Page 136 of The Bonding Games: Part 1

Shaking my head a little at his antics even as a smile sneaks onto my face, I advise, “Sink your middle finger inside her.”

Eagerly, he does as I tell him, gasping as the digit disappears inside her walls, his other hand keeping her underwear pulled to the side.

“How does she feel?” Cooper shifts, getting a better angle and placing a hand on Ezla’s lower back to toy with her tiny black thong again.

Tate gathers her dark chestnut strands up and wraps them around his fist, giving them an experimental tug, and Tiger sucks in another sharp breath. “She just squeezed me. She’s— It’s so tight. And soaked.”

“Yeah?” Tate brings his lips to Ezla’s ear, but his words are loud enough to meet all of ours too. “You love it when I do that, don’t you? You want me to fuck you hard and dirty.” Another tug, a little harder.

Her response is to grin wickedly, and I realise then that I’ve never seen her smile. And even though this isn’t the one of carefree happiness I want her to wear one day, it’s still fucking gorgeous. And so, so her that goosebumps rise on my skin and my cock jumps again.

Eyes rolling back, the next sound to leave her is a beautiful moan while my brother watches his fingers as he begins to pump them in and out of her, having added a second one and experimenting on how to move his hand, testing different angles and curling his fingers. His face brightens like a sunrise when he hits the right spot, easy to tell from Ezla’s huskily moaned, “Tiger.”

“Oh, Wifey, you’re gonna make me pass out with my name on your lips,” he groans, movements gaining speed, the wet sounds of his fingers moving in and out of her only turning me on more, despite the familiar pang of envy that prods me as yet another man who’s not me gets to hear that voice of velvet and sin say their name. “Is that good? I’m doing it right?”

I don’t know who he’s asking, but me, Cooper, and Ezla all answer at once with a “yes” of varied tones— mine softened, knowing just how important it is to my brother that he’s treating his Bonded well, Cooper’s gruff, and Ezla’s like the crack of a whip as she savagely demands more with that one word.

Relief and a boatload of more arousal dump themselves on Tiger’s expressive face.

While he keeps fucking her with his fingers, I wrap a hand around her thigh, breath hitching as I do, and I shift it my way a little to open her up further for us. Then I trail my fingertips up her inner thigh, meeting Ezla’s heavy-lidded eyes with my own, heart galloping at the connection that’s almost tangible.

I drag my hand higher and higher, and soon enough, I’m right where she needs me most. Slipping my fingers beneath my brother’s and collecting some of her juices, a spark zips through me at the initial contact as though I’ve been electrocuted, and I drag those digits down to her clit, fingertips locating the swollen bundle and pressing down gently before rubbing slow circles.

“More,” our Bonded hisses. “Scotty, Tiger, more.”

My eyes close, and I savour the two syllables from her lips that I’ve been waiting for for what feels like eons when it was really only weeks.

Thank you, Love. I push the words out in my mind, imagining them drifting her way.

Our gazes collide once more, and I know she heard me, her walls having been let down, no guards up, whether intentionally or not.

Thank me by showing me pleasure, she retorts, her voice a taunting coo.

And who would I be to deny her what we both so desperately want?

43

ALBY

My desire rivals my anxiousness as I absorb all the incredible sensations rushing through my insides, my humungous eyes glued to where Tiger’s fingers sink in and out of Ezla while the pads of Scotty’s now rub her clit in rapid, tight circles. Her body stiffens, and Cooper grabs her hips, urging her to take more of Tiger’s digits, forcing her to ride them. In response, her eyes flash, and one hand claws at the pillow by her head while the other moves to her side to sink her nails into Cooper’s thigh. And although he won’t be able to feel the sting through his Avri suit, I can tell from the hunger written all over his darkened features that he likes her holding on to him like that.

Closer to the plush obsidian headboard, Tate reaches his hands into the narrow gap between her chest and the silk-shrouded mattress, and he groans, spewing streams of lewd thoughts from his mouth to Ezla while he cups and squeezes her breasts in his hands, the sight making my erection pulse needily. And all the while, the scent of her infiltrates every one of my senses: the light sheen of sweat on her forehead that brings a faint salty tang, the natural smell of her enhanced by the cinnamon-scented oil coating her skin, and the sweetness of her pussy that’s so, so lovely to both my nostrils and eyes . . . It’s all so much. Too much.

And I never want it to stop.

I’ll be gladly overwhelmed for the rest of my life if this is what I’ll get to experience over and over again in return.

I want to taste her . . . I really, really want to taste her.

But I’m too much of a coward to ask, so I’ll probably miss my chance.

And I know I have when a shiver-inducing hoarse moan soars into the air and the groans and praise of the other men echo through the room.

“That’s it, Love. You come so prettily for us,” Scotty murmurs with a loving quality that I’m not sure he meant to let spill over as he and Tiger drag out her orgasm, keeping up their movements but gradually slowing down in unison like they’re in one of their sparring sessions where they can anticipate each other’s next actions and easily dance together.

“So beautiful,” Tiger agrees breathlessly, and I find myself echoing the words in an indiscernible whisper, my fingers twitching towards Ezla when he takes his hand away along with Scotty, both of them licking their fingers clean. Tate moves his own hand from her breast to massage the nape of her neck firmly, and Cooper rubs her lower back with a tenderness I wasn’t aware he possessed, his other palm still on her hip as if he can’t bear to let go.

Panic spears through me. I don’t want this to end. I haven’t— I didn’t—I didn’t get to touch her.