Page 197 of The Bonding Games: Part 1

I don’t think she understands the point of it, but she’s trying to, and I can feel that she does like this through the bond, even amongst the confusion.

And a hint of fear and panic I’ll have abolished as soon as I can prove to her how right this is.

“So . . . is it my go now?”

At Tiger’s eager voice, my head snaps up.

I’d forgotten my brothers were here for a moment there. Ezla has that effect on people.

Our Bonded deliberately shifts her eyes from me to Tiger, and a slow, cruel smirk curves her lips.

The Champion is taking back control now, and my cock hardens inside her all over again, filling her to the brim.

But it’s no longer my turn.

It’s Tiger’s.

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TIGER

Ezzy’s looking at me like she’s gonna eat me for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and I’m all for it.

Please call me your whore, I whine into her still-open mind.

Scotty pulls out of her reluctantly, and a rush of his cum spills from her and onto the sheets.

Both my mouth and eyes pop wide open at the sight. Oh, I want that to be my cum.

Deadly Nightshade grins like a she-devil. “Strip and crawl to me, whore.” Her eyes dance with a dangerous, wicked excitement, and my cock jerks repeatedly, trying to tear through its confines and straight into her abused pussy.

Pulse going crazy and my knees weaker than jelly, I all but throw my grey suit off, tugging at my bow tie and almost strangling myself in the process. My brother, bless his little cotton socks, moves over to help me get the torture device off, and when I’m free, I immediately dismiss him in my haste, ripping the rest of my fancy clothes off like they’re no better than dirty underwear.

My limbs quiver in anticipation as I situate myself on my hands and knees and start to crawl the distance from the edge of the mammoth bed to where my Bonded rests in the middle like the queen she is.

“Good, Puppy,” she purrs, and I’m extremely tempted to bark for her. I adore the pet name.

“Now, you are going to let me use you, are you not? You are going to be a good little whore and lay still for me—or I will tie you up.”

I suck in a sharp breath as I pause in front of her, and her hand snaps out, snatching up my chin. She pulls me closer, her luscious lips nearing mine, and I make a strangled sound, lips parting eagerly, ready to claim hers for my first ever—

“No, Ezzy! Whyyy?!” I cry as she pulls herself out of reach at the last second.

“Because I like to see your desperation for me,” she says without inflection as I attempt to catch her lips with mine again—very valiantly, might I add. How could she refuse such efforts?!

Her hand latches onto my neck.

I moan and shimmy closer. “I’ll be so good . . . such a good whore for you,” I whine, uncaring that my brothers are watching me degrade myself for our Bonded. I love doing it—I want her to own me and use me, and I’m not ashamed of that. Not that I can feel any judgment from them. They’re cool beans like that, my brothers.

DN’s on her knees now, just like me, and she glides a hand into my hair, making me shudder.

Before she uses a punishing grip on the strands to yank my head back, pulling a choked sound from my throat.

I can’t stop myself, and my hands reach out for her—

“Do you want to be restrained, Puppy? Because I will not hesitate.”

I pause.