Page 39 of Twisted Ties
The smirk falls from her lips, and concern registers in his eyes. “No one knows that’s his name,” she says, a little hesitantly.
“You’d better hope that’s true.”
My father made it clear no one was to know of the bonding, but regardless, Azlan seems to be keeping his new status quiet. Judging by the discomfort on her face, I bet he’s told her to as well.
The thought of all this is making my head ache. My body too. Like I just went twenty rounds with a grizzly bear.
I can’t be here, this close to her, the hook in my stomach so violent it’s torture, the breeze frisking her dark hair around her face, her lips wet and parted.
“He’s going to kill me,” she murmurs.
“I should be so fucking lucky,” I mumble, walking the hell away, the hook straining to drag me back.
Is it worse? Worse than before? How can she stand there and act like she doesn’t feel it too? Like it isn’t destroying her from the inside?
Maybe she doesn’t. She has her mate. She’s made her choice.
I walk past the college buildings, out to the gardens and Venus common room. I need a distraction, something to stop the thoughts from battering my head, the pain from drowning my body. But when I reach the common room door, I realize the distraction on offer is not the one I want.
I can hear girls in there. Three, maybe four. They’re talking and giggling amongst themselves curled up on the bed, but when I swing back the door, all that stops and they start pawing at each other, making out with exaggerated moans. Apart from Naomi, none of them are really into it,but they know I like a show like this, that ten out of ten times it will tempt me into joining them on the bed.
I watch them. All tits and ass and panted breaths. Naomi tugs down Sissy’s top and sucks her stiff nipple into her mouth. So many tits.
Don’t I love this shit? Isn’t this the distraction I need after all?
Maybe all it will take is to fuck some other girl.
And here’s not just one girl to fuck, but four.
I watch Summer’s hand disappear into her panties as Naomi nibbles on her neck.
They haven’t put on a show like this for me in quite some time.
“Are you going to join us?” Summer asks all breathy, like what Naomi is doing to her is actually enjoyable and not play-acting.
To be honest, I don’t care if it is. The power thing has always been the appeal. Knowing they’re doing it because I want them to and not because they like it.
Summer pushes Naomi away and crawls over the mattress, giving me an eyeful of her cleavage in her lacy bra. When she reaches the edge, she slides down to the floor and keeps crawling all the way over to me with a mischievous smile hovering on her lips.
Didthatever turn me on? Because today it leaves me cold. Stone cold. No heat in my body at all, just that constant aching thud.
I look back at the spectacle instead, hoping it’ll do the trick as Summer reaches for me.
But I’m soft. Nowhere near hard.
I want to fuck these girls and forget about the pig one. I want to fuck her out of my system.
“For fuck’s sake! Look like you actually want it!” I bark at them.
Summer glances over her shoulder at her friends with a scowl and they all start moaning more loudly, Aysha trying her best to fake a convincing orgasm.
“You want me to make you hard with my mouth?” Summer purrs, her hands wrapped around my thighs. I’d rather stuff my cock in a dead fish.
There’s only one thing that would make me hard without fail. The last thing in the world I could have.
“Out,” I say, unhooking Summer’s hands and pushing her away.
The three on the bed, Aysha, Naomi and Sissy, pause, looking up at me. Naomi’s hand cups Sissy’s tit and her eyes are drowsy with lust. Usually that shit would have me hard in a heartbeat.
