I wanted to bite her. Badly. But I would have to keep myself in check if I wanted my plans for later to come to fruition.
Cini, oblivious to my thoughts, continued to seek my mouth with her own, her tongue dancing with mine as soft whimpers continued to leak out from her as she shuddered around Elio’s cock.
Her slender fingers gripped my hair hard and it took me a second to realize it was because she was coming, her body almost vibrating with the force of it as I heard Elio curse under his breath.
“Don’t knot her unless you want to stand here for an hour,” I reminded him, trying to ignore my own instincts that were demanding a turn.
“I know, idiot,” he grumbled as he banded his free arm around her abdomen and pressed his nose into the still-healing bond mark he had left there.
Cini let out a gurgling moan as she opened her mouth and latched onto my chest, her teeth feeling sharp as they broke skin.
“Shit,” I muttered, as I felt the half-bond click into place and could feel the overwhelming sensation of Cini’s pleasure.
My aching cock exploded then, right in my swim trunks.
I hadn’t done something like that since I was thirteen years old and I felt a wave of embarrassment fill me that was quickly soothed away by the consciousness on the other end of the bond we now shared.
“Damn it, Luscinia,” Elio grunted as he came inside of her with one final thrust, gripping his knot tightly so it wouldn’t accidentally slip inside.
Cini released her bite on my pectoral, looking far too pleased with herself as she turned and gave Elio a heavy-lidded smirk, her pale lashes fluttering.
“She says she did it on purpose,” Elio said, probably translating whatever she had told him with their mind-to-mind connection.
I scraped my hair out of my eyes and looked down at the bond mark which was slowly oozing blood. “I figured as much.”
Cini slid away from Elio’s body, her flushed face turning to me as a wave of shyness rippled down our new bond to me.
With a sigh, I cupped her face in my hands. “You may as well finish it, love.”
Pleased by my quick acceptance, Cini dropped her lips back down to the bond mark and suckled on it, the flat of her tongue making my insides jump with pleasure as she licked away the pain.
With every swipe, I felt the hazy bond solidifying and forming and, much to my surprise, I could vaguely feel my cousin too.
“Are you irritated at me or her?” I asked casually as I watched him pull his pants back up and zip the wet material.
“She’s too impulsive,” he answered with a shake of his head. “What’s to keep her from gnawing on any alpha she sees?”
Cini turned to glare at him and he held his hands up in surrender at whatever she’d said via their connection.
“Fine, fine, have it your way, peanut,” he said, as he pulled her face away from my chest and planted a sound kiss on her lips.
“Take care of getting her dressed again? I’ve got a phone call to take in a few minutes.”
I nodded as he wandered back around the house, probably to change out of his wet clothes, and turned to Cini again.
Her blue eyes were on me as her lips stayed pressed to the new bond mark on my chest. The urge to lean down and do the same to her filled me as I wondered what it would be like to talk with her mind-to-mind.
Would her voice sound different to me than the one that her father forced out of her whenever she was in his presence? Would we become closer in the same way that she and Elio were now?
Bite her,my inner-alpha urged, goading me on, but I pushed the voice down firmly.
That would come later because I had plans already in motion for my first time with Luscinia Amante.
“So, I take it the three of you just disappeared to,you know…?” Ranieri trailed off casually later on as he cornered me in the kitchen.
After coming inside, I’d deposited an exhausted Cini into a warm bath and was making her a cup of tea. I had been hoping that Ranieri, who had been working on his computer at the table, would refrain from making snide comments. But, of course, Ranieri Silvestri never let go of a chance to tease me.
“No,” I lied, knowing he would sniff it out in a heartbeat.
