Page 83 of Bonded By Tea and Tarot

He glances at my open palm, then up at my eyes. I nod once, daring him to defy me, but he doesn’t. He looks back down and spits into my hand.

“Good boy,” I murmur, offering the barest smile.

Then I swipe my hand up and down his cock. Once, twice. I press mine to his and fist them both, barely holding in a groan at how hot and hard he is against me. His breath hitches, his stomach clenching with every pull. I capture his moans with my mouth and swallow them. Bliss races up my spine and I can’t believe this is my life right now. My other hand moves around to his ass, grabbing a handful and squeezing it.

“Hay—” he cuts off when I slam my lips back to his. He’ll speak when I allow it.

I groan into his mouth, every stroke up and down our cocks sending heat scorching through me. My balls are starting to tingle, and I hold tight to my thoughts before they shatter. My abs and legs are clenched so hard I fear I’m shaking.

I pull back from his mouth and we’re both gasping for breath.

“Come for me, bello. Come all over my hand and cock. Show me how messy you are.”

He’s coming before I finish getting the words out, and the feel of him pulsing against my cock, every stroke bringing more cum shooting from his tip, has me hurtling over that edge too.

“Holy fuck,” he chokes out and drops his head to my shoulder.

“Ay bendito,” I grit through my teeth, and then my own cum spurts from my cock. “So good.” Bliss takes me under. Warm wetness coats my hand and our cocks, and I stroke a couple last times as we shudder and shake, leaning against each other for support.

I gentle my hold on him, releasing his cock and wiping my hand on a towel near his hip. Then I wrap my arms around him and hold him close. He sinks into me, lungs shuddering and legs shaking, and I nuzzle my nose into his messy hair.

“You okay?” I murmur a few moments later.

“So okay,” he sighs. I can’t see it, but I hear the grin in his voice.

I smile back and shake my head against the top of his with a soft laugh. When I pull back, I nearly leap out of my skin. Jayce is standing in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame with his arms crossed.

“Jay,” I say, pressing a hand to my chest.

Aury jerks his head up and he tries to step away from me, but I growl and tighten my hold. He’s not going anywhere.

“You scared the shit out of me,” I grumble, rolling my eyes at his pleased smirk. “How long were you there?”

“Long enough to wish I’d gotten home earlier. Not so long that I saw the whole show.”

I shake my head and drop a kiss to Aury’s forehead. Then I snag the towel and lean down, gently cleaning him off before tugging his boxers and pants back up. He stands there staring at me the whole time, occasionally shooting uncertain looks at Jayce as well.

“We’re making mac and cheese,” I say, turning to Jayce after I get myself situated. “You want some?”

“Sure.”

I pick up the grater and cheese and hand them to Aury. He still looks a little out of it, so I squeeze my hand on the back of his neck, hoping it helps center him like it does for Jayce. His eyes meet mine and I smile, nodding encouragingly at the cheese.

He takes a deep, slow breath, then relaxes. His answering smile releases all of the tension from my body, and I turn back to my pasta with a pleased hum.

Chapter Forty-Four

Aury

Jayce disappeared into the garage after dinner, grunting that he had a project to work on. I was too exhausted to care, still short on sleep from Siobhan’s heat, so as soon my head hit Hayden’s pillow, I was out. I managed to text Siobhan a quick ‘goodnight and sweet dreams’ and while my eyes adjust to the morning light, I snag my phone from the charger Hayden must have plugged it into at some point.

Siobhan: Goodnight, miss you already. Thanks for taking care of me when my heat hit early. I don’t know what I would have done without you.

Me: You’re welcome, Moonbeam. Hope you slept well. I passed out at Hayden and Jayce’s - hope it’s okay that I slept over there. I feel like I should have checked in with you first.

Siobhan: You’re allowed to have your own life, we’re both dating them. I don’t mind if you spend one on one time with them too. It’s probably a good thing for all of us.

I smile at my phone. She’s so sweet, not nearly as possessive over her alphas as I was always taught omegas were. I shouldn’t be surprised that Siobhan doesn’t follow the “rules” though. The other side of the bed is cool when I flop my arm onto it, so I get up and pull on a clean shirt from Hayden’s dresser, then follow my nose to the kitchen.