Page 96 of The Bonds of Nyx

As I stepped under the hot spray, I gripped my length and sent her my own.Two can play at that game, Angel.

The sound of her soft gasp was like an aphrodisiac. It went straight to my dick.

Elias…

I stroked myself, closing my eyes.Are you touching yourself, Angel?

Yes.

Where are you?

The image came a moment later—her spread out on a dark duvet, right in front of a mirror hanging behind a bedroom door. I didn’t recognise the room, and for now, I didn’t care, not as I took in my exquisite mate with her fingers languidly playing with her silky cunt.

Nothing in our bond told me she didn’t desire this. But I closed my eyes and felt for her deeper.Are you sure you want to do this, Angel? We don’t do anything you aren’t comfortable with.

Ivy was quiet for a moment before responding.If I didn’t like where this was going, Elias, I wouldn’t be doing it.She opened up further, and I felt her need, her magic thrumming in her veins, and despite our distance, I felt it against my own skin.

But I need you, Elias, she continued.I need you in ways I can’t explain. Not just because of my magic. Even though it’s going crazy without you. I need to apparently release some of it before I go nuclear. So, if this is the only way you and I can be connected, then so be it. I want this with you, and I’m really fucking into it.

A smile cracked upon my lips. As I leaned my head against the shower stall wall, I considered what she said. She needed the connection, and her magic was getting out of control. I could feel the slight flicker of fear down the bond that warned me of her impending outburst.

We never should have been split, I replied.

I could almost feel her breath fanning across my face as she sighed.I know.

For now,I said, spearing desire through the bond,you’re mine.

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IVY

Ashiver raced down my spine at his claimingwords. The flesh where his bite lived tingled, as if it responded to his commands and reminded me that he was mine.

And that I was his.

My eyes fluttered shut as his desire and need flooded the bond, and another image of his hard cock filled my vision. I couldn’t forget the taste of him, the feel of him between my lips as he jerked with release. I wanted so badly for him to be lying beside me, to feel the weight of his hands on my body, taste his lips on mine. My cheeks heated as I tried to clamp down on the feeling, but I grew wetter with each thought.

Thea would be calling me a needy bitch, and I would have had to agree with her.

Never mind the magic currently begging for him, for release, for his claim so that it could be freed safely through him.

Nope, that didn’t matter at all.

Angel…His voice came through on a growl, like he’d caught those last thoughts unwillingly.Are you still touching yourself?

My fingers had been toying with my clit lightly, not doing much but circling the bud, teasing the nerve as I awaited his next words. Instead of responding, I opened my eyes and caught sight of myself in the mirror. I let him see what I did: my wet hair splayed across the cushions of the bed, my breasts pushed up with one arm as I played with my nipple, while my other handcurved over my stomach to rest between the apex of my thighs, which I spread wide just for him.

You’re going to do exactly as I say, Angel, he said, his desire spiking.Tell me you understand. Use your words.

Yes, I understand.My fingers twitched, eager to dip into my soaking entrance, but I forced myself to wait.

Good girl.A new image jumped into my mind, of his veiny, scarred hands, clamped around the base of his thick length.I want you to fuck yourself with two fingers now, Angel.

Shuddering, I took my fingers away from my clit and trailed them down to my opening.Is this what you want?I asked, making sure to send him the moment I plunged two fingers inside myself. I didn’t feel nearly as full as I would have if it were his fingers fucking me, but I moaned at the friction, nonetheless.

His growl reverberated through the bond, making me tighten around the digits. I moaned as it went straight to my pussy, and I couldn’t stop myself from moving my palm over my throbbing clit as I sought release.

No touching your clit, Angel. Slow pumps only, he said. Like he guided my fingers with his hand, I did as he said.Good. Just like that. You can’t come yet.

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