Gryphon finally comes to me, dropping the towel away and climbing onto my body, ready to fuck me exactly how I need him to. There’s still an ache inside of me for him, an ache I know won’t ever be fulfilled until I’ve had them all. The use of my Gift has left me feeling empty and needy, desperate for them to help me balance back out.
Gryphon doesn’t waste time, slamming into my abused pussy in one stroke and setting a fierce pace as he pounds into me.
I writhe underneath him, my nipples so sensitive that even the lightest brush of them against his chest has me wanting to weep, and he leans down to whisper in my ear. “Is this greedy Bonded pussy going to come for me too, Bonded? Are you going to squeeze me so tight as you gush for me, stain these sheets with your cum like the perfect Bonded you are?”
I nod, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him in closer as I do exactly as his filthy mouth asks, shaking and sobbing as I come apart.
He murmurs to me, “That’s my good girl,” as he comes too, his hips stuttering a little as he rides out his own waves of pleasure.
I could die happy.
I think I just might.
Gryphon rolls off of me, pulling me with him so that I can curl up on his chest, but North is quick to see just how close to passing out I really am and bullies me into cleaning up first.
Gabe is already snoring on the far side of the bed when I get back in there, his shifting draining the energy out of him. Atlas looks as though he’s minutes away from doing the same. I climb up into the middle and let him pull me into his arms so that we can fall asleep wrapped up in each other.
It’s been too long.
North comes to bed last, leaving the bathroom light on as he makes his way over, and once we’re all settled down, I let myself finally get some rest.
The girl goes off to sleep in our mind, sated and exhausted from the long day and night we’ve had, but there’s an itch under my skin that hasn’t yet been cured.
I need more.
I slip out of the bed, careful not to disturb any of my sleeping Bonded, and step out of the bedroom covered only in one of the robes that my Dark Bonded One had brought here for me, the lapels of it barely covering my chest. I find my Damaged Bonded One stepping out of his room with a book in his hands.
We stare at each other across the hallway.
I want him.
I want his bond to come to my room and fuck me on my bed, to leave his scent behind for me, to use me for his own pleasure until we can fix some of the cracks in the man’s soul. I want all of them, every last piece of each of my Bonded.
His eyes flash black as he looks back at me, but the man fights it, furious that we’re trying to be together now, in this way.
His eyes flash back to blue as he turns away, walking down the hallway, and then I hear the front door slam shut behind him as he leaves us entirely.
I understand why.
I do not like it.
My Dark Bonded One steps out of the bedroom, sliding an arm around my waist as he kisses my neck. “Leave him, Bonded. You don’t need to chase after someone who can’t love you the way you deserve when you have four other Bonded desperate to fulfill your every need.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Oli
I wake up the next morning with more than just the happy feeling of the afterglow. Every muscle on my body is tight, and there's an ache in my thighs from clenching so hard, over and over and over again, that I think I'm going to need to start stretching out after sex if it's going to be like that all of the time now.
There's quiet snores and deep breathing around me as the four of my Bonded who slept here last night all stay asleep, worn out enough that even Gryphon, my early riser, is still here.
I wiggle carefully down to the end of the bed until I can get out without disturbing anyone, tiptoeing quietly to the bathroom and taking a quick shower. North had cleaned me up before tucking me in, but there’s still a feeling of relief at washing away the sweat and residue of our night.
I throw on a pair of old leggings and one of Nox’s jumpers, the only one of my Bonded that had opted out of the sexfest. I'm not surprised at all, but there’s still an ache in my chest for him. I know it’s my bond being pissy at not getting to have him as well.
The jumper is one that he had left behind for me, part of his agreement with North to supply me clothing on the regular if he was not willing to spend more time with me, and even though that should be an insult, I still find it just a little bit endearing. The more time I spend around him, the more that I see through the things that he is doing. Being cruel and unkind to someone for no reason is one thing, but lashing out because of trauma is another, and my own experiences mean that I have a lot more understanding of that than most people. My bond still feels particularly bloodthirsty about whatever the nightmare had been, and I know that there's a good chance that someday we’ll be hunting down some monster for my Bonded.