He leans over me, ignoring the careful way that Gryphon is watching him, and his fingers trace over my face carefully before he kisses me, deep and sure, like he’s chasing the taste of himself. It’s hot as fuck and my hands drift into his hair as I kiss him back with as much fire as I can muster after having the life fucked out of me by them both.
I feel the moment the bond slips away and leaves North behind, but he doesn’t break away from my lips until he’s had his own turn. I sigh when he finally pulls away, stretching out next to me and curling an arm behind his head.
It’s quiet for one blissful moment between the three of us, I’m completely content, and then North and his big, bossy mouth ruin it.
“Get up and go to the bathroom.”
I huff at him and turn towards Gryphon, giving him the cold shoulder in the most literal sense of the term. “Stop worrying about your sheets, they’re already ruined. I just wanna sleep; leave me alone.”
He slides a palm under my arm and levers me into a sitting position like I’m made out of air, not at all listening to my demands. “You’ll regret it when you get a UTI. Just go pee, and then you can spread out all you want.”
I huff at him and throw a pillow at his head while my face heats up. “Never say the word ‘pee’ to me again, Draven, or I’ll go find somewhere else to sleep.”
Gryphon chuckles as he bends down to pull his boxers back on. “You should be glad he’s not insisting on following you in there to watch.”
I immediately regret fucking the both of them, both separately and together.
Once I’ve peed and washed up, trying not to wince at just how abused my pussy is feeling after coming that many times and taking Gryphon’s dick until I was goddamned rubbed raw, I take a small moment to breathe before stepping back out into the dark bedroom. I want to leave the bathroom light on so I don’t bump into every piece of furniture between here and the bed, but then North raises his palm and August appears, trotting over to me in his full Doberman size.
I make an embarrassing squeaking noise as I drop down onto my knees to give him all of the love he deserves.
“Dogs do not belong on the bed, even ones made out of shadows,” Gryphon grumbles, and I scoff at him.
I speak in my puppy-love voice as I reply, “And for that, August can sleep on your side and you can cuddle with him instead of me. You love cuddles, don’t you, baby? Yes, you do. Let’s get your brother out too, let him have some snugs too.”
When I lift Brutus out of my hair, he doesn’t snap or fight with August for my attention, both of them now very secure in my love because they know I’ll give it equally to both of them.
I turn the bathroom light off and let the puppies lead me over to the bed safely, their heads butting into me when I get too close to sharp edges and Gryphon’s boots. Neither North or Gryphon argue about me having the creatures wrapped around my legs, and August even rests his head against North’s thigh in the most affectionate gesture I’ve ever seen between the two of them.
Maybe I can fix whatever issue North has with his creatures.
I fall asleep with Gryphon warm against my back and North’s hand resting under my cheek, his thumb tracing over my face in rhythmic strokes that send me off to a peaceful and dreamless slumber.
I wake up after the threesome of my wildest dreams feeling like myself again, finally.
So much so that I spend a good twenty minutes staring at North’s sleeping face and trying to figure out how the hell he went from barely tolerating me to being all in on the Bonded front. I mean, that’s not even the strangest thing that’s happened in the last few days of the recovery fog but staring at his long, sooty eyelashes as they rest against his high cheekbones I can forget about it for now. I’ve never really let myself look at him for this long and never this close before, so the image distracts me for a good three seconds before the rest of the ‘what the fuck’ situations filter into my head.
Like the whole waking up in Atlas’ head mess. I really need to figure out what the fuck happened there without actually telling anyone about it because they will freak—
“What the hell do you mean you woke up in Bassinger’s head?”
Fuck.
A frown appears between North’s eyebrows the moment he wakes up, and I elbow Gryphon in the ribs, both for doing that and for meddling in my head again.
He grunts and catches my elbow, turning me slightly to face him more fully. “It’s not meddling, you’re practically screaming in my ear with your thoughts. It woke me up. I’m not doing it on purpose.”