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Forced Bonds (The Bonds That Tie, #4)(98)

Author:J. Bree

His free hand slips down my body slowly, stroking and pinching as he teases out the gasps and moans he wants to hear. By the time he reaches my pussy ,I’m rocking against him, desperate for more friction.

His cock is hard and heavy between my legs, the perfect length for some friction as I slide my pussy against it. His hand reaches around to cup my ass and direct my hips, moving me exactly the way he wants me to.

The water splashes over the edge of the tub as I make waves, my bond not caring in the slightest as it kisses North again. It bites his lip until it draws blood, impatient and demanding.

Give me what I want.

“Then tell me what you want, Bonded. You have to say it.”

I can feel the bond’s frustration, the way it pulls at his bond to get its own way, but North holds strong and refuses to give in to its demanding ways.

“Tell me, Bonded.”

I want to whine at the dark, commanding tone he’s using. I want to submit to him and find myself being fucked roughly against a hard surface somewhere in the house while he shows us both exactly how in control he really is.

My bond likes the power play.

It leans forward until my lips are brushing against his and whispers, “Fuck me now, or I’ll go find one of my other Bonded to have me instead.”

He picks me up, standing in one smooth motion and stepping out of the water without any concern that we’re dripping everywhere. I wrap my legs around him so that I’m secure in his arms, and the move gets my pussy much closer to being impaled by his hot, throbbing cock.

His eyes flicker under the harsh bathroom lighting, blue, then black, then back to blue again as his bond struggles to the surface. I want to tell him to let it out, to let our bonds be together because they’ve spent an eternity being together and then torn apart, but my bond won’t let me speak.

It’s too busy trying to slide down onto North’s dick.

He yanks a towel off of the rack and then walks us into the bedroom, the motion of his legs moving drops me down just a little more until the tip of his dick slips into my pussy, more of a tease than a relief.

He throws the towel down on the bed, holding me with one arm and a tendril of shadows as I balance there on the tip of his dick, and then lays me out like a buffet he’s planning on gorging himself stupid on, his hands spreading my thighs wide open. He fists himself roughly, sliding his hand up and down his length as he stares down at my wet pussy that’s on display for him.

I might fucking die if he doesn’t give it to me now.

There’s a murmur of voices further down the hallway, the others all in the kitchen eating together and giving North and I space, but I don’t want it. My bond doesn’t want it.

I want them all.

It’s as easy as breathing to beckon them all into my room, to send out a siren’s call that their Bonded needs something from them all. They all move together as one to find me.

Well.

Not all of them.

One of them resists me, but I’m too focused on the others right now to put up too much of a fight about it. Someday, he’ll come to me when I need him. Someday, he won’t resist my call.

Atlas is the first one through the door, his pupils blown wide at my call, and he looks surprised to find North and I still naked here together, but his feet don’t stop as he comes to me. Gryphon is next and he’s not at all surprised, he merely steps into the bathroom and I hear the water turn on as he moves to clean himself up before joining us.

Gabe stops the moment he sees us, and North finally pushes his hips forward, filling me up to the brim and drawing out a low moan from the deepest depths of my chest.

I reach a hand out to Atlas and murmur, my voice stained by the bond, “More. I need more.”

Gabe hesitates on the threshold, one foot still out of the door, and looks at North. “That’s not Oli speaking.”

He replies even as he fucks me in long strokes, never faltering. “It’s not asking for something that Oli wouldn’t want herself. We’re Bonded to both of them. If you don’t want this, then just leave. No one will judge you for going. Especially if you’re concerned about Oli.”

I want to chip in, to tell him that I’m here and I want this. I want everything that my bond is asking for and maybe even more, but my bond has other plans for my mouth, reaching out to grab at Atlas’ pants and help him get them off. He reaches over his head to get his shirt off as well and, being the invincible and untouchable Gifted that he is, there’s barely any sign of the work that we’d done tonight on him.