Page 432 of The Bonding Games: Part 1

“Look at those pretty tits, Vengeance,” I grunt, mesmerised, and she grins evilly, bringing a hand up to grope herself, knowing it’ll make me jealous of her own bloody hand. In punishment, I pound into her even harder, sweat dripping down my spine. But we both know it’s really not punishment at all, only pleasure.

From the force of my thrusts, she has to grip onto the silk sheets again with both hands, but the daggers she throws my way in response aren’t as effective as they were intended to be when I can see the euphoria leaking from her pores.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I taunt, breathing heavily. “Your pussy was made for me, HC—you fit me like a fucking glove.” I angle my pelvis to ram into her sweet spot, and her walls spasm around me, eyes rolling back in her head.

But I can tell after a moment, even before she says it, that she’s craving something else now. And maybe I’d be insulted if I didn’t know the change has nothing to do with my performance and everything to do with her insatiable hunger and desire to be stuffed so full she won’t be able to walk without Avritabs tomorrow.

“You want another cock, Love?” Scotty says lowly from where he sits on the bed nearby, reading her too.

“I volunteer!” Tiger’s arm shoots up into the air, almost whacking a blushing Alby in the face.

“Fucker,” Tate growls. “It should be me taking that hot ass for the first time. She was mine first—”

The warning glance Ezla sends him and Tiger has them both pouting, but when she gives you that look, you know to shut the hell up.

Never mind the fact that I myself always blow straight past that.

Tate grumbles and bitches, but he’s still pumping his cock like he’s been doing the entire bloody time—I honestly don’t know how the fuck he’s still going—with his storm-grey eyes drilling into Ezla as though he’s attempting to telepathically plant a piece of himself inside her. Tiger whines like a kid not allowed to buy the toy they want in a shop, while Alby is simply staring, taking everything in with his usual rounded eyes.

“Yes. I want to be filled completely. I want your cock in my ass,” she commands Scotty, and I slow my movements before stilling completely. Catching my breath, I waste no time in readjusting our position so I’m sat back on my heels with her straddling my thighs, hissing as the move has my cock sinking deeper.

I glance over at Scotty as he snatches up the lube from the bedside table, getting right to it as well. We both know our Bonded doesn’t ask for—or demand, more like—anything unless she’s sure she wants it, so it’s better to not make her wait. If she wants us to stop, we know she’ll have us tossed across the room and on our asses before we even know what’s happening. “You ever done this before?” I ask him.

“Nope,” he mutters as he uncaps the bottle, and I feel the wave of answering satisfaction from the bond as Ezla opens it up for us again, allowing everything she’s feeling to flow into us. “You?”

“No.”

More satisfaction.

“You really are possessive, aren’t you, Vengeance?” My lips pull up on one side as I give her ass a firm squeeze, then a light spank for good measure.

Gratification swarms me as I soak up the sight of her drooping eyelids and the eager swirl of her hips I’m greeted with in return.

“You like that, don’t you? When I spank you like that?” I murmur as Scotty comes up behind her on his knees, slicking his dick up before dribbling some lube onto her ass. Ezla looks over her slim shoulder at him while her hands rest on my biceps, and her lips part as she watches him.

An image comes through then as Scotty projects what he’s seeing into our Bonded’s unwarded mind with the new handy-as-hell trick we’ve learned, treating us all to a premium view of HC’s asshole just as he sinks a glistening finger inside. Pumping the digit in and out, he lets her get used to the feeling as she moves about impatiently in my arms, shoving her ass back to take more of his finger. He chuckles, shaking his head lightly at her, slipping another digit inside a moment later. “That feel okay?” he checks in as he scissors them, and I focus on the image obsessively, hips bucking up into Vengeance at the sight of her back hole stretching out like that, readying to be filled.

“Yes. This has been done to me before.”

Everyone turns to stone.

I did not . . . like that phrasing.

Not. One. Bit.

Fury and disgust rise within me, and Ezla’s mismatched eyes sharpen at the dramatic shift in atmosphere.

Catching my gaze over her shoulder, Scotty gives a firm shake of his head, expression grim. I have to take a deep breath to steady myself, though it trembles with the might of my wrath, my need for vengeance in the name of our girl. I can’t let the ever-growing suspicions I have about the hidden parts of her life taint this moment.

Once he’s satisfied—both with the perceived assurance I’m not about to flip out and how prepped Ezla is—Scotty shifts closer, and I move my arms to give him room to grab onto her hips, forcing myself with all my will to tuck HC’s words away for tomorrow: In an unspoken agreement, me and the guys have decided that’s when we’re digging deeper into our Bonded’s past, and that’s when we’ll uncover every truth she’s kept hidden away all these years. But right now is a special, precious moment, and I won’t let my poor temper get in the way and ruin that. This is a huge step for Vengeance already, letting us have her like this, and I refuse to base all my time with her around the trauma of her past. That’s not fair on either of us, and I’m finally realising that.

Ezla watches Scotty with a laser focus as he lifts a hand to gently but firmly guide her head to his to kiss her deeply, and I can’t lie and say there’s no jealousy, but I also don’t ever feel the need to throttle him—not like Tate has to fight the urge to do whenever he re-evaluates his decision to share Vengeance. It happens with me or one of the other guys at least once or twice a day, where we can feel his glare peeling our skin apart. Admittedly, it’s a huge improvement from how he was weeks ago when we first met him and his vocabulary was cut short to “Havoc” and “mine”, so I don’t really think too much of it anymore, only reminding him of the word “ours” every time he claims otherwise.

“I haven’t done this before, either—I’ve neither shared a woman nor done anal,” Scotty says when he pulls away, and the image is gone from my head now, but I know he’s lining himself up, so I adjust my position again in preparation.

Gratified, HC hums lightly, before asking absently, trailing the tips of her fingernails along his arm, “Are they still alive?”

Scotty rolls his lips together, and I think he’s trying to appear neutral, but he’s not doing a great job of hiding his own pleasure at her possessiveness. “The girls I’ve slept with? I’m not entirely sure, Love. I don’t remember their names.”