Bonded Nightmare (Bonded Series Book 1)

by E.M. Rinaldi

Nightshade poisoning was no joke. That had to be what this was. Nothing else affected a nightmare as strongly. How the fuck was she poisoned?

Fuck. My bond was poisoned. My guilt ate at me through the night while I kept watch.

The moonlight didn’t hide a single detail. His broad chest was toned with enough muscles to make me take a second look. A light dusting of hair started just beneath his navel and danced an enticing path beneath the band of his briefs. I ripped my gaze away and looked up.

The last of the antidote poured past my lips and cooled some of the fire ravishing my body. But just like before, it wasn’t enough, and I knew what came next. Faster than I could counter, Kaiden rolled off me and pulled me onto my side. He tucked me against him, tight. From back to thighs there was no part of him I didn’t feel. I hissed at the overwhelming shock of it. Like being dunked into ice water, my system was overloaded. Warmth grew in my chest, impossible to ignore, but it wasn’t the fever. Our bond slowly cracked one eye and awoke. I knew Kaiden felt it too. His soft gasp brushed over the back of my neck, and his dick grew hard against my ass. I rolled away, reaching for the side of the bed, but Kaiden threw a long leg over mine, pinning me even more.

He dipped back upstairs without another glance at my half-naked bond. Smart man. She was absolutely delectable right now, all pissed off and puffed up like a feral kitten. Her cheeks were rosy, and her eyes sparked with a subtle green glow. And those legs. Fuck me, I loved it. If she thought her anger a deterrent, she couldn’t be more wrong. I subtly adjusted myself behind the island.

Kaiden pulled me against him, his hand flat and warm on my bare stomach. At some point in the night, all the pillows I shoved between us so this exact situation wouldn’t happen, ended up on the floor, and my ass found its way against Kaiden’s dick. I blushed as I realized it was an early riser.

Either way, I felt like a winner tonight. My little bond liked kissing me, even knowing who I was. There was hope for us yet. I didn’t bother blocking the happiness trying to escape down the bond. Let her feel it.

“Careful of the stitches as you clean my cum off your side. Tissues are on the nightstand,” I called out, as I stormed into the ensuite and slammed the door.

I'm Dead

The door to his side of the bond opened wide and out flooded every thought, every feeling he’d ever had for me. Excitement. Frustration. Arousal. Irritation. Amusement. Love. Tears flooded my eyes until Kaiden blurred in front of me. This entire time, he trusted I’d find my way. All the hurt he’d hidden at my denials and unfounded anger toward him. My mistrust cut him to the core. My smiles he coveted like a personal treasure. He liked pissing me off. He let me see it all, pushing some memories through as well for good measure.

I took my now-saturated finger and inched around to her ass, gently probing between her cheeks. Opening my eyes just in time to see her mouth drop, I wiggled that finger in to the first knuckle. She shook her head, then nodded, then shook her head again. Her muscles clamped on my finger as her back bowed. Only my grip on her hips kept her seated on my face as she rode out another orgasm.

The bedroom door burst open with a fling of splintered wood, and then Ezra was there, standing only a foot away. He didn’t appear to care that we were both buck-ass naked and connected by a cock, but I still dropped over the other side of the bed to hide all my personal bits. His distorted shape was clear over the mattress, moving back and forth in an agitated dance, and there was something white in his hand.