Page 864 of The Bonding Games: Part 1

He moans.

Arousal snakes through the bond.

Everyone straightens.

Cock pulsing immediately, I know DN’s opened her mind to all of us again when I hear Tate’s voice in it, and therefore mine: Fuck, Havoc, are you wet for me? For us? He tacks that on the end as an afterthought, like he still only sees Nightshade as his, but I can’t complain when he’s so much calmer about it than he used to be . . . even if when it was time to pass her to me during the dancing half an hour ago, he attempted to punch my lights out.

It’s a work in progress.

I am not, Wifey replies evenly, features detached as she takes another calm sip from her glass.

Such a little liar today, Vengeance, Cooper croons.

I will—

Ezla, Love, do you want some help with that ache? Scotty cuts her off before she can tell us how much she’d love to rip our fingernails and toenails out and stab them into our skin until we resemble hedgehogs.

Let’s hope she didn’t hear that and get any ideas.

No. Her tone is dispassionate.

Liar.

She sends out a low warning growl aimed at Cooper. Then tenses when Scotty—who’s sat on one side of her with Alby on the other—moves his hand to rest gently on her lower back.

What do you think you are doing? Ezla hisses, though her face shows none of the internal war going on between her and us as she keeps up her cold and collected facade for the rest of the room.

I said: Do you want some help with that ache, Love? he repeats steadily, not letting up today.

Her jaw grinds, and no words float to me or anyone else in response.

That hand on her back moves lower, before sliding around to her front and disappearing. Disappointed, which I hope is clear by the big pout on my lips, I debate crawling under the table to have a look—when an image pops into my head.

Ezzy had briefly filled the other four in our group in on that tad bit of information when we first sat down, and my brother is clearly putting the knowledge to good use as he projects the sight of his hand slipping through the slit in Ez’s dress into her mind, where I sit with a cinematic view, front-row seat.

Please me, DN snaps abruptly, as if this was her idea all along, when Scotty’s hand teasingly inches higher. She’s always needing to be in control.

Scotty doesn’t object. Yes, Love.

With the gold satin covering his hand, I can’t see near enough, but with the way Ezzy jolts subtly and smouldering blue eyes zip up to her face when my brother’s hand must reach her centre, I’m aware of exactly what’s there—or not there—even before I hear his voice through her mind: No underwear, Love?

Tate grunts and adjusts himself with the inconspicuousness of a hippo whizzing by on shimmering pink roller skates with a matching tutu. Lift the dress and show me my pussy.

Ours, Scotty reminds him. And no.

A threatening rumble like an avalanche sounds from my left where Tate sits.

From Cooper, who sits on my right between me and my bestie, I hear, Cool it. Unless you want others to see the pleasure written all over our Bonded when she cums?

Tater Tot halts everything at once.

I shift, trying to relieve some of the pressure on my erection, breath catching when Ez’s does as Scotty touches her between her thighs. I zoom in on the image he’s still displaying to us all, imagining the stretch of her pussy around his fingers as the liquid-like lustrous material of her dress moves up and down with his actions.

A whimper has me shooting a quick glance at Alby, and I see my lucky bestie getting VIP viewing in the cinema to watch everything. His wide eyes stare down at Ezla’s lap beside him, his face red and his chest rising and falling in short little pants.

I whip my attention back to Ezzy as pleasure spirals through the bond, and I watch from Scotty’s perspective as his hand speeds up, and keeps speeding up, until—

Stop. DN’s hand latches onto his forearm like a vice, and he stills, eyes slowly rising to meet hers. We are leaving.