“To take care of this,” he says, pulling his fingers free. The words were slightly muffled, and now it’s my turn to blush at how much he’s enjoying the flavor of my release. “It felt wrong to come on your skin for some reason.”
My lips part as I watch him disappear into the bathroom, glancing at Vero as the water turns on.
“He doesn’t act like his brothers,” she grumbles hesitantly. Her side is still a myriad of angry colors from the knife wound, but only the ends of her stitches are showing as they absorb into her skin. The doctor mentioned we’ll be able to cut the knots ourselves in a day or so.
The scar will be a reminder of what we’ve lived through, and I decide that I’ll always remind her of how beautiful it is.
“No, he doesn’t. Do we like him?”
I’m feeling a bubbly sensation inside of me, and my stomach is flip flopping with remembered arousal.
“Yeah, baby. I think we do,” she muses, her eyes on my lips. “I want to kiss you, but I’m messy.”
“I don’t care,” I reassure her. “I made the mess.”
Pushing me onto my back, she holds my hands and raises them over my head as she kisses me. She manages to move so that she’s rubbing her sleep shorts over my clit in just the right way, and I moan as she kisses me. Her breathing becomes labored, and I bite her lip.
“Take off your shorts and panties,” I insist. “I want you to come with me.”
I am obviously feeling better because I’m a bossy little shit. Verona huffs out a laugh as she pulls off her shorts, but also removes the rest of our clothing.
“We'll shower and change the sheets later,” she growls.
Fuck yes. While she can act submissive and soft, I love when she takes control too. Her fingers rub my clit, enjoying watching me continue to keep my arms over my head as she plays me like her favorite instrument, and then she’s grinding her hips against me instead.
Pablo’s groans from the shower as he gets himself off to our noises intensifies everything, and I bite my lip as I gaze at Vero’s gently swaying breasts over me.
“Do it,” she whispers, her body beginning to tremble as she realizes I want to bite her there. “Baby, please. Finish the bond.”
Raising my head, I suck on her nipples, loving her sweet cries. I take my time finding where I want to bite down, choosing the side of her breast. Verona screams as she comes when my teeth break skin, the bond hitting us both.
If I thought it was strong before, I didn’t have a clue. Her orgasm triggers mine, and we both shudder as Pablo finds his release in the shower.
“Holy shit on a cracker,” she whispers, collapsing on top of me as soon as I release her.
“I’m a terrible influence on you,” I tease her, chuckling. “I feel like I can hear colors.”
“Did the bond make you high?” she grins.
“Yes. It's more intense now.”
“Have you two worked up an appetite yet?” Pablo asks a few minutes later as he comes out of the bathroom. There’s been no reason to move, so we’ve been cuddling in the bed.
“Maybe,” I admit, admiring his body as he finishes drying himself with his towel. It could be weird that the three of us are naked, but somehow it’s not. “I suppose we should get up now that I’m feeling better.”
A buzzing sound fills the room and Verona sits up, pushing her hair out of her face as she looks for the location it’s coming from.
“That’s your phone,” Pablo says, his eyes heated as he watches her crawl out of bed. “Ugh. I don’t want to adult now.”
Verona ignores him as she finds her phone, answering the call. Turning, her eyes move up his body lazily, and he simply grins.
“I need to wash my clothes. I was lucky enough to find things in the closet earlier, but I can’t continue wearing random people’s clothing. It kind of freaks me out,” he mutters.
Hanging up the phone, signaling it was a short call, Verona says, “All of the clothing in here has never been worn. Silas made a point to tell me that for some reason. They keep this place fully stocked just in case.”
“No way.”
“Mmhmm. Pack Mayor is unreal. I’m not sure if they have a habit of helping people out who need it, but you can safely wear whatever you want here.”
