Page 28 of Infernal Bonds

“Fucking tart.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Can’t escape her anywhere.”

He slapped the tiles, and his forearm flexed as he curled his fingers into a fist, continuing to mutter things I couldn’t hear over the spray of water.

I swallowed the lump in my throat when he took his cock in hand again and renewed his aggressive strokes. The low sounds that left him resembled pleasure but didn’t mask the frustration he took out on his body.

Every movement carried a tension I didn’t normally see in him and certainly hadn’t felt the one night we went too far. It seemed as though every breath was hard-won.

I wanted to help him.

Not necessarily to bring him pleasure, but to stop the discomfort our frayed tether caused him. We were trapped in our bond, and it wasn’t his fault. He didn’t ask for it, nor did I. And even if he’d hurt me, he’d also saved me. I didn’t want him to suffer.

I stepped into the bathroom.

The grip on his cock tightened as he twisted and stroked, his expression strained. It seemed the closer I got to him, the more his composure frayed. His body seemed aware of my presence even when his mind was not.

“Cyn! Have you seen Rae?”

My attention snapped to the bathroom door as Zeke stepped into the doorway.

“Rae? What are you…”

I looked back at the shower when Zeke’s mouth fell open.

Cyn’s chest heaved as if he’d run a marathon, but he didn’t stop. He kept his head down, but his gaze was now fixed on us.

The storm of emotions in his amber eyes stole my breath. He looked angry and desperate, and I couldn’t look away.

Steam clouded the air but did little to mask his actions as he bent forward, jerking his shaft in rapid, short motions. His deep groan echoed as he came, his release splattering the wall before the rest washed down the drain.

After the water stopped and the shower door opened, Cyn stepped out and grabbed a towel from the wall rack. He wrapped it around his waist and tied it low before walking in our direction.

He didn’t look satisfied at all.

Zeke sidestepped out of his way as Cyn moved past him into his bedroom, where he grabbed a change of clothes and walked out the door, leaving us in silence.

8

CONTROL

ZEKE

Icouldn’t unsee what I’d just witnessed. I’d seen Cyn naked more times than I could count, but I’d never seen him taking care of himself. Never seen him hard.

“You were looking for me?”

I spun around to look at Rae. Was she not even going to say anything about what had just happened? Why was she in the bathroom with him? Did he know?

“Zeke?”

“I… uh…” I scratched the back of my head. “Yeah. Ezra’s parents wanted to see us after dinner. After you cut yourself, he didn’t get a chance, but he told us.”

“Oh. Tonight?”

“Yeah. Ezra and Ash are waiting downstairs.”

“Let me change my shirt first. I wanna put back on the top I wore for the meeting.”

I followed her to her bedroom before asking, “Did you talk to Cyn?”