Page 48 of Infernal Bonds

Spreading myself with my fingers, I inserted the tip before pushing the whole toy in when I found no resistance. My head dropped back and my eyes rolled upward when I turned on the vibrations and moved the vibrator in and out at a languid pace. My other hand worked my sensitive clit in small circles.

My orgasm raced to the surface so fast it stole my breath, and I gasped on a silent scream as my entire body shuddered.

Clicking off the vibrator, I slid it out of me and let it fall onto the towel between my legs as I lay there panting.

After a few minutes, I rolled out of bed and carried the vibrator to the bathroom to clean it before returning it to its hiding place in the closet.

The whole ordeal exhausted me, so I opted to wait until morning to shower everything off. My nose wrinkled at the idea, but I at least bothered to use the towel to clean up what I could before climbing into bed.

I left the covers at the foot of the bed.

The door was closed, so I doubted anyone would come in. Well, maybe Zeke, but I trusted him. In truth, I trusted all of them after what they’d done—or hadn’t done—tonight. At least with this.

Some time later, I rolled over and groaned, wanting to scream when a familiar throb tightened my core. It was still dark outside the window, but I knew I’d slept. But for how long?

Still groggy, I didn’t want to get up and get my toy again. The ache wasn’t as severe, so I knew the candy was finally working itself out of my system.

Rolling onto my back, I planted my feet and reached between my legs again. I didn’t even care to get off—at least mentally. My body was all for it.

I brushed my fingers across my clit and hissed at the sensitivity. Trying a different approach, I trapped my clit lightly between my index and middle fingers and moved them in slow circles, careful not to touch the oversensitive nub directly.

Minutes passed, and all I felt was an overwhelming dissatisfaction and an uncomfortable need.

I sat up with a huff of frustration, ready to take a cold shower and run laps around the house until I exhausted myself enough to sleep, but froze when I saw a tall silhouette leaning against my doorway.

I licked my dry lips as the figure shifted and moonlight caught Ezra’s pale skin.

He’d been watching me.

How much had he seen?

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RESTRAINT

EZRA

Sleep proved impossible. I’d underestimated the power behind an incomplete Nyrith tether when I chose to sleep with Raelynn on the other side of the wall.

I understood the biological implications. Emotional bleed. Reactive arousal. Awareness through scent alone. None of which I believed were beyond the control I’d cultivated over the years.

If I could tame my shadows, I knew I could master these shackles as well.

What I failed to anticipate was my attraction to the woman beyond a biological need shaped by Fate—and the magnitude of the tether’s call to complete the bond.

Raelynn hadn’t stirred when Zeke carried her up the stairs to her room. She didn’t make a sound when he laid her on the towel Cyn had placed on the bed to preserve her sheets after I’d turned the covers down so she wouldn’t overheat.

And while she dreamed, the rest of the house remained disturbed.

Cyn had paced downstairs for nearly an hour, cursing about her tart scent while Zeke and I cleaned the kitchen. He eventually retreated to his room.

Keeping himself from doing what his body and mind craved required more effort than he would probably admit. While he denied his feelings, I saw the cracks. I knew one day they would accept their bond, but the road to get there wouldn’t be easy for either of them. Their wounds ran deep, and Cyn had pierced her more violently than his claws ever could.

Zeke remained awake for another hour, anxiously questioning me at every turn about Raelynn’s condition. He worried the starmins might kill her. He finally agreed to go to bed after I explained she’d eaten the candy hours ago and shown no further deterioration since we’d put her to bed.

Floral sweetness overpowered the lingering scent of her arousal in the air, letting me know the starmin had run its course. Still, my cock ached as I closed my bedroom door, shutting the temptation out and forcing myself to sleep.

I woke not much later to the scent of apple crisp so potent I could taste it on my tongue, making me crave more.