Page 746 of The Bonding Games: Part 1

So be it.

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It’s a little harder to change my mindset than I thought it would be.

I still very much want to stomp Scotty’s head into the ground and watch his brain explode in a mess of mushy matter as my Havoc’s hands move over his body.

I know that dickface is enjoying every second.

“Up.” She taps his arm none too gently, and my envy climbs higher. She should only be slapping me around. Ordering me what to do. She’s my Havoc.

Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine—

“Fucking hell, Ezla,” Scotty hisses as she slams her fist into his stomach without warning. Doubling over, he clutches at where the blow brutally connected. “What was that for?”

“I would very much like to kill you. Do not complain at such kinder alternatives.”

“Why are you training us, then?” he asks, voice tense, even as he straightens back into position, raising his arms up with his unmanifested armoury sticks in either hand.

“Do not question me. I will annihilate you,” she says tonelessly, and fire singes my veins.

So fucking hot.

I rub my hard cock, needing some extra pressure to really feel the friction through the sinthine.

“Right,” he mutters, blowing out a weighty breath as Havoc mirrors his stance, his eyes studying her carefully behind his visor. “Give it to me, then.”

“Gladly.”

“Fuck!” He jumps out of the way as her Avri manifests in a luminous crimson blade, slicing through the air where he once stood. Gasps from Tiger and Alby come from my right by the weights in our private training room while Scotty exclaims, “What the fuck?!”

“Did you not just ask for death?” my sexy goddess of mass destruction says, deadpan.

Fuck, I’m gonna cum.

“No!” Scotty gapes at her incredulously. “I meant come at me with your armoury stick—

“I did.”

“—unmanifested,” he finishes with heavy emphasis.

“Stop whining. You are perfectly fine.”

Groaning, he scrubs a forearm over the top of his helmet, as if forgetting it’s there. “Can you just . . . please demanifest your Avri?”

She considers this, head canting ever so slightly, then concedes with a, “For now.”

Sighing in relief, a curse leaves his mouth in the next second as he darts out of the way to avoid a vicious blow from her now-demanifested armoury stick. But he doesn’t complain this time as they trade blows, him always holding off on his on the rare occasions they do manage to land.

They continue for a while, and impatience for my turn builds within me, rising up alongside the ever-present jealousy when Scotty’s eyes darken in what can only be desire. There’s also an intensity in there I recognise from his common glances at Alby and Tiger that tells me he’s simultaneously imagining taking care of her, protecting her. But Havoc doesn’t fucking need any protection, and I’m the only one who’s supposed to take up that unnecessary role of guard and get dropkicked for it by my girl.

Glaring, I grind my teeth. But I don’t attack. It’s very well-executed control, so he better be fucking grateful.

Practice makes perfect, they say.

They should all hope they give my girl every damn thing she wants, or I may forget to practice at all.

After Scotty’s turn is over, he switches places with Cooper, coming to stand on my left by the wall with a wince he fails to hide.