Page 16 of Spare the Bond


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“This is mine.” He licks my clit. “And this, and this, this, too.” With each lick, he touches another part of me until he’s licked everything, and then his tongue delves inside me. I almost come off the bed.

He grips my hips, holding me still, but I can’t stop. I twist and roll my hips, fucking his face, unable to stop. It’s not just his tongue, but his nose and chin, his hot breath, the mumbled vibration of his words, every foreign touch, every strange feeling, every curse he hisses into my pussy. I am gone, a complete sobbing wreck of an omega.

He slows at times, resting his head on my thigh and touching me with his fingers, even sliding a finger inside me. I realise this is what they call edging. He brings me to the cliff, and then he eases me back.

I am beside myself, sweating, panting, thrashing on the bed. I feel sexier than I ever have, but I would do anything to come. It’s been a long time. Every time I get close, he eases back. I’m unable to think clearly. I used to think people were crazy to be that desperate to come, but I would do anything if he would send me over the edge. Anything.

“You’re so beautiful. So gorgeous,” Crow moans and sucks my clit hard.

My body isn’t mine anymore. It’s his instrument. I respond only to him. I know only him.

I buck my hips, sobbing now. “Crow, Please!”

He pushes two fingers into me and circles my clit with his tongue before he sucks in little pulses. I grip his hair, dragging him to me, holding him there as my hips match the rhythm of his fingers.

He suddenly grazes his teeth across my clit.

I scream as I shatter. My body tightens as my release slams through me, the orgasm wrecking everything about me. For long seconds that feel like forever, all I can do is ride out the electric waves of pleasure that dance through my limbs.

What has he done to me?

I lay there, panting, my body jerking and spasming with every slow lick that Crow delivers as my brain and mind slowly comeback from the desire-filled fog that has overtaken me. Crow lifts his head and smiles at me, languid, his face glistening with my slick.

He looks utterly feral.

“That was perfect.”

I stare at him, dazed. He pulls me up and kisses me. I taste myself on him and moan, clutching at him like he’s oxygen and I’m dying for a breath.

Eventually, he pulls back and smiles. “Let's get you dressed.”

He finds the dress and pulls it on. When he drags the panties up, he inserts his fingers really quickly, making me groan before pulling them out and pulling the panties all the way up.

Crow searches the bags, finds something, and then crooks his finger. I follow him out to the lounge. I’m surprised my legs even work. My body feels weird and wired. I want more.

But when I spot Hunter and Saint, my face burns, and I think about what we just did, I think about them, and I find myself imagining them between my legs, making me even hotter and wetter.

Saint looks at me, and air hisses between his teeth. “You look amazing.”

I blush and look down at my bare feet.

“All right, sit here,” Crow says and points in front of him. I crouch and carefully sit on the ground in front of the lounge. Crow maneuvers himself behind me, and then, to my utter astonishment, starts brushing my hair.

Hunter walks in with a plate and beelines straight for me. With a wink and a wicked grin, he picks a shortbread biscuit off the plate and feeds it to me.

“I love watching you eat,” he murmurs. “So sexy.”

Saint tosses something in my direction. It’s small, but I catch it. I look at the name tag in confusion as I chew the biscuit.

“What-?”

“Work for us. Until you’re on your feet and have decided what you want to do. Work at the bar,” Saint says and shrugs like it's nothing.

But it's everything.

I squeeze my hand around the name tag, fighting the overwhelming need to throw myself into their arms and start sobbing. Because it has been so hard without them. So hard.

Crow massages my head while Hunter gets another biscuit ready. I try to tell my heart that these things are small. They don’t mean anything, but my heart flips over, and I feel myself fall in love. Maybe for some people, it’s so slow they don’t notice, but for me, it’s sudden and irrevocable, and there is no question.

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