Page 45 of Bonded

My back arched into a swoon as a pair of large rough hands swept up my front to cradle my breasts. A growl rumbled behind me, followed by a cadence of sounds that might have been words. I didn’t need to be fluent in that language to understand what the thick cock against my back meant or the sounds of approval he made when my nipples hardened under his tender caresses.

My first instinct upon waking had been to turn into this person’s embrace. I knew who he was, but I hadn’t been able to remember how I knew. Try as I might, I couldn’t blink away the darkness before me. Either the room was pitch black, or my eyesight has been taken away. Or both.

A warning had flared somewhere in the back of my mind, but it soon dimmed, replaced with the need for more sensation.

More words flooded my ear, and I could tell that whoever held me tried to soothe me. When he did so, the last of my tension and fear drained from me. He was more effective than a drug.

Now I needed more.

I should be more scared or nervous, but the way he wrapped his large arms around me made me feel protected. Cherished. Instinct told me I knew this man. That I could trust him.

He swept my fall of hair away from my back so he could nuzzle the sensitive place where my neck meets my shoulder. A particular spot intrigued him, for he was paying it a lot of attention. Then he licked it. An involuntary shiver rippled over my body that I felt in my core.

Another male voice spoke. This one was far away, as if he stood above me. “Gods, she nearly came just from that.”

At last. These were words I understood.

The one behind me growled again. The restraints around my wrists slackened. He shifted us so that I sat upright against him. My legs straddled his. He flexed his muscles beneath me, igniting my flesh. “My beloved will get all the pleasure she needs, isn’t that right?”

He licked that spot again, and I shuddered with a gasped cry. “Yes, please!”

What was wrong with me? I wasn’t the type to enjoy being held blind and restrained by a virtual stranger, let alone with someone else watching.

“Ah, the neural implants are finally integrating with her system.” A gentle hand cupped the side of my face. “Priya, can you hear me? Can you understand me now?”

I was still trying to focus on his words, as if trying to decipher a song’s lyrics from music playing in another room. “Yes. Sort of. Sometimes the words sound muffled. How did you know my name?”

A rumbling growl vibrated from the one behind me. “You know us, my Priya. You are our soul. Vryek’s and mine.”

“The ship mentioned she would wake disoriented, Ruzan. Don’t be so dramatic. Perhaps once her senses align with the ship’s, her memories and core personality will be at the forefront once more.”

“And what if they don’t?” Ruzan asked.

“Then we shall try another thing. Speaking of which. Let’s try this.” Vryek tapped on his console, and something seemed to click in my head. “Better?” Vryek asked.

“Perfect,” I said in relief. I received another gentle caress from that.

“That’s a good girl. Soon, you will be whole, and then I can pleasure you as you need.” He pressed his length against my back as if his intentions hadn’t been clear. Hot liquid leaked on to my skin. “I am near to spilling myself just touching you, my Priya. It is taking all of my battle training to keep from drowning myself in your wet heat.” He gripped my hips, his hand-span dwarfing my frame, roving over my thighs as if to claim every inch of my skin.

His hot words ignited my body. My clit throbbed with every beat of my heart as he touched me. A moan escaped my lips before I could contain it.

“Vryek, how much longer will this take? My beloved aches, and I want to cease her torment.”

Vryek snorted in response. “Hers or yours?”

“Focus on your work, and I will focus on mine.” He followed that with returning his attention to my breasts. My hips jerked in response, and I squirmed at the flood of sensation. “Please,” I hissed.

“Tell me your name, sweet one. Let me know you remember who you are.”

Somewhere in the depths of my mind, I could answer that. “Priya.”Beloved.

“Yes, you are. My beloved.” He trailed his fingers over my body. “I do not know why I cannot taste her when she is clearly willing, and mostly remembers us again.” He was practically sulking, and hell, so was I.

Vryek’s tone was dry when he answered. “As if you could stop with the mere tasting. Besides, I doubt either of you wish her blind and restrained for her first mating.”

My brain argued that I was supposed to feel some kind of shame or embarrassment waking up blind, in a stranger’s arms, legs straddled and spread over a set of thick thighs, pussy weeping and begging to be fucked.

My body told my brain to shut the fuck up because I knew these males and knew I wanted to be with them more than I’d wanted to be with anyone else in my life.

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