I have to force myself to stand my ground. He’s never been this close to me before. I’d once thought the burning rage in his eyes was hot, but it’s nothing compared to the heat of his body as he presses me into the wall. I feel his bond skim over my body and I pull mine in closer, fighting against it as it strains for him. There no fucking way I’m ending up tied to this man.
I’d rather have any of my other Bonds over him. Fuck, I’d take North with a smile and a ‘thank you, sir’ over this asshole.
“You can’t hide it, Poison. You might not have a gift, but I can feel your bond and it wants me.”
I couldn’t give less of a fuck what my bond wants, I will not bond with him.
I want to plant my hands on his chest and shove him the fuck away from me, but it’s taking every fiber of my being to keep my bond under control. My hands are balled into fists at my side, my jaw clenched up tight, and my knees are locked to stop them from shaking.
I can’t say a word as his hand comes up to wrap around my throat, his fingers flexing there like he’s imagining squeezing the life out of me, and then we’re moving backwards together, his body pressed against mine as my back hits the wall. I’m trapped in every way that I can be; my bond is wrapped up tight, my mind is stuck holding the threads of my sanity together so I don’t tie myself to him, and physically, there’s no way I can fight him off.
He pushes one of his knees in between my legs and I suddenly become acutely aware of the fact that I’m only wearing my old pair of silky boxer shorts, a thrift shop find of new-with-tags that at the time felt so mature and edgy, but now I’m trembling like a freaking lamb at the way he’s pushing into me, his leg rocking and grinding. Fuck me, this is the hardest goddamned thing I’ve ever done because the moment I come, my bond is going to unleash, binding us together for all of time, which sounds fucking terrible but it’s not even the worst part of this situation.
If my power grows we are all fucked.
His hand around my throat flexes a little and then he leans forward again, his lips brushing against my earlobe as he whispers in a dark rasp, “I want my power. I want what you owe me. I have waited five years for this. I'd been waiting five years before then. An entire decade I've been waiting to have my full power, and you're just going to come here and say no to us all? I don't fucking think so, Poison."
I struggle to pull away from him, there's no way I'm going to bend over in a hallway for this arrogant asshole, but it’s nothing for him to just jerk me forward and catch my lips in a biting kiss.
My bond reacts immediately.
It’s never left like this before, the surge of power within me almost taking me to my knees, and it takes everything inside of me to stop the bonding from happening, the tying of our souls together forever.
As Nox bites my lip and forces my mouth open, our tongues tangling together while he makes use of my inability to protest or move, my bond tries to pull free harder than ever before but I leash it, shoving down until it's contained.
I’m so goddamned focussed on stopping my bond from claiming him as my own that my body moves into autopilot, becoming pliant and easy for him to move and control however the fuck he wants. There’s nothing soft or sensual about what he’s doing. He knows exactly what it takes for a bond to occur and he’s utterly ruthless about moving through the steps.
Somewhere, in a dark and faraway corner of my mind, I’m almost impressed at how quickly he’s able to work me over. Kissing, stroking, the knee between my legs pushing into my body until my hips rock all on their own, there’s no way I can fight him and my bond at the same time.
When his bond slams into me, a force all on it’s own, I almost cry because I want it so badly. Fuck, my brain isn’t even my own anymore. All I know is the bond. All I can think