I chuckle and then squeal as Zeph flips me over onto my back and sucks on my nipples as he starts a slow rhythm once again. I groan and spread even wider for him; he knows what I want, but he’s going to toy with me. I can see it in his eyes. He splays a strong hand at the small of my back and tilts my hips up as he picks up his pace.
“Mmmm, that’s a sweet spot, isn’t it, little sparrow?” he purrs, and I cry out in answer.
“Are you mine, Falon?” he asks me as he starts to move even faster, and the lack of my nickname on his lips gives me pause.
I stare up into his golden honey eyes and, without doubt or hesitation, answer, “I’m yours, Zeph, and I always will be.”
He smiles, and it shatters my heart into a million pieces and then puts it back together, it’s so stunning.
“Good,” he tells me. “Now scream my name,” he orders.
It’s my turn to smile now, because there’s my asshole. “Make me,” I growl in challenge, and then he does.
He fucks me so hard and mercilessly, exactly how he knows I love it, and I have no choice but to scream his name.
And then I scream Treno’s and Ryn’s too for good measure, because no motherfucker should be allowed to be that cocky. I smile at that thought, and my heart warms with affection. I have to keep him grounded.
“What do you mean, you just couldn’t see us anymore?” I ask Wekun, reaching for my coffee that’s just a little too far for me to get.
Zeph snags it off the table, takes a sip, and then hands it to me. I glare at him for the sip and then offer my lips for a peck for handing it to me. He chuckles deeply and gives me my peck but tries to steal my mug again. I hold it away, and he pretends like it’s out of reach even though we know his wingspan is like the size of my living room.
“Exactly that. I was helping portal gryphons and supplies back to the Amaranthine Mountains when all of a sudden you were gone. And not just you, your whole Sept. I immediately panicked and portalled home to double-check that something hadn’t happened to the threads, but I couldn’t see them there either,” Wekun tells me, clearly distraught.
I sip my coffee and lean back against Treno’s chest in thought. The guys have stayed true to their word, they haven’t even put me down, let alone let me out of their sight. We’ve reached a very comfortable “pee in front of each other” level in our relationship, but you won’t see me complaining. Even Pigeon worked out some gryphon sexual tension last night. I’m pretty sure Ryn’s gryphon is a little traumatized, but Pidge assures me he’ll be begging for more in no time.
“I did speak with Getta in Tierit, and she mentioned that she has seen it happen to a Bond Weaver in the past and that it occurred because the threads directly affected that Bond Weaver. That’s when I returned to the other world to figure out what could have made them blink out in the first place and discovered that you were missing.”
“We looked everywhere for you. We were certain that maybe the Ouphe took you or a group of Gryphons acted out. We knew you were alive because we were, but there were no leads, and we spent months chasing our tails,” Ryn tells me.
I ache at the thought of what it must have been like to wake up and find out I was just gone. Treno must feel my distress, because he starts to rub soothing circles on my thigh.
“It was Zeph who brought up that maybe you weren’t in their world anymore,” Wekun adds.
I look over at Zeph curiously, my eyebrow raised in surprise. “You always come to me in your dreams,” he tells me, and goose bumps crawl up my arms. “I knew you would have been trying to get to us, and I kept searching for reasons that would explain why you couldn’t. I knew there was a gate in the Amaranthine Mountains. We couldn’t find it, but the thought that maybe you were not in our world wouldn’t leave me.”
I thread my fingers through his and squeeze his hand, my gaze filling with warmth and gratitude. He never doubted me. I was so worried that they would think I abandoned them or left without caring about what it would do to them. I wouldn’t have blamed them if they did. After I tried to sever the bonds, it wouldn’t have been a farfetched thought. But they never doubted, and that fact means more to me than I can say.
“So how did you three decide to come here?” I ask, looking to each of them in turn.
“That was my doing,” Wekun chimes in. “I couldn’t see you or feel you anymore, but I was hoping that if I brought them to this world, and you were in fact here, maybe they could. Our ending up here was an odd coincidence though. I was on my way to meet with friends I was hoping could help, when your mates felt you.”
I close my eyes and let the gratitude I feel wash over me. “Thank you, Wekun, I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you, but I owe you everything,” I confess as I open my eyes and fix them on his champagne-colored gaze.
“We owe you everything,” Treno and Zeph correct at the same time, and I try not to chuckle and point out that their bromance is blossoming into a beautiful thing.
“Well, I was hoping I could ask for your help in trying to figure out what
