Page 152 of Forged Bonds

It tempted me to join them and irritate Shan enough he gave me the spanking I’d been angling for, but I didn’t. I should clean up first. This time around, I’d been the one to deliver the killing blow and there were hints of blood on me. The scent of unfamiliar blood made Cas nervous.

My sweet mate had been a ball of nerves over the past few months since Kylan’s death, honestly. He grew claustrophobic in small spaces, and anywhere it was dark. It was why Nolan had gotten him this house out in the forest, with floor to ceiling windows and open-concept everything. Plus, we were away from people, which we all preferred.

In addition to that, he now insisted on feeding multiple times a day. If he went for more than eight hours without a snack he began to get antsy. No one in the household was complaining, especially not Oswald and Nolan.

Shan had re-banned them from touching Caspian, but they all treated it like a game.See who can fuck Cas without Shan noticing. He always noticed because he could scent them on him, but he was biding his time. Waiting until he caught them in the act so he could give them the spanking of a fucking lifetime. I’d walked in on Nolan, Ozzy, and Cas once, and it had been a kind of primal play that I’d immediately gone to reenact with Shan in the woods behind the house.

Gave them time to finish what they were doing, considering we’d been home early from a job that day.

When Shan placed his hand on Caspian’s head and pushed him to his knees in front of him, I vanished around the corner and up the stairs to the second floor.

Following the delicious scent of cinnamon and pastries, I found Nolan sitting at his desk in the office. There were two desks in there, although no one really used the other one. Shan and I were as assassination team, with Emmett jumping in to help when necessary. Caspian was our house husband who we barely let go outside. And Oswald… Oswald tried to see how much laziness he could get away with. I had no idea where he was now, but I doubted he was doing any sort of work, housework or otherwise.

I splayed across Nolan’s lap, grinning when my mate blinked down at me. He hadn’t noticed me come in, all his attention focused on the screen. “Did the mission go well?” he asked.

“Easy as pie.”

“I didn’t think you would have trouble with it. I do wish you and Shan weren’t so stubborn, though. Neither of you should be out and about while the AEA has a bounty on your heads.”

Shrugging, I peered at one of his secondary screens. It always had our current ‘wanted’ status displayed. The bounty had dropped significantly when Kylan had died, telling us in no uncertain terms that he’d been partially backing it. Kind of fucked up, when you think about how the Angelic Enforcement Agency is supposed to be protecting the public, and not mafia overlords like Kylan Jitara.

We were still wanted criminals, simply because the AEA didn’t like it when you fucked with them. However, in the underground community we were becoming well known for our vigilante justice. There were other bounties to collect. Most people weren’t keen on trying to collect ours, considering our reputations.

“The only reason they don’t have a bounty on you is because Kylan didn’t think to front them the cash for one before we killed him,” I said. “I’m not going to stay inside until the AEA eventually drops my bounty to zero. There are people in this world who need to die. Speaking of, is Maisie in the underwater palace still?”

Nolan nodded, wrapping his arms around me. “Julian says there’s a big political event coming up, but there’s no guarantee her husband will bring her and the children to their land castle for that.”

“He’ll bring them up eventually. It’s not like he’s expecting us to be ready and waiting to kill him and bring her back to Earth.”

Oswald’s lessons on breathing underwater had proved useful, but slow. I panicked if I stayed under too long, and Ozzy had only just stopped looking at the vast surface of our four-person jacuzzi tub with open discomfort. Considering we were the only two who could travel to the underwater palace, our force wasn’t looking good. We had to wait.

Waiting was annoying, especially when I had no memories of my sister remaining. The only reason I knew she’d existed in the first place is because my mates had told me, and detailed what they knew about what happened.

When I’d learned what I gave up to kill Kylan, I’d cried. All efforts to remember opened up a wide, aching hole in my chest.

I needed Maisie to tell me what our childhood had been like together. I needed to meet her, so I could see what she was like, even though I’d never be able to compare it to what she was like when we were kids.

“You know this is my top priority,” Nolan said softly. “The second I know something, I’ll tell you.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Oh, because we have such a solid history of not keeping secrets from each other.”

He rolled his eyes. “Might I remind you, you were my prisoner when I kept Maisie information from you.”

Grinding my ass on his cock and feeling it go hard beneath me, I tugged on his messy hair. He’d suggested he might get it cut so he looked more professional, but Ozzy and I had both vehemently argued against it.

“I was never your prisoner.”

He groaned, his fangs descending and his cheeks going pink. “Freya, I’m trying to work. I’ve told you before not to seduce me in the office.”

I shrugged. “Have I ever told you I would listen to that?”

Nolan grabbed me under the arms and lifted me with ease, despite his small stature. Placing me on the floor in front of his desk, he undid the button and zipper of his pants. Cargo pants instead of cargo shorts now, because we were experiencing some wintry weather. He certainly didn’t dress like he could toss me to the floor between his legs and demand I suck his cock, but that’s exactly what he did.

“If you’re going to be bothering me, I need to be able to work while you’re here.”

My lips parted over the head of his cock a second later. To his credit, he tried to work. For about five minutes I heard the slide of the mouse and the clicking of keys from him. Then my fingers moved to brush the mark I’d left on his forearm, the bond that had oddly never faded, though I’d given him plenty more marks since.

With a groan he dropped his head back and let me bob up and down on his length. His hand came down on my head, mussing my hair, and I knew he was close.

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