I frown back at him, but he tugs my face down to his, sealing his lips over mine and sweeping me up into a devouring kiss. It’s a distraction, or an attempt at one, because there’s no part of me that could possibly have my attention diverted away from the other man in the room.
Goosebumps burst out over my skin at the feel of his eyes on me, a searing brand of heat, and my back arches involuntarily. My bond reaches out to his in the darkness of the room and tugs him over to the bed; a siren’s call he cannot resist.
I wonder how much he can see in the darkness without his eyes shifted, if he can actually see my pussy spread open wide for him, glistening with the evidence of the intoxicating sex I’d just had with his best friend. I groan and bury my face in Gryphon’s chest, my back arching even more, and one of Gryphon’s hands fists in my hair to keep me there.
I feel like an offering, a sacrifice. If I’d thought being used by North’s bond was hot, then it has nothing on this. My Bonded offering me up to my damaged Bond. Carefully drawn lines and silent negotiations where the commodity is me, my bond, and my pussy.
It’s silent for a minute as he stands there and stares into the darkness.
Then I hear the sounds of him unbuckling his belt, his pants sliding to the ground and the soft rustling sounds of his shirt being discarded. I want to turn to look at him. I want to see whether he’s turned on or if he’s staring at me like he wants to destroy me.
I almost come just from thinking about it, the anticipation is enough to have me groaning into Gryphon’s kiss, and my hips begin to move by themselves.
He takes a second to kneel on the bed, one leg on either side of mine, and there’s no mistaking the heat of his erection as it slides against my ass, dipping down to drag over my pussy until he’s coated in the wetness there. I push back against him with a gasp, but he shifts away from me, totally in control of this moment and not willing to let me take anything right now.
Not even the pleasure that both our bonds are so desperate for.
So I hold myself still like a good little Bonded, waiting not so patiently until he decides to give in. God, I hope he’ll give in and fuck me, propped up over another of my Bonded like a spectacle.
After what feels like an age, he slides into my pussy, Gryphon’s cum spilling out of me a little and dripping down my legs. I whimper at the loss of it, my bond writhing in my chest for more, more, everything. Give it all to me.
His fingers bite into my hips as he holds me there for a minute, impaled on the impressive length of him, until I think I’m going to have to beg him to move. Then, finally, his hips get to work. He’s brutal, nothing about this is a loving Bonding, but I’m moaning like a wanton. Gryphon's hand flexes in my hair, his body reacting to mine. It’s too dark for him to be able to see much, but the sounds that we’re making are enough to have him ready for round two.
If I wasn’t so terrified of interrupting Nox and losing this moment, I’d demand they both fuck me together, fill me up with their cocks at the same time until I was ready to burst. Fuck, I want to feel them both moving inside of me and drawing me closer and closer to oblivion until I’m nothing but a writhing mess between their bodies.
I want more.
I feel Nox shift, the moment that his bond takes over, and he bends over my back until he can get a hand around my throat and pull me back up against his chest, away from my Bonded, in a clear act of possession. I catch the look of concern on Gryphon’s face as my eyes slip shut, my pussy clenching around Nox’s cock as his hips still drive into me at a brutal pace.
His lips touch mine.
I sometimes forget that he was the first of my Bonds that I ever tasted. He was the very first of them all to kiss me, by force, but my bond had pushed towards him as desperately that day as it pushes against my skin now. I want the bond… I want him as well. Nox and his bond, I want them both, and it kills me to think that way. What has he done to deserve that sort of longing from me?
More than I’d like to admit.
More than most of my Bonded would admit as well, since everyone but maybe North is completely over his attitude, but the more that he says to me, the more that I feel like I can see behind the curtain.
The fingers around my throat flex again, drawing me back into the moment and away from all of my thoughts of my dark and broken Bond. I kiss him back with the same fire that he kisses me with, my tongue stroking over his as I claim him as one of my Bonded, the man and the god that lives inside him. Even if it’s paving my path to hell, then I guess I’m on my way down there with a smile and a fucking amazing orgasm.
One of his hands slips down to my throbbing clit, circling it with the sort of practiced ease that comes from lifetimes of us worshiping each other, our bonds two halves of the same whole. He’s come back to me after a lifetime away, and I whimper desperately.
He pulls back just far enough that I can see his void eyes again, his face still that blank slate that says Nox isn’t in control right now at all, and then he breathes against my lips, “Mine.”
I come again, gushing down my thighs and his until the sounds our bodies make as we move together becomes obscene. He tumbles over the edge after me, coming with a roar that doesn’t sound human at all, that same otherworldly voice that his brother’s bond has.
I’m a gasping mess as my bond curls itself around his, binding us together, and everything feels right.
Perfection.
A void I didn’t know existed inside of me knits itself back together until I’m whole. For the first time in my existence I can breathe properly, my lungs at full capacity after a lifetime of just scraping by.
I’m vaguely aware of Gryphon pulling me back down into his arms, cradling me against his chest as he soothes away the trembling that overtakes me with his big, calloused hands. Every inch of my body is hypersensitive, my thighs clenching together as my pussy throbs with the aftershocks of the Bonding.
I could die happy now.
I could walk into any Resistance camp and destroy them all; a weapon that’s been forged in fire and come out deadlier than ever.
I feel it the moment Nox takes control of his body again, his eyes shifting back to the same deep blue hue as North’s, and I want to whimper as he sits up, flinging his legs off the side of the bed as he gets up. I start to rationalize that of course that’s what’s going to happen, and I’m absolutely fine right now, but Gryphon has other plans.
“Lie down. You’re not going anywhere until her nesting is done. If you can’t hack it, then let your bond out again.”
Nox opens his mouth, but Gryphon cuts him off without letting him utter a word. “It’s not up for discussion. If you step away from this bed, I will drag you back.”
I barely breathe, so sure that I’m about to watch the two of them fight to the death right here in front of me, and I’m suddenly glad that my other Bonded are close by.
I’ll need the backup.
It takes a full minute, but Nox’s eyes shift back to black, then he climbs back onto the bed, facing me without touching me at all. He stares at me, his face blank and his eyes unblinking as his bond takes up watch.
It’s a start.
Not a great one, but it’s something.
Chapter Eighteen
Atlas