, Bonded. Like we’d ever let you leave us again. You’ll have one of us with you at all times from now on.”
Fuck.
I really need to figure out how the hell to keep him out of my head, but as his fingers slip into the front of my silky sleep shorts again, it doesn’t seem like much of a priority anymore.