“Iwant you to know it’s okay. You can look at us.” Ollie wraps his fingers over mine and brings them up to his chest. Pressing my hand against his neck, he trails my fingers down, passing over his nipple as he does so. His head leans back and he closes his eyes on a long blink, and when they open againhis lids are drooped low. “Touch us,” he breathes and leans in for a warm, wet kiss.
Heat builds between us the moment our lips touch. Ollie tilts his head to the left, his nose brushing across mine as he deepens the kiss, and his tongue slides in long, languid strokes against mine. Leaning up on my toes I wrap my hand around his neck, my fingernails digging into his skin. He leans his weight against me, trapping me with the wall behind me, and the hard line of his body in front. We take turns pushing into each other’s mouths. Ollie kisses like he’s trying to consume me, deep and needy. Abruptly his lips pull from mine, but his body is still pressing me to the wall. Opening my eyes I peer up at him, his chest is rising and falling quickly, and I see a tick at the corner of his jaw as his eyes squeeze shut.
“What’s wrong?” I caress my palm over his cheek.
Ollie’s eyes are slow to open, “I want…” He pauses, his tongue darts over his lips and his eyes fall to my mouth. “I want so much, but the bond. I’m having a hard time not forming the bond,” he confesses, and his teeth snap together as he lets out a grunt of frustration.
Looking into his eyes I whisper, “Go ahead.” If I thought he was leaning against me before, I was wrong, because now he truly shoves my body against the wall with his. My mouth pops open as the breath from my lungsis stolen.
“Are you sure?” he grumbles, not even waiting for an answer before he seals his lips to mine. Both of his hands go to my hips and he lifts, my feet leave the floor, but I don’t even care. I wrap my legs around his waist, and my arms over his shoulders. Ollie groans out a long sigh, then he bites my top lip, the sting almost enough to make mepull back, but he pushes his tongue into my mouth and soothes the ache.
The kiss isn’t sweet orgentle. I jolt as our teeth hit a few times, clashing as our tongues battle. Ollie’s hands are hot as he cradles my bottom, holding me against the wall. The heat that’s always present between usbegins to build until I’m afraid it’s going to scorch our skin.
I twist my face away, needing air, so Ollie moves his attention to my neck, slaying me with open-mouthed kisses as his tongue sears my flesh. I let my head fall back as waves of heat crash into me, settling somewhere inside.
The fire coils around me until I feellike screaming from the pressure and fever running through my veins. Ollie’s hand sneaksits way between our bodies, I can feel the hardness of his erection under me, but his hand goes right to my center. He leans his torso back and looks down between our bodies. He has a gleam in his eyes as he watches his hand move up and down. The heavy fabric of my jeans dulls the sensation, but Ollie turns so his palm is cupping me, and leaning close to my ear, he rasps, “Let go Laura, I wanna watch you burn for me.”
Bending his knuckles, I feel Ollie’s fingernails scraping over the material of my pants, sending a vibration through my core. My lower muscles tighten, again and again as he rakes his nails over the seam of my jeans until my head is tossing and turning against the wall, and I can’t think beyond the promise of pleasurehe’s pushing me toward.
With a tap of his finger, right where all the heat I’ve pulled from Ollie has pooled, I bite the inside of my palm and let out a moan as I feel our bondbegin toform. Ollie pushes past all my barriers, demanding a place where he can leave a small piece of himself with me. Wave after wave of pleasure consumes me. I can feel part of him lingering inside of me, slotting into the place where the well of Ares and Dante’s powersreside.
A calm settles over me as my legsstart toslide over his hips, and my knees buckle as soon as my feet hit the floor. Ollie doesn’t fare much better, but hemanages to soften our landing on the floor, and that’s where Milo finds us a few minutes later.
“What the hell, I thought you said you were okay?” He kneels on the floor next to me, his palm sliding over my cheek, Milo snatches his hand away with a hiss and wince. “You’re burning up.” His eyes go to Ollie on the floor next to me. He’s not sleeping, but he’s not fully awake either.
“You bonded,” he accuses, like Ollie and I did something wrong. “In the fifteen minutes I took to shower?”
“Don’t be an asshole Milo,” Ollie grouses, folding his arm over his eyes. I place my palm on the floor, more than ready to sit up. I know from what Ares and Dante said, being near each other after the bonding helped them get their strength back quicker. While Iwas definitely relaxed and sated, I remained on the floor next to him because he wasn’t ready to get up just yet. By thelooks of it, he still isn’t.
Milo offers me his hand, even though he’s glaring at Ollie. With fast, deft movements, he brushes my hair from my face and focuses on my clothes, sweeping away imaginary dirt and grime from the floor.
“I’m fine Milo.” I inspect his face, gauging to see if he’s angry or just surprised.
“You sure?” He looks me over again. I straighten my clothes, beginning to feel uncomfortable with his perusal.
“Leave her alone Milo, she said she was fine.” Ollie heaves himself off the floor, narrowing his eyes on his friend.
Milo’s jaw tightens, but he looks down at the ground. “Okay.”
The awkwardness of the situation amplifies when Ollie looks down at his body and grimaces. “I need to clean up and get dressed.”
I hear Milo’s sharp intake of breath, but when I look at him,his features are schooled. “We’ll wait for you.” Milo runs his tongue over his teeth, the movement isdecidedlypredatory. His eyes don’t leave Ollie’s back until the door closes behind him, then Milo turns all his attention to me. I fidget under his gaze. Taking several deep breaths, and in a much more level tone, Milo asks, “Are you hungry?”
The question is so unexpected that I snap my eyes up to his. “Uh… yes?” I say, not sure if it’s the right answer. He seems pretty upset.
“Good, me too.” He bobs his head and shifts on his feet. I thought the rift between us was closing, but it suddenly feels tentative. Like one wrong move from either of us could throw our newly forged understanding out the door.
I lift my head high and shake out the tremor from my hands. I’m not afraid of Milo, I know he would never hurt me physically, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous. “Why are you angry?” I hope the direct approach works better than ignoring everything and letting him come around when he’s ready. It’s clear that both of us have misinterpreted the other’s feelings and motivations.
“I…” Milo seems to be at a loss for words. I don’t think he expected me to confront him. He clears his throat and tries again. “I’m not angry.” He pauses. “Well notreally angry. It’s just now I’m the only one you haven’t bonded with.”
Milo gives a slight eye roll and rubs both of his hands over his face. “It’s stupid. I know.”
Taking a few steps in his direction, I grab his wrist and pull his hand away from his face. “It’s not stupid Milo. I mean, I don’t wantyou to be upset, but it’s not stupid.”
His shoulders fall a little while he scrunches up his nose. “I was jealous,” he concedes almost sheepishly.
He’s being honest, and we can work with honesty. Ares told me they don’t get jealous, but I think this is a differentkind ofjealousy, more like he was being left out. “I guess I thoughtOllie and I, would,” Milo shrug and looks away from me, “I don’t know, do it together.” Redness blossoms high on his cheeks.
