Page 123 of Burdened Bonds
I push his hand away from my mouth.
“We need to go.” He makes no effort to move, his cock still buried inside me. “Tristan, we need to get out of here.” He doesn’t move. I push against his shoulder. “We need to find the others and go.”
“Shit, Rhi, just …” He leans his hand against the wall above my head. “Just give me a moment.”
And stars, I must be a fool, because every fiber in my body wants to grant him that moment, wants to soak, bask in it with him. But we can’t.
“My bond feels so …” he says. “I don’t want to go. I want to stay here in this moment with you forever.” I search his face, peer deep into those emerald eyes and try to discern whether Tristan Kennedy is telling me the truth, whether this is as real as it feels. “Please,” he adds.
I rest my hand against his cheek, then stroke back the damp golden locks that have fallen into his face.
“Tristan,” I say. “We have to.”
He meets my gaze, his eyes a green I won’t ever be able to forget, and then he nods, pulling out of me and carefully lowering me to the ground. Taking my chin in his hand once I’ve found my feet and kissing me, this time deep, slow.
Reluctantly, I pull away from him and find my pants on the floor. I pull them on, his eyes on me, mine on him as he buttons up his fly.
I’m sticky and breathless, my bond desperate for me to place my hands on him again, but I need to snap out of this spell, and focus.
“Is there a way we can sneak down to the others?” I ask him. I’m sure together the two of us could blast our way out of this house, but I’d rather avoid the Bonnie and Clyde scenario – it didn’t end well for them. I’d rather opt for a way that is most likely to ensure we remain in one piece.
“Down to the others?” he says. “We need to get you out of here, Rhi. As far away from my father as it’s possible to be.”
I lift my chin and glare at him. “I’m not going anywhere without Stone, Spencer and Renzo. And I’m surprised you want to. Isn’t Spencer meant to be your–”
“Renzo?” he says, dumbfounded. “Renzo fucking Barone? What the … why the …”
I stare him right in the eye. “Renzo Barone is my fated mate.”
His jaw falls open. “Renzo Barone tried to kill you.”
“And you humiliated me in front of the entire school and fucked other girls in–”
“Okay, okay,” he says, throwing his hands up. “I get your point.” He tilts his head. “But, seriously, Piglet, him?”
“We’re not discussing that now.” I jab my finger at him. “I’m rescuing the others and getting out of here. So are you going to help me or not?”
“Of course, I’m going to help you, Rhi. I’m going to follow you to the ends of the earth from now on if that’s what you want.”
I nod, still a little taken aback by Tristan’s desire to aid me, rather than belittle me.
“Is there a way to sneak out or not?” I ask. “I can’t make myself invisible like you can.”
“Ahhh,” he says, reaching into his pocket and pulling something out. I step forward as he opens his fist, staring down at my locket – at my mother’s locket. “I knew it was yours so I retrieved it for you.”
I smile, taking it from his hand and lifting it over my head.
“It’s a cloaker, right?” he says. I nod. “Can you make it work?”
I stroke my fingers over the silver locket, allowing my magic to do its job, “Yes,” I say. “Yes, I can make it work.”
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Tristan
My head is woozy.My bond thrumming. My magic buzzing.
And I don’t know if it’s from the after effects of that damn drug or because I just fucked Rhianna Blackwaters.
