Page 651 of The Bonding Games: Part 1

“I will spank you if I have to.”

My dick twitches beneath her.

Narrowing her eyes, she ignores that and says, “Have I ever made you feel as though I view you any differently because of your ADHD?”

“No, but—”

“I let Tate and Scotty have me because they are not as innocent as you,” she cuts me off once more. “They feel . . . I do not think I could ruin them with who I am. They will stay who they are no matter what. You are . . . I do not want to accidentally destroy you. I find I do not like the idea as I once did. Every time I attempt to fantasise about it, the feelings I receive in return are particularly unpleasant.” Awwwwww, that is so cute! My heart bounces around inside my chest happily. “I no longer wish to harm you on purpose, but you are susceptible to my actions and temper. You are more . . . bendable.”

“You can bend me any way you want. I’ll be a rubber band—”

Her hand slaps over my mouth. “I want to enjoy my first time with you. I . . . I do want you. You make me feel . . .” Five sets of lungs still. “You make me feel,” she settles on, and even though it’s not the confession of love that I’m desperate for, this is more than I could’ve believed I’d ever get, and my heart lifts back up. “Believe it or not, I want you . . . happy.” Her nose wrinkles on the word, as if the admission is a disgrace, and she adds, “I think. I do not like . . . when you are upset. I would—”

“I understand!” I race the words out of my mouth, seeing how much she’s struggling to comprehend her own emotions, and beam up at her. And I do now—I understand. Even though I want Ezzy with every cell in my being, even though I’m dying to be connected to her so intimately, desperate for her to take my virginity, to claim me wholly and primally . . . I understand. And I couldn’t be happier that she wants to give me all of herself, all of her confidence, when we’re together for our first time. It means so much more to me than if she were to not think this through and then regret it afterwards. She needs to know she won’t ruin me before she takes me, and that might take some time. Time I’m more than willing to give her so she’s as happy as I am when we finally come together. I’ve waited weeks already for the girl of my dreams to consume me—I’m sure I can wait a few more.

Especially if she’s gonna give me more explosive orgasms along the way . . .

60

ALBY

Ezla turns to me, and a whimper gets lodged in my throat as I freeze up. The men around me disappear as my world narrows down to nothing but my Bonded, and I already know her next words before she says them:

“The same goes for you. I will not destroy you.”

“You couldn’t,” I rush out, voice hoarse.

“But I could.” She pauses, considering her next words, head canting a fraction. “I will . . . Give me time.” She visibly cringes at herself, at the way she’s struggled to say so many things tonight. It’s so unlike her to find words difficult, to not have a perfectly put-together response for everything, and I can tell this is all a lot harder for her than we even know. She’s closed the bond off again as well, which I hate, and it only makes it more obvious that she’s struggling, though she’d never admit it.

“Of course! I didn’t— I wouldn’t ever rush you! I-I don’t even know what I’m doing with all this! I just know that I want you and whatever you’re willing to give—”

“Whatever I am willing to give, slut?”

I snap to attention, cock thickening from where it had softened marginally while I listened to the seriousness of the topic with Ezla attempting to hide her pain. She’s back in control now, and I’m sure that’s as helpful and calming for her as it is for me to be the one dominated. “Y-yes.” The word stumbles over my tongue in my haste to get it out.

“Very good.”

She yanks me into her by my collar.

Squeaking, I stare dumbly into her mismatched eyes right in front of me. “You’re so, so pretty . . .” I whisper unsteadily. It’s not enough to say that, nowhere near enough, but my mind malfunctions around her, breaking down to leave only the basics so that I can only function off her desires.

Studying me for a moment, Ezla then leans in, her warm cheek brushing mine, and my breath catches. Her lips brush my ear as she coos, “And you are such a handsome boy.”

Mouth dropping open, my face flames at once. I don’t move an inch, only managing a broken mewl in response.

I’ve never been called handsome before, and while I’m definitely more confident with my appearance lately after all my training and my body receiving the proper nutrition for it, it’s not near enough to have me believe I’m attractive. But the way she says it . . . it sounds so real and genuine. Maybe because she never minces her words and doesn’t lie unless it comes to protecting her secrets.

"My slut.” Her tongue flicks my earlobe, and I melt into her like butter on a pan. “It pleases me to know you have never been with another. I should be the only one to touch you in this life.”

I’m a little dizzy with the possessiveness in her voice, my entire body tingly with how special she’s making me feel. “Y-you are . . .” I breathe in a daze. “My only one.”

“Good boy, Alby.”

My hips shift restlessly. “Y-yes, I’m a good boy. Only yours.”

She hums. Before her hand presses over my trousers, cupping and rubbing me lightly, if only to tease me.

I make a strangled sound, hips circling, longing for more. “I-I’m yours . . . I won’t ever be anyone else’s, I promise.”