A whine slips past my lips before I can bite it back, a pure and needy sound. When I try to shove my own hips back for some friction, his fingers bite into my skin, his grip tightening until I’m sure I’ll be covered in bruises.
It feels like a heavy task, like moving through honey or tar, but I force my eyes open to meet North’s eyes in the mirror again. His hips start moving again immediately, driving into me at a fierce pace, giving me everything he has all at once. He’s determined that I’ll take every inch of him as hard as he can give it, I’m sure.
I want to move, to change positions so that I can writhe back against him, to do something. Instead, I stay right where he’s placed me and I watch as he owns my body. And, fuck, does he know how to give me what I need.
I hear the muffled sounds of the others arriving home, the loud noises of Gabe throwing his tools around and Gryphon’s heavy-soled boots as he stomps through the house. My pussy clenches around North’s cock as my bond reaches out to them without my permission with the yearning to have them all and to have them now. Why can’t I be writhing in the middle of them as they worship me in the ways I deserve and—
Bonded, you better get a hold of your bond before we ruin North’s night by coming in there after you.
I gasp and groan at Gryphon’s voice in my head, the sultry and sex-drenched tones pushing me over the edge until I’m biting down hard on my lip to muffle the sounds, the taste of blood flooding my mouth.
I meet North’s eyes in the mirror again. His irises are ringed with black, the last thread of his control pulled taut as he lifts a hand up to smear the blood from my lip with his thumb. I watch in rapt fascination as his eyes flash to fully black and his bond brings the thumb to his lips to lick the blood away.
My own bond pushes at my mind and floods me, clawing its way to the surface, and there’s a short moment that I lose all sense of time and where I am, only the immense sense of pleasure and gratification filling me. Whatever the bonds are doing, my body is enjoying it. When I creep back into my mind I find myself on my knees, a hand on the back of my neck holding my face down into the carpet as North’s bond fucks me as though I’m nothing but a vessel for his pleasure.
I come again, my mind splintering apart at his rough treatment because I know that sometimes worship looks like degradation and, fuck, I crave it.
My bond craves it.
When his hips slam into me one last time, his bond coming with a roar, I shatter into a million pieces right there with him, a breathless gasp falling from my lips as my pussy gushes and drips with his cum. He makes a growling noise as he recovers and pulls out, something definitely not human, and then I feel his fingers on my legs, scooping up his seed and then pushing it back into my body.
My bond preens at the action.
Me? I’m mildly horrified and also very glad we finally got my birth control situation sorted out, because this is a very telling action. North might be all about keeping me happy and child-free, but his bond has other plans.
Note to self: keep North’s bond away from my prescription.
His other hand finally releases the back of my neck, and my bond slips away from me slowly, satisfied with how well I’ve been claimed here. I’m slow to sit up, careful with the tense and tight muscles all over my body. By the time I’m sitting on my heels, North’s eyes have changed back to their usual deep blue hue. His mouth is downturned and his eyes dart over me like he’s looking for some mortal wound he’s sure I have.
“Oleander—”
I hate the guilt in his voice and I cut him off, pleading, “Don’t ruin it. I’m more than fine, and the bonds are both fucking thrilled, so just… let us all have the afterglow, okay?”
He huffs and then stands, unabashedly naked, and pulls me up into his arms to carry me over to the bed. I let him fuss with me until he’s gotten me cleaned up, both of us wrapped up in each other and under the thick duvet that still smells like his manor. He waits until my eyes fall shut before he flicks the lights off and we lie there in the dark together.
It’s quiet for a minute, but even with the decadent thrum of the post-orgasm high still running through my veins, I can’t let myself drift off to sleep.
I clear my throat and croak out, “It feels wrong to be lying here with you, feeling like I’m going to die of pleasure, when Sage is sitting in a cell.”
North is quiet for a moment, thinking about why exactly he’s going to convince me that it’s okay and, honestly, I’m not expecting him to be able to come up with anything.