I want them all.
The god-bond moves me onto his chest, pulling me down into a mirror image of how I was when Nox and I Bonded, and I hear the rustling of clothes behind me.
A triumphant grin breaks over my cheeks.
Two fingers slicked up with lube press against my ass, hesitating for just a moment before they plunge into me, curling gently as he opens me up. I wiggle back against the feeling of them both in me at the same time, at Gryphon’s cock splitting me wide open as Nox’s fingers prep my ass for him as well.
I could have them together.
The very idea of it has my pussy clenching, my thighs shaking as I try not to collapse onto the god-bond completely. I haven’t tried that yet, not since Nox and his bond had shared me in a night full of shadows and whispers and possessive demands.
His free hand runs up my side, moving me and shifting me in little ways until he can line up and push into me, slowly at first as a low moan bursts out of my lips, moving gently until he’s sure I can take it, before he sets a brutal pace. Though he’s never said it, I think watching the other Bonded fuck me is a big turn on for Nox, and he doesn’t need much else to get him on edge.
The Soothsayer’s hands tighten on my hips, holding me still as he fucks me, his cock dragging in and out of my pussy in tandem with Nox’s cock in my ass so that there’s always someone buried in me. I feel so full I could scream, so full I might tear open at the seams, but my bondwrithesin my chest. It gloats and pushes at my skin as though it wants to come out and swallow them both whole. When the Soothsayer's hips begin to falter, its jaw clenching where it’s watching from underneath us as it reaches its own climax, my bond pushes out and into it, sealing them together in its own demand for attention.
It wants a million impossible things but, fuck, I think the god-bonds might just give it everything it wants and more. Anything. Everything, the ultimate act of true devotion.
Nox’s fingers wrap around my wrist firmly, pulling my arm back and holding me against his chest tightly. I feel so full that I can’t speak, can’t think, can’t breathe, and he murmurs into my ear, “Do you want all of your Bonds? Do you want every hole filled up? Every last one of us fucking you until we’ve had our fill of this sweet, poison pussy?”
My mind shatters the moment he says the word ‘poison’, the tone of it a taunting endearment and a testament to how much has changed between us. A low moan ekes out from between my lips, Nox’s hips still pumping in and out of my body at that same brutal pace as he follows me over the edge.
The Soothsayer watches us both, unblinking void eyes unnaturally bright in the darkness of the room.
Nox’s head drops to my shoulder, his hair falling over my cheek as he breathes me in, and when I open my eyes to look back down, I finally see Gryphon’s green eyes staring back at me.
The god-bond is satisfied.
* * *
I wakeup as a pile of sore muscles and aching bones. My head is full of air, and it takes me a minute to remember where the hell I am.
Nox is nowhere to be seen, but Gabe is still snoring on the far side of the bed, just as worn out from his shifting as I had been from the power exchange, and, surprisingly, Gryphon is also in the bed with us. He’s usually the first one up and out of the door in the morning.
His arm is flung over his eyes, and his breathing is even as he sleeps, his heart beating steadily in his chest under my ear. I lie there for a moment, listening with my face tilted towards his to watch him, enjoying the quiet of the room.
When his arm finally moves and his eyes open, I sigh in relief at the clear, green hue of them.
“Did you miss me, Bonded?” he murmurs quietly, and I nod my head as I lean forward and kiss him slowly, relieved that his hands feel like his own as he pulls me into his chest a little more securely.
As much as I love his bond and the way it had worshiped me last night, I love this man more. Is it weird to pick favorites?
“As long as I'm your favorite, no,” Gryphon mumbles again under his breath, pulling me back into a kiss as his hands frame my face gently.
I press my forehead against his, enjoying this quiet little moment for just the two of us in the dark, and the tension in my body eases away.
“You scared me for a minute there. North thought the god-bond might try to take over the vessel,” I say before coming to an abrupt halt, my words drying up because the thought of that ever happening fills me with an indescribable pain.
Gryphon only nods, brushing his thumbs over my cheeks once more. “I don't like the feeling of the god taking over. I know now why North fought it so much. It was like I could see everything, but I was powerless to do anything about it when it grabbed your throat to ease the sickness away. For a second, I thought I was trapped in a nightmare.” He swallows and pulls back enough to rub a hand over his eyes, stress practically leaking out of his body at the memory.
I find myself fussing over him the way he's fussed over me a hundred times before, hurrying to reassure him that everything is going to be okay. “It loves me, Gryphon. I know it does. I think it respects every last one of us… They all do. Whatever it is aboutthistimeline andthesevessels, it's as if we were meant to be.”
He shakes his head as if he's clearing it and then presses another kiss to my forehead with the type of devotion a man shows the center of his world. “I don't know how they keep coming back. I can't imagine losing you in one lifetime, Bonded, let alone over and over again. It sounds like a form of torture. No wonder they're all a bit… psycho.”
I giggle and tuck myself back into his side, threading my fingers through his as I enjoy lying back in the bed with him. We’re always the first to rise, and even when I was forced to rest by North after my time in the Resistance camps, Gryphon had still gone to the Tac Training Center early, so I enjoy the novel experience of just lying here together for however long it might last.
Eventually, Gryphon fusses around in the bed until he finds his phone, checking the messages there and grumbling under his breath about something that Kieran had sent him. “Are you going to see Sage today?”
I nod and murmur back to him quietly as I glance over at Gabe, watching the rise and fall of his chest, just a little bit concerned at how deeply he's still sleeping. “I promised her I would. Kieran and North agreed that she could be let out of the cells as long as one of her Bonded was with her at all times. Felix insisted on taking a few days off to stay with her just in case there's any physical effects of what the Soothsayer did to get the other one out of her head.”
