A handy little trait to have.
My eyes drift shut, my hands clasped over my stomach, and I let myself work through the plans for tomorrow to prove Sage’s innocence.
I can’t think about any other option here.
I hear North collect my plate when he’s finished eating, pressing a kiss to my forehead, but I keep my eyes shut with a quietly murmured, Thank you. I could fall asleep here, just slip away into blissful nothingness and forget about everything that is hanging over my head… except the moment I think that, I’m ravaged by guilt and my eyes flutter back open.
What else can I be doing right now for Sage?
Nothing. There’s nothing you can do for her, just get some rest, Bonded, Gryphon sends straight into my brain, always meddling in my goddamn head, and I ignore him entirely.
If someone doesn’t tell me how to block him soon, I’m going to fling myself directly into the sun. It’s too freaking embarrassing to go on like this forever.
North ignores the crisis I’m so very clearly having when he comes back into the room, instead making a beeline for the bathroom and leaving the door open as he turns the shower on. I don’t know if it’s an invitation to join him or not but, hell, is it tempting.
Except the guilt starts up again, and I find myself glued to the bed, listening to him thoroughly clean away the horrors of the day as the scents of his signature soaps and hair care products waft through to me like a siren's call.
When he slips out of the bathroom wearing nothing but one of his giant, luxurious towels wrapped around his waist, I swallow roughly at the sight of him, my throat drying up and the guilt tripling because of my insanely lust-filled reaction to him.
His hair is still wet, dripping just a little, and the easy curls make him look even more like Nox than he usually does. I mean, they’re similar at the best of times, very clearly brothers, but the curls just make it more of a slap in the face.
He watches me as my eyes practically assault his body, every inch of him a pathway paved directly to hell for me because I would give up anything for this man. I would give up anything for any of my Bonds.
“Come here, Oleander,” he says, his voice a low and dark demand, and my body complies without any sort of direction from me.
When I get to him, instead of pulling me into his arms like I assume he’s going to, North grabs my arm to pull me in front of him. I finally notice the mirror he’s got hanging on the back of the open bathroom door, a full length one that is taller than he is. He waits until I’m settled there with my eyes on him before he drops his towel and kicks it away. I can’t see him, my back is to him and my body is in the way of his reflection, but I can feel the heat of his erection against my back.
I want to drop to my knees and suck him off here but when I make as if I’m going to move, his grip on my arm tightens.
Instead, he tugs on the edges of the tank top I’m wearing, pulling at it and feeling how much give the fabric has before he finally grabs my hips to move me closer to the mirror. He’s so much taller than me that I can watch his facial expressions as he fusses with me, positioning me exactly where he wants me, and then he’s back to messing around with my tank top. I’m expecting him to just pull it off and be done with it, but he doesn’t.
The armholes are big enough that he can pull them until the edges meet at the center of my chest, my tits popping out and my nipples pulling in tight as the cool air of the room hits them directly. His eyes lap the sight up, darkening with need as he fists the fabric and pulls it tighter, dragging me back until I’m pressed firmly against him.
“I’m going to fuck you here, and you’re going to watch me take you. You’re going to watch every last thing I do to you.”
I let my head drop back a little, my eyes staying obediently on his as I swallow roughly with a little nod. I want nothing more than to just… let him. To be used by him, to stand here and comply with his every whim, knowing that he’s going to take care of me while he does it.
And he does.
My shorts are slipped down my legs and his fingers are teasing my pussy, all the while his eyes stay hot and dark on mine. With his other hand, he tweaks at my nipples, tugging and pinching as I ride that line between pleasure and pain beautifully under his intensely watchful eye. He knows my every tell, all of the little reactions I give him as he plays me perfectly, and within a few minutes, I’m begging him for more, more, more.
The stretch as he pushes his cock inside of me is everything, everything, and sparks of pleasure start at my pussy and work their way over my entire body. My eyes roll up into my head and his hips immediately stop moving, his voice a rough demand when he snaps, “Eyes on me, Bonded.”