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.
My bond and I both agree on that fully.
No one harms my Bonded and lives.
I creep out of the bathroom and grab my phone to light the way out to the kitchen. My stomach is both empty and settled now that my bond has finished her meal of the Trigger’s soul, and I’m desperate for some food. I know that North will be furious at me for not waking him up so that he can be the one to feed me. Hisquirk about keeping his Bonded fed and happy was a delightful surprise to me.
Except they’re all sleeping so soundly that I can't bear to wake them up, so he’ll have to just get over it.
I get out to the kitchen and rummage around in the fridge until I find everything I need to make an omelet and toast. I make the toast first so I can eat it while I'm frying up the omelet, and I'm so hungry that I seriously consider making a fruit salad afterwards as well.
I'm so hyper fixated on eating that it takes me a second to notice that I'm no longer alone in the kitchen.
I curse my bond for not warning me anymore about my Bonded, and then curse it all over again when I realize that Nox is now sitting at the dining table, a coffee in one hand and one of the ancient texts from the Hail Mary in the other.
So much for a peaceful breakfast.
He doesn't say a word to me, just sits there and studies the words in front of him, the ones that speak of the lives that we've lived together many times before.
“Do you… want some breakfast?” I say hesitantly, and he shakes his head.
“The coffee is enough.”
I know that he's spoken civilly and even nicely to my bond before, but I think it is the first time he's ever uttered words in my direction that weren’t laced with acid.
I don't push my luck though. I flip the omelet out onto a plate and dig into it with a fork, still standing at the kitchen counter because there is no way that I'm leaving the kitchen without the fruit salad.
I might even make some more toast.
“Have you found anything in there? I've read the texts that you've sent through so far, and I couldn't spot anything that you hadn't already highlighted.” I cringe as soon as the words are out of my mouth, waiting for the rebuttal from him.
But he just takes a sip from his coffee cup and places it back down on the table, the picture of a sedate professor. “Your bond isn't crazy for calling itself a god. They are gods. I don't know where they've come from, or anything else about them, but the things that they can do and their genetics… they are higher beings than are found anywhere else.”
Jesus Christ.
I shove some more of the eggs into my mouth, chewing happily on the mixture as I try to think of something not irritating to reply back to him.