THE ONLY THING better than waking up on a yacht moored offshore a tropical island is being woken up by your Bonded’s tongue burying itself deep inside your pussy.
I should know.
Every inch of my body aches, love bites cover my inner thighs and my chest, and my legs feel as though they might never stop shaking, but this is what my life looks like now.
It’s fucking incredible.
“Look at this perfect Bonded pussy, all red and swollen from being used. Do you need a break, Bonded? I’m not going to give you one. I’ve waited too long to spend my days fucking this pussy whenever the hell I want to.”
My eyes roll into the back of my head as my thighs clamp around Gryphon’s ears, his words spoken directly against my clit so that I’m practically weeping for him to finish me off. You’d think that having sex with my Bonded so much would get old, that maybe we’d all get over each other or need some time away, but I still go to bed every night naked and sandwiched between two of them, and every morning, I wake up to at least one of them demanding my time.
It turns out I had nothing to worry about.
After two years of living in peace, we finally decided the Sanctuary was running well enough that we could go on a nice, long holiday. North was sick of being interrupted all day long and the hours that he was still being forced to work even after the new council had been elected, so getting away for a while was really our only option.
Gryphon continued to run the TacTeams, mobilizing and coordinating the cleanups to get rid of the last of the Resistance. I’m sure we’ll be doing that for many years to come, thanks to how far that poison had spread, but I’ll take that over the constant attacks any day of the week.
Nox went back to teaching the moment the new university had been built. I’m pretty sure he just missed telling students how dumb they were and scaring them with his creatures, but he loved putting together the new units for Gifted 101 now that we’re written into history.
He wants me to teach a class on god-bonds, but I don’t think I’m the right choice to mold future minds at all.
Gabe took over his father’s position at their family’s construction company and used it to continue expanding the Sanctuary. It’s now eight times bigger than when we’d first moved in, and he’s the busiest of my Bonded after North, but he’s also the most fulfilled in his work. I never see him without a grin on his face, and nothing makes me happier.
Atlas is where the biggest change can be seen in my Bonded Group. After he came home to me with a change on his birth certificate proudly proclaiming that he’s a Fallows now too, he spent a lot of time trying to figure out what the hell he wanted to do with his life now that protecting me wasn’t going to be a full-time job. I was totally expecting him to continue to work with Gabe and help build the Sanctuary but instead, he works with Gryphon, teaching the TacTeams about the Resistance and their propaganda.
It turns out that being born a Bassinger means he knows quite a lot about how brainwashing works and how these people act. There’s even been some talk about him teaching classes at the new university, teaching how to spot sympathizers and de-escalation.
I’m unbelievably proud of them all.
I decided to go back to my classes and graduate. Sage came too, both of us studying insanely long hours for degrees we’re not really sure what we’re going to do with. I suppose that’s a normal part of being a college student too, right?
I’m just happy to be with my Bonded for now.
My bond is sure that this is the last time that the god-bonds inside of us will be here, their purpose now fulfilled thanks to our completed Bonded Group, but I’m not so sure about that. Either way, I’m happy to spend this lifetime with my Bonded and the gods within us, each of them perfect and mine.
Especially when Gryphon pulls away, lifting himself up to cover my body with his, whispering wicked words directly into my ear and into my soul as he fucks me so hard and deep that I feel like I’m never going to be able to walk straight again.
It’s heaven, and it’s mine. They all are.
Each and every one of my Bonded men.
