Page 869 of The Bonding Games: Part 1

Hands on her backside, I carry her to our Bonded bedroom at the end of the hallway, and Tiger scans his thumb to open the door with a whiny, “When’s it my go?! Me and Alby haven’t got a kiss yet! Ezzy, I need your lips to moisten mine, or they’ll get dry! Don’t you care about my dry lips?!”

When I pull my mouth from Ezla’s as I walk her into the bedroom, the sparsely placed glows of the Avri strips on the walls illuminating the glossy black surfaces all around, I could swear I feel a hint of fondness through the bond, her eyes softening, if just marginally, and it makes me love her even more; she’s vicious and cruel, even to us at times, and yet she’s never made my brother feel bad about who he is like so many others have tried to.

While I set Ezla down and shrug off my suit jacket, my brothers fan out around the massive bed of onyx silks, and Cooper takes off his own jacket before grabbing some lube from one of the bedside table’s drawers, placing it on the top in case we need it. Dropping the fabric to the floor, I then unbutton my waistcoat . . . undo my tie . . . followed by the buttons of my white shirt. All the while, I keep my eyes on my Bonded, and she keeps hers on mine, understanding what this is, the way I’m baring myself to her before I ever ask the same of her.

“I love you, Ezla.” I realise that’s the first time I’ve told her so directly, though I know she already knows, and it’s easier than breathing to share my feelings for her. She flinches slightly, but I continue without a hitch, needing her to get used to me saying that, because I want to a lot more from now on. “I love you, and I’m going to take care of you.”

She admitted to wanting our love earlier in the car, even if not in so many words, but I know she still needs help accepting it and understanding that it’s not bad at all. She needs to learn that her father’s brand of love is not love at all, only possession, something sick and twisted that tries to ruin this moment as the thought of him weighs heavy on me.

I have to shove it away. That’s for tomorrow. This is a special night, and me and her other Bonds will learn more about her hours from now, when the time is right. For now, I want to explore her body, take care of her the way she deserves, in a way she hasn’t been taken care of before.

Naked now, I let her get her fill, my erection standing up proudly, red and swollen and ready for her. The slow roam of her eyes over every inch of my body causes my skin to break out in goosebumps and my cock to jump visibly.

I can’t help but wrap my hand around it to stroke myself a few times, and her focus drills into the action, provoking more pre-cum to bead at the tip.

Once she’s done with her perusal, the room stops breathing as she slowly slips one golden strap off a slim shoulder, then the other, the liquid gold that is her dress trickling down her body until it pools on the floor.

“So beautiful . . .” Alby whispers from somewhere, but I can’t shift my eyes from my Bonded as she stands in only her jewellery and heeled snake sandals. For the first time, we can see all of her clearly, from every angle—no bed at her back or small scrap of fabric to block an inch of her from view, only glinting gold accents to highlight her as the goddess she is.

“Stunning, Love,” I rasp.

Tate’s form of agreement comes in a rough groan and his hand rubbing over his dick—which he’s been constantly adjusting since after he’d got hard again before he’d even pulled out of Ezla earlier—in my peripheral, Tiger’s comes in an enthusiastic, “Please sit on my dick and ride me like a horse!”, and Cooper just lets out a huffed breath as if that’s all he can manage. I completely get him there.

Stepping closer, I sweep Ezla up again, and while she looks slightly uncertain with the tenderness I’m showing, she doesn’t object, allowing me to lay her out on the bed, her head sinking into the plush black pillows. My cock brushes against her slick entrance in the process, and my entire body jolts, but I focus on moving down hers, planting soft kisses over her satiny skin with every inch I lower. Her hips twitch up subtly, encouraging a small smirk to briefly curl my lips at her need for me when I kiss her smooth mound.

She huffs when I move on, and my desire and amusement both rise at the lour on her face as her mismatched eyes track my every move.

I search for the clasp of her shoe on her left leg, fiddling a little with it when I find it. Removing one heeled sandal, my other hand holding the underside of her knee to lift her leg for me, I gently kiss the arch of her foot, smiling when it twitches lightly in response. Then I lift my gaze to find somewhere to put the shoe where it won’t get in the way.

Tiger rushes forwards with excited eyes and snatches it from me like the damn thing is Ezla herself.

More mirth slides through me, and after taking my time with the other sandal, I pass that to him too, seeing him zoom across the room to start a pile of gold by the wall.

Kissing my way back up Ezla’s leg, I trail my hands along with me up her outer claves and thighs, then up over the sides of her waist, and higher. Pausing on her breast, she sucks in a hissed breath when I flick my tongue over her nipple before circling the hard bud with the tip.

“Scotty . . .” she growls in warning.

“Love . . .” I tease lowly, blowing on the turgid dusty-pink peak.

“I am going to—”

“Relax,” I fill in for her, and the daggers in her eyes turn into lethal lasers.

“I do not . . . know what to do with this, Scotty,” she says haltingly, at a loss for words yet another time tonight, brows furrowing.

My features soften, and my heart aches for this devastatingly beautiful woman who’s known nothing but pain her entire life. “You don’t have to know everything all the time, Love,” I tell her gently, hand on her waist rubbing slow circles. And when she tries to speak again with what’s no doubt another rebuttal, I nip her nipple lightly to shush her, earning me more slitted eyes. “Let me give you this. If you really don’t like it, you tell me to stop, okay?”

“I am . . . uncomfortable,” she admits stiffly, and I pause instantly, chest seizing. Until she continues, “But I do not know if I want you to stop.”

“Hmm . . .” I place another kiss on her skin, this time between the hills of her breasts, heart calming as relief floods my insides. “You can throw me across the room if it gets too much,” I offer.

“Hm.”

Suppressing a smile, I move further up her body. She parts her legs wider for me, and I settle between them.

I can feel the eyes of my brothers on Ezla, and partly me as a result, even if I’m not what holds their attention. Yet it doesn’t feel weird, just right; we’re all meant to be Ezla’s, and though Tate can still be quite volatile, I know he and the other three only really care about our Bonded’s pleasure here and are unbothered by both the sight of me giving it to her and my nudity. Even if there is definitely a subtle jealousy in the room, each of them desperate to feel Ezla for themselves.

Running my fingertips over her arms, I trail them to her delicate-looking hands that belie the power and brutality within them, eyes scanning over her gold-painted nails before I gently start to remove her jewellery, starting with the gleaming rings on her left hand, then removing those on the right, before moving on to her bracelets on either wrist.