Page 886 of The Bonding Games: Part 1

Stretching out like a cat, Havoc’s muscles ripple, her sweat-damp skin glinting in the low white Avri lighting on the wall above the padded headboard. Sweet little curls have formed on her moistened hairline, and my insides melt.

Mine, mine, mine, mine . . .

Ours, ours, ours, ours . . .

It’s quiet in here now. Peaceful. And even Tiger doesn’t break that, only rushing butt-ass naked through the open doorway connecting the bedroom to the bathroom, I’m guessing to grab supplies to clean our Bonded up.

Until he comes back and gasps loudly, freezing in place.

All eyes are drawn to him and his excessive pile of black cloths.

“What’s wrong?” Scotty asks with a frown, tensing as if prepared to slay a dragon for his brother if one escapes anyone’s TV and crashes through the windowless walls around us . . . not that a dragon could break taalk if one were real. I don’t think so, anyway, but we’re not exactly privy to information that would allow us to understand how to destroy ninety-nine percent of Techta, and I don’t care to know anyhow.

“Nothing!” Tiger whisper-shouts. It’s then that I realise his plate-sized blue eyes are stuck on my back.

A slow smirk inches up the corner of my mouth.

“What the hell is so interesti— What the fuck?!” Cooper exclaims as he gets a good look too.

“Turn around, my beast. I have not seen it properly, although I have caught glimpses in your thoughts.”

Obeying, I give Havoc my back, unable to keep from flexing the muscles there as I feel her scorching gaze searing into me. And also . . . My beast. Her. Fucking. Beast.

My dick twitches, and a drop of pre-cum rolls down the head. My heart aches and writhes for her.

“You have a tattoo of her on your back?” Scotty says incredulously as he too gets an eyeful.

Looking over my shoulder, I bore my eyes into Ezla, tongue dragging along my upper teeth. “Yeah.”

Like the ‘EXOT’ on my baby’s Avri suit, the lettering runs vertically, and Scotty, whether purposely or not, projects the image into her mind, and therefore ours since the bond is still open. So I get a front-row seat to the masterpiece I had permanently etched into my skin the moment I realised I was in love with my girl three years ago, a rapturous shiver running down my spine as it always does when I take in the tattoo:

H

A

V

O

C

The letters run down my spine and are two and a half inches wide.

“How the actual fuck did we not know that was there when you’ve been half-naked or less a handful of times in front us?” Cooper’s brows dip so deeply they almost touch.

“Maybe because we’re only ever looking at Ezla?” Scotty drawls.

“Well, yeah . . . but how come you didn’t boast about it?” Cooper asks, eyeing me like I’m some foreign specimen.

“It was meant to be a surprise for Havoc.” I wink at my girl, and she blinks like she doesn’t know what to do with me now that she’s no longer impaled on my cock or with another part of me stuffed inside of her. “Obviously, that didn’t completely work out ‘cause I’m always thinking about you on my skin.”

She hums, but her eyes hold undeniable satisfaction, and I puff up.

Knew my baby would love it.

“I want one!” Tiger wails as he rushes over and dumps the pile of small towels on the bed. Each of us men immediately snatch one up.

“You’ve got more than enough credits—I’m not stopping you,” Scotty says with some amusement as he parts Havoc’s thighs and gently starts to wipe her flawlessly abused pussy clean. Her eyes slit with that stunning look that tells everyone she’s a tigress on the prowl, ready to strike at any moment.