Page 156 of The Bonding Games: Part 1

“Vicious girl,” I murmur when it pings free, clenching my hands on her flesh again.

“Temperamental man,” she taunts in response, mismatched eyes sparkling with sinful wickedness, and a low growl leaves me, encouraging her smirk to stretch wider—until I swallow it with another savage kiss, plunging my tongue into her cruel little mouth.

Running her nails up my neck, she deliberately digs them into my nape, and I groan into her, a shiver running from my head, all the way down my back, and travelling through to my legs to make them feel weak and weightless. But I still manage to use them to help shift our position, moving one hand behind her to support her, while the other stays where it is to allow me to take us further up the bed. Laying Ezla out on her back, I settle between her thighs, Tiger easing back to allow us room.

I can feel multiple pairs of eyes drilling into us, but I pay them no mind as I prop myself up with a hand beside HC’s head, my other slipping under Scotty’s T-shirt that she’s wearing to find her breast through her bra and pinch her nipple, earning me a husky moan and an arched back. And maybe it should bother me that she’s wearing another man’s clothes right now, but while there is minor jealousy over the fact they’re not mine, it’s hardly that big of a deal to me. I have brothers now, ones who treat me how family members should, even if we do argue from time to time—me and Tate clashing especially—and they’re as much a part of me as Vengeance is. Even if this isn’t what I ever could’ve imagined for myself, I have no regrets. I wouldn’t change a single thing.

HC drags her hands down my back, fingers digging in, and the muscles there flex. I wish I weren’t still in my Avri suit so she could leave scratch marks for me to wear with pride.

“So take it off,” Vengeance purrs, and I’m not even mad that she’s reading my thoughts. I’d read hers like she does mine all the time if I could.

I feel her fingertips on my neck, finding the concealed clasp there before unsnapping it, dragging the zipper down to my mid-upper back. I do the rest for her, slanting my mouth back over hers as I yank my suit down to my hips, only pulling back to get my legs free before tossing the glowing-green-accented wad someplace unidentifiable.

When I lower my weight back down, I can soak everything up far better, and I let her feel how hard she’s make me with a thrust of my hips right into her centre, provoking her to sink her claws into my back again, this time able to leave their burning marks as she rakes them down the skin there.

Liquid fire cascades through my veins, my entire body shuddering. “Vengeance . . .” I groan raggedly.

She licks her lips, and I can’t stop myself from whipping her T-shirt up to just under her chin, impatiently shoving her bra up too so her perky tits pop free. Diving down, I latch my mouth straight onto the right one, and I’m rewarded with her shiver-inducing moan and those long legs of hers wrapping around my hips as she presses a hand to the back of my head to keep me there. Happy to oblige, I capture her nipple between my teeth and gently tug, my left hand moving to her free breast to massage it firmly.

“Cooper, more. Give me more.” It’s half a moan and half a threat.

After sucking that hard little bud into my mouth to draw more breathy sounds from her, tongue flicking over the peak, I pull back slightly. Then, unable to help myself, I slap her tit to watch the way it bounces from the impact, flicking my eyes up to her face and taking in her simmering gaze as she watches me right back, rolling her bottom lip between her teeth.

She liked that.

“Want more of that?” I slap her breast again. For someone who hates violence, I find I really fucking like the idea of spanking her. Maybe because I know it’s all pleasure.

“Yes.”

“What else?” I murmur, pinching her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, tweaking and tugging, slapping her right breast a few times with my other hand.

“Stuff me full of your fingers.”

“Yeah?” One palm comes down to slide underneath the large black shorts on her to cup her pussy over the damp underwear beneath, fingers curling against her slit, my middle one dragging upwards and pressing down where her clit is, pulse jumping at my first time touching her so intimately. “How many, HC?”

She considers, head tiling faintly. “Three.”

“Wicked girl.” Smirking, I don’t hesitate to oblige as I yank the crotch of her thong to the side and plunge two thick fingers straight inside her, needing to get her a little warmed up first to make sure I don’t hurt her. She’s so goddamn tight, and she feels like fucking heaven, all wet and warm. A painful throb of my cock can testify to that.

“Three,” she barks, and I slap her breast again with my free hand in punishment, even though we both know she likes that as much as I like doing it. “I can take it. If you are doubting me—”

I shove a third finger into her pussy alongside the other two, and she cries out.

“What was that, Vengeance?” I’m only met with delirious sounds of pleasure and her eyes rolling back in her head as I rapidly move my fingers in and out of her, thumb rubbing her swollen clit at the same pace. “You know I don’t doubt what you can handle. I just didn’t want to split you open when your sweet cunt is so bloody tight I knew one of my fingers would already be a stretch.”

She grumbles before I up my pace even more, curling my fingers to hit that rough patch inside her on each thrust. More unholy noises are pulled from her throat, her expression morphing into one of bliss.

Bending over her again, I give her tits attention once more, splitting my focus between either one, tongue lashing over a turgid peak while my free fingers work the other. The strength of her hold will probably leave bruises on my biceps, and I can’t say I don’t love the idea, while the lewd squelching of me pleasuring her becomes the only sound in the room other than me and my brothers’ heavy, uneven breaths as we all watch her obsessively, Ezla’s current moan soundless as she’s swept up in pleasure.

I grunt as her walls flutter around my fingers, dick jerking as her neck extends, her back curving off the bed. Tate murmurs gruffly, “Look at you, Havoc . . . Fuck, your greedy cunt looks so good stretched open. Can’t wait to be balls-deep in you,” but I don’t spare much thought for him other than to wonder how in the hell he hasn’t lunged at me to rip my innards out to tie into a perfect bow for Ezla yet.

“You gonna cum for me, Vengeance? Show me how much I really affect you?” I murmur into her skin, and she spears Avri arrows into me with her eyes, not deigning to give me any other response.

My lips curl upwards as she reaches down and wraps her slim fingers around my wrist like she thinks I might pull away, and I dutifully keep hammering my digits in and out of her with a, “That’s fine, HC—you don’t need to voice what we both already know.”

“Fuck you,” she hisses even as she clenches around me. “I will flay the skin off your cock.”

“Always so violent,” I tut, but I’m grinning. She’s so fucking gorgeous, and my blood heats an extra thousand degrees every time a zap of her pleasure finds me through the bond.