Bound by Forever (True Immortality #3) - S. Young Page 0,112

run for the hills by now.”

“No, you’re not,” Kiyo replied.

Fionn surely understood the bond. There was no running from it. He didn’t want to. The moment Kiyo had scented the change in his and Niamh’s alchemy that signified their bond, a savage desire overpowered him to claim her with the knowledge of their bond in his soul.

True-mate sex.

There was nothing like it.

If humans knew about it, they’d never get anything else done.

Only humans, Kiyo scoffed to himself. Human, werewolf, vamp, witch, or fae … that mating bond was the strongest aphrodisiac in the world.

“No, I’m not. There’s no fighting the bond. You don’t want to in the end,” Fionn replied.

Kiyo eyed the bathroom door, imagining ripping it off its hinges to get to Niamh. “Does it … get easier?”

He heard the smile in the Irishman’s voice. “In some ways. If you’re talking physically, the first few weeks are the worst. You’ll want to do nothing but fuck.” He chuckled. “But it eases. You start using your big brain instead of the wee one. For the most part. Emotionally … that’s a different game, Kiyo. She’s all that’s going to matter to you from now on.”

It was the most heartfelt conversation the two males had ever had, and Kiyo wanted to be done with it. He’d hit his quota on talking about his feelings and the only one he cared enough to share them with was Niamh.

A week had passed and the connection between them was so acute, they could sense each other’s emotions. Sex was phenomenal. Knowing exactly what the other wanted was incredible.

And the two of them were acting like sex-craved addicts.

However, apparently, Niamh thought it was time they tried to shake past this part of the bond. Kiyo tried not to pout over his breakfast. He could have gone another few days in bed. Maybe even a week. Or two.

Or a month.

Fuck.

“Yeah, we probably should,” he agreed reluctantly.

She grinned as she took the seat beside him and lifted the cloche covering her breakfast. “Ooh, you went English on me.”

They’d been living off room service the whole time and while the food was good, he thought his Irish girl might be growing tired of rice and grilled fish for breakfast. He’d ordered the more substantial traditional English breakfast of eggs, bacon, sausages, blood pudding, mushrooms, tomatoes, and baked beans. “Thought you might like a change.”

Niamh fell on the plate like a woman starved, so he guessed he’d been right.

He smirked as he took a sip of coffee.

She raised an eyebrow. Swallowing a bite, Niamh waved her fork at him. “What’s that smug look on your face?”

“Nothing. You just seem to have worked up quite an appetite.”

“Don’t.” She pleaded, surprising. “Every time you look at me like that, I want to jump you. And I cannot spend the rest of my eternity in a sex bubble.”

“A sex bubble?” Laughter trembled on his lips.

“Don’t laugh! You laughing makes me want to jump you even more. And I have a mission. Correction: we have a mission. I’m blaming the orgasms for my lack of visions.”

Kiyo chuckled harder.

She threw a piece of toast at him and it landed in his coffee.

Niamh stared at it sheepishly but he could tell she was dying to laugh.

“I was enjoying that coffee.”

“It was unintentional.”

“That may be.” He pushed his chair back from the table. “But a punishment is still in order.”

“No.” She shook her head. “I’m enjoying my breakfast.”

“It’ll wait.” He covered her plate with the cloche before he rounded the table to haul her into his arms.

She wrapped herself around him like a monkey as he carried her into the bedroom. “I’ve just had a shower.”

“You can magically clean yourself afterward.” He threw her on the bed and reached to unbutton her jeans.

“Kiyo.” Dark desire flooded her expression. “Promise we will leave the hotel room after we have sex. Today.”

“Okay,” he grunted as he whipped off her jeans and underwear.

“You need to pr-promise,” she stuttered as he unzipped his own jeans and pushed them down just far enough to free him.

Dragging her down the bed to meet him, he gripped her hips in his hands, lust and love making his heart thunder in his chest. “I promise.” Then he thrust into her tight, wet heat, exulting in her cries of pleasure.

“I can’t believe we’re outside our room.”

Kiyo strolled at Niamh’s side as they moved with the crowds across Tokyo’s famous Shibuya crossing. They’d been to this part of the city before, but Niamh still took everything