Savage Bonds (The Bonds That Tie, #2)

by J. Bree

"Don't take another fucking step near my Bond or I'll rip your fucking throat out with my bare teeth." I wonder which one of the crew has been stupid enough to try to approach us because he cannot be talking to one of the Dravens like that, but then Nox says, snark dripping down his words, "She's my Bond as well." Atlas scoffs. "No, she's your punching bag, your favorite victim. She's the default villain in every one of your stories. You move even an inch closer and I'll take the whole fucking plane out to stop you. No more warnings."

His eyes grow molten, that same feline look coming back, and when he drawls at me, it feels like a purr. “Well, right now, all I can think about is ripping that dress to shreds and pressing you into this wall so hard that you can barely breathe and then watch you squirm on my cock. While you were working, I wanted to bend you over the front counter and eat you out, just to make sure everyone there knew you were mine. I spend most of the time with Atlas arguing with him because my bond wants to prove to you that I’m better for you than him. It’s not so bad with the others because I grew up with them, but Atlas? Fuck, my bond wants to tear his throat out and watch him bleed out at your feet just to make sure you like me more.” Uhm.

“I can’t help it. Now that I know you want me as bad as I want you, it’s fucking addictive to watch you react. You do it so fucking well, Oli. I can smell how badly you want me. Do you think you can hold the bond back if I eat you out on the back of my bike?”

“What, and I cannot stress this enough, the fuck is happening right now?”

“You could go there naked and I would still worship you… everyone else would just have to die. A sacrifice I’m prepared to make.” I shiver and my bond purrs in my chest again, always happy to hear about them craving death in my honor, spilling blood as an offering to the Bond we share. I want more. He leans down again, his eyes fixed on mine, and the grin on his face stretches even wider. “Oh, my girl likes that? You want me to kill everyone who dares to look at you? I will. I’m not a good man, not like the rest of your Bonds. I’m good for you, and fuck the rest of them. If you want blood, Sweetness, I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, going out tonight dressed like that? Over my dead fucking body⁠—” The relief that was quick to flood me is short-lived. “It’s a freaking playsuit, and I’m not going to be told what I can and can’t wear by a bunch of men⁠—” His body hits mine like a freight train. One second, he’s across the hallway and then the next, he’s pressing me back into the door, his hands clutching at my bare thighs like he’s still not sure he’s actually seeing the real thing. “You think you’re the only one fighting your bond? This is all mine. Know that before you walk out of here because Bonded or Unbonded, you’re mine.” I try to breathe but he’s pressing into me so much that I can’t. “I know. It’s just a cute outfit, I’m not trying to… I’m not unhappy with my Bonds. I can change, if it’s that much of a problem.” He eases up a fraction and then steps back. “No. You’re in my bed tonight, you can come to me exactly like that.”