Bonded

Chapter Seventy Six (18+)

Chapter 76

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India

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It seems like no matter what I do, I cannot seem to calm my breathing. To my own ears it sticks out so surely... It seems so out of place with the chirping of nature surrounding us, or even the sound of Jian as he suddenly stands. His eyes staring off in the distance as he ponders for a moment before announcing, "Would you look at that? Everyone else has already gone inside and I'm out here in the garden all by myself! I might as well head back inside and finish my lunch in there instead of out here... Or somewhere private."

I swear if it were not affixed to my face, my jaw would have literally fallen right off and dropped to the ground as he turns only slightly to me to give me a sly, if not slightly sad, smirk before walking away from us, presumably to do exactly as he suggested to himself.

It's almost as if he somehow knew that if we were all to stand, several eyes may be at risk of being poked right out, my lap seemingly stiffer than it had been when we sat down.

Between that and Ronin demanding an answer of whether or not I love him and Kavya with that deep baritone whisper that caused the most ellicit shiver to rush down my spine and settle in my lap... My entire being feeling raw as I find myself pounced upon as soon as Jian's footsteps fade... Two different sets of lips devouring my body in different ways while Kavya joins us at my back.

His lips find my neck and crawl across my collarbone, but only because my lips are occupied by our husband, Ronin, whom had woven his fingers into the hair at the nape of my neck and found a firm grip that was used to guide my mouth to his, Ronin's kiss as unrelenting as his endless patience.

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Ronin

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It's not like me to... to push... the way I just have... pulling each word out of India whether he was ready to admit it out loud or not... But I do believe Kavya and I both needed to hear it...

And I was right about something else as well.

His lips taste sweeter with just the very proximity to a direct declaration of love.

Despite the fact that we are flawed... Or that we are in danger of being caught, either by prying eyes or the King himself on a rampage.

I don't care. Not anymore. We want him, both Kavya and myself. We want him, and he wants us back, and the fact that we have to wait until our official courtship has ended to see the three of us wed is near rage inducing for my beast... For Kavya and India, both need to refrain from walking around with unbranded backs immediately lest someone mistake either of them as being available...

I'd tear the very flame proof skin from the heir himself to shield them from anyone else's brand... I'd fall a king and anyone else foolish enough to get close to my treasures... For if anyone is to breathe even a drop of heat at either I shall lose all of myself then and there.

These two, as far as my beast and my heart are concerned, are worth more than any royal hoard or common fortune. They are worth my very life, afterlife, even worth my soul... They could sustain me on just soft touches alone if someone were to tear my vitality out of me right this very second...

And I do not think either one of them understands the power that they have over both halves of myself... They sit here, writhing on top of me in clear view of anyone who chooses to pass by this section of thorned bushes, none of us able to hide the desperation between us any longer.

Without warning, I feel myself pulled back into more self control and conscious thought at a sudden jump and gasp that floats right into my mouth by India, my eyes fighting their way open, parting from his sweet lips not even an option in my mind, even taking control back from my beast... Only to find that I am not the only one unable to help himself...

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Kavya

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I had only intended to give India something to rut against, since deflowering him in broad daylight wouldn't necessarily be properly taking care of our sweet little wife... Though with the way he's shaking... I'm not entirely sure he would reject the idea... But his damned robes were too thick... The material hanging too heavily for me to offer any real assistance without fear of putting too much pressure on such a delicate area...

I had been expe ting him to have some sort of underclothes on... It's just something thinner that would offer more sensation instead of just vague pressure...

And now I find my hand curled around his stiff, slight cock, exploring it while I try my best to keep at least most of my head so that Ronin may continue with his boldness... Him being this forward not something that happens often... He's always been the more composed and cool headed between us... So to have him loose control, especially out here so exposed...

It makes me chuckle at the thought of transferring my nickname of "Bonfire" over to his mantle.

As much as I know I should...

I can't seem to pull my hand away... Not with India lifting his hips up to me like such a sweet offering... I...

It feels as if my beast finds this hard to cope with... The thought of not teasing India with this brief touch without stroking him to completion... If only because our sweet would be denied the pleasure he seems to crave... And we... Both me and my dragon... And Ronin and his own beast... We would be denied the pleasure of hearing that pleasure... The witnessing of him falling apart for us right here and now.... Simply because the three of us could not seem to help ourselves.

But before I go further and take him into a fist instead of just teasing the slick slit of his cockhead...