Page 120 of The Bonding Games: Part 2

“You would like to . . . make love to me?”

I nod, running my hands up her satiny-smooth back.

“Hm.”

Taking my hand, she leads me over to the bed. Letting me go when we reach it, a vicious curse is pulled from her when she’s lifted onto the mattress.

When I set her gently down in the centre and she flips onto her back to glare with a force I think she’s hoping will scorch my skin off, I tell her with a barely supressed smile, “Sorry, Love. I just wanted to pick you up.”

“I am aware of the ridiculous urge that came over you,” she grinds out, seething. “Please do ‘make love to me’ before I decide I would much rather castrate you.”

“Of course, Ezla,” I soothe as I climb up after her. As she moves up the bed, closer to the headboard, her eyes darken at the sight of me crawling towards her on all fours.

“Do not move, my wild one, my beast,” she says without taking her eyes off me, and I flick my eyes to the right just as Tate pauses any and all movement. He and Tiger are a few feet away on either side of us, so we have room, but they can definitely reach us since the chains they’re attached to allow for quite a bit of leeway. “Obey me, and I may reconsider letting you touch me.”

“Oh! Yes please!” Tiger exclaims enthusiastically as he also stills from where he’d been making a not-so-inconspicuous approach on our left.

“What about me, Vengeance?” Cooper’s dark eyes narrow on Ezla as he tips his head to see her better from his place near the foot of the bed.

Her eyes narrow right back. “Possibly.”

“A-and me?” Alby squeaks from the other side.

“Possibly,” she repeats without inflection.

Her stare burns into my hand as it wraps around my throbbing cock when I pause between the toned thighs she parts for me. Running my palm over the mushroom head, I collect the moisture there before stroking myself a few times.

She makes a low, purring sound, and my eyes droop to heavy-lidded as she visibly clenches around nothing.

Ablaze all over, my thumb extends on my free hand as it finds her centre and glides through her folds. “So wet for me,” I whisper reverently as her hips twitch, my eyes only just able to pick up on the subtle movement.

Watching me with all that heavy, intense attention of hers, Ezla doesn’t make a sound as I clench my fist around myself while dipping my head. Lashes fluttering as I inhale her sweet scent, my hand moves to her thigh to open her up further for me.

I kiss her mound tenderly before I lick a long stripe up her slit.

Hips jolting obviously this time, her hands latch onto my head, nails digging into my scalp. “Scotty.”

Smiling against her, I move my tongue slowly back and forth, drawing more wetness from her. The harder those claws of her dig into my scalp in response, the more violently my length jerks about in my grasp.

“I want you inside me.” She speaks through breaths already starting to turn choppy, and my insides light with pride. “Now. My pussy aches,” she adds bluntly.

Chuckling quietly into her skin, I then lift my head. “Of course, Love.”

Moving myself further up the bed, I crawl on top of her before dipping my neck to press my lips to hers. I really want to take my time with her today, to go slow and show her how special she is to me, especially after what just happened, the overpowering, devastating fear I felt at the thought of losing her, one that hasn’t left me fully, a fine tremor vibrating my insides that I work to keep from my limbs. And I know she understands that, because she doesn’t try to roughen the kiss, simply allows me to pour all my love down on her while I move my mouth with hers, tilting my head to deepen the kiss but still keeping it tender as my palm finds her thigh and rubs back and forth after I’ve hitched it up by my hip. My brothers stay quiet, too, no one protesting as she sends down the bond, I will be with Scotty alone for a moment.

When she’s got the bond open to all of us, I can feel everyone, but it’s typically their faint presence, with hers a much more prominent one at the forefront; I only need to reach effortlessly for her thoughts and emotions to find them if she’s not pushing them out, whether that’s intentionally or not, and I can feel my brothers’ emotions and hear their thoughts whenever Ezla receives them—which is a lot more than I originally thought with the way we seem to unintentionally throw everything her way—but I’ve noticed she’s able to filter them and that she seeks us out intentionally to get closer peeks at us sometimes, and it’s not as chaotic as it might seem. It’s calming, actually, having everyone there together.

But I can’t deny the flood of heated passion that rolls over me in waves as Ezla and I are enclosed in a little bubble.

Are you okay, Love? I ask as I press our chests together and gently roll us onto our sides, breaking away from her lips. Is this okay?

Her response comes in the form of a wordless smoky caress.

I shiver.

Our heads find the plush pillows, and electricity zaps through me as my cock presses to her thigh, throbbing against her silken skin. Shifting, my pelvis softly knocks against hers as my lips find her neck, pulling a low huff from her, and my arm slides between her neck and the bed, wrapping around her, my hand finding her exposed shoulder.

With her leg shifting higher over my hip, my other hand grips the base of my cock to bring the leaking tip to her entrance, pulse picking up as I take my mouth from hers to look between us. Breath hitching, I roll my hips subtly, pressing against her, before my hand moves to her backside to bring her closer.