Page 4 of Forging Bonds: Part Two

“My turn to play,” he grins.

He once again leans forward, and his lips meeting mine. I kiss him with every emotion that I am feeling and have always felt for him, and he does the same, that kiss says everything that neither of us has been able to say.

His lips leave mine as they trail across my jaw and down my body, leaving a searing hot path in their wake. He tears my pants and underwear from me in one swift tug, and I have never been more grateful for the flimsiness of leggings. His hands caress from my ankle to my thighs, where they grip tightly, and I watch as he smiles. His fingers pump inside me, as his tongue finds my clit, moving slowly as he gradually builds my need for him, my back arches as my head falls back, and waves of intense pleasure roll through me.

I don’t know how he fucking knows, but every time I near the edge of oblivion, he pulls back his lips kissing between my hips and down the inside my thighs, before he finds my clit with his tongue again.

“Coen,” I practically growl when he does it again.

He chuckles, his mouth still buried in my pussy. He lifts his head, glancing up at me, his eyes filled with heat as they flash to those of when he’s shifted and back again. You would think that his dragon eyes would scare me, but I could never fear any part of Coen.

My hands thread through his hair, pulling tightly as his fingers pick up speed, my pussy clenching around them as my orgasm builds really fucking quickly. His other hand trails up my stomach, palming my boob before his fingers find my nipple, and at the same time he pinches my nipple and sucks my clit.

I detonate.

My release consumes me, and Coen’s lips are replaced with his fingers as he helps me ride out the last moments of the most explosive orgasm I have ever fucking had in my life.

He crawls up my body, his lips kissing every inch of me as I slowly come down from the epic high that he has just given me. When he gets level with me, he kisses me softly and gently, making me feel how I always feel when he kisses me like this and then he gathers me in his arms, wrapping me up tightly, as I rest my head over his heart, and my tattoo before he pulls the covers over me to keep me warm.

I luxuriate in the feeling of finally being held by him after so long of missing him.

Far sooner than I would have liked, he tenses, his whole body changing from being relaxed, his heartbeat steady, to it pounding like he’s running a marathon and a rumble building in his chest.

“What’s wrong?” I ask him, as I sit up and look down at him.

His eyes study my face in a way that makes me nervous. It’s like he’s trying to memorize my features. Almost as if he’s worried that he won’t see them again. He stands up and I move with him.

Coen

“Iwant to stay, you have no idea how much I want to stay, Love, but I can’t. I don’t have a choice,” I tell her, kissing her gently and pouring all of the emotions that I’m feeling into it.

Her eyes flash with such fury that my hands clench to stop myself from reaching for her again. I love that she gets so angry on my behalf, and I know that she would not only torture him, but kill him if she knew the half of what he’s done.

Her hands cradle my face and my eyes close, feeling content and at peace for the first time in fuck knows how long.

Resting her forehead on mine, she says, “I’ve got this, Coen. I’m going to fix it, and then I’m going to enjoy watching you pull him apart.”

My eyes flash to my dragon, and I pull her in, holding her closely, “I love that you know that I want to do that.”

She chuckles, “Of course I do. I know you.”

The command to come back grates on my insides, and I growl, “I’ve got to go.”

She nods and steps back, a heavy frown on her face. I’m hoping that one day I won’t have to leave her like this. Maybe even one day I can even promise that I’ll be back soon. I can’t do that right now, and that kills me.

Leaving her standing in her room is hard, really fucking hard, and the only reason that I manage to walk out of the door is because of the fucking command that’s forcing me to do so.

Neith

Watching him go is really fucking hard and I struggle not to go after him, but I know that it wouldn’t do any good if I do. He made it clear that he doesn’t want to leave, which means he doesn’t have a choice. While I hate that he’s leaving when he doesn’t wantto, I am extremely happy that I got that time with him. It’s no secret that I have missed him like crazy.

It’s not until the door has closed behind him and I’ve laid in the bed for a few moments, that I realize that he very successfully distracted me from my question and that he didn’t appear to be hurt when he took his shirt off. However, I know Coen. I’ve been in enough situations with him where we have been in danger, and he has ended up hurt, and I know that he was in pain when he first arrived, which means he distracted me so that he could heal.

It also means that when we finally break the control, if Coen doesn’t kill Kylen, then I will.

Slowly, and torturously, and ensuring that he is begging for death for weeks before I actually allow him that mercy.

I sigh and push away my murderous thoughts. Unfortunately, I need to focus on the here and now, and that means I need to get up, shower, and get dressed fully again just in case I get pulled into a task in the middle of the night again. I would say ‘well, at least the next task should be with my guys’, but there’s no way of knowing how the Choosing arranges these things, and there’s a big chance that it could be another task with the Draconian team.

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