Now that he’s said it, I can feel that through the bond as well. I groan, completely disappointed. Then I flush a little at my utter wantonness.
He chuckles, slowly easing his grip on my ass.
I press forward, needing another kiss before he sets me on my feet. He angles his head, tangling his tongue with mine again. And for far too brief a moment, he presses into me, shoving my dress up just enough to settle between my legs and rub his hard cock … once, twice … against my core.
I moan. Loudly.
“Fuck,” he groans. “I’m so fucking hard. I don’t think I’ve ever …”
He shakes his head as if to clear it. Then he gently shifts me down his body and steadies me on my feet.
I resist the urge to palm his hard, huge cock — denying that to myself is actually painful — before he steps away, running both hands through his hair now.
“It’s not … generally like that for you?” I ask quietly. “Because … it never was like that for me either … well, before … before …”
He flashes me a shaky grin. “I’m not jealous, Mirth. I’m fucking … ecstatic. Watching you kiss Sully that night in the hot tub, watching you let Eli lick you to orgasm. That’s … even if you didn’t want to make out with me, there’s a reason for each of us within this bond. So yeah, a bit of it has to be the intensity of the bond, but not all of it.”
“Eli thinks losing Armin has forced the timeline a bit.”
He nods. “All of us coming together at once is a lot for you to handle.”
Rian flits through my mind. “For more than just me.”
Christoph sighs, then gently cuddles me against his chest. He’s still hard, but I don’t wiggle or rub against him. Yes, I’m a fucking saint. “You already had a bond with Sully, didn’t you?”
“I pushed him away,” I mumble into Christoph’s chest. “After Armin died.”
“And Bolan?”
“I’m mad at him. Perpetually.”
Christoph hums doubtfully. “Doesn’t seem to have stopped you two from strengthening the bond.”
I hide my smile. “I can fuck him and still be mad.”
“Good to know.” He chuckles. “The point is, it feels overwhelming because it is sudden. But other than coming together, nothing else needs to be rushed.”
I lean back in his arms exaggeratedly, making him hold me upright. “But we can still make out, right?”
He laughs involuntarily, leaning over to kiss me.
Then Bolan and Sully are shoving their way through the door. Without pulling me from Christoph’s embrace, both kiss me soundly hello. I’m gasping for breath and pressed up against Christoph — my back to his front — by the time they’re done with me.
Then Bolan makes a break for the snack buffet.
His gaze completely amused, Sully quickly runs his hand and a touch of his essence through my hair, then smooths the wrinkles out of my dress. “I’m going to leave the ‘thoroughly kissed’ color on your lips, Mirth. It’s not at all princess-like, but it makes me so fucking hard imagining —”
I slap my hand over his mouth.
He tongues my palm.
And that shouldn’t be as sexy as it is.
Then Kitty and Tommy are tumbling into the room with Elias. Roz hovers, then closes the door behind them. Both of the kids’ eyes widen as they take in the far windows and the track below. Tommy’s arm is in a sling now, hopefully because Sully is being extra protective and not because he’s reinjured it. Kitty’s wearing her pink designer backpack despite its origins … and Irealize that I’ll have to ask Sully to find a replacement for it, because it bothers me that the Möbius Group gave it to her. Both kids are clothed head to toe in brand-new designer clothing.
They don’t even notice us, pressing against the no-longer-tinted glass. Roz must have made the adjustment as they entered.
Elias saunters over, his clearly amused gaze settling on my lips and lingering.
