Page 179 of The Bonding Games: Part 2

Holding my weight up while I struggle with the rest, Vengeance smooths a hand over my damp hair, and I swear I can feel myself falling even deeper in love.

After she’s given me a couple minutes to recollect myself, she lets go of me with an instruction to go lie down on my side on our bed, and I drag my sore body over to it without complaint. Scotty receives the exact same treatment once he’s freed, and then he’s dumping himself down opposite me.

Despite our joined exhaustion, our hands snatch Ezla up the moment she settles herself between us.

“Lube,” she says, smirking at me over her shoulder as she hands me the bottle.

“Thanks, HC,” I murmur with a kiss to her satin-smooth shoulder, taking a moment to inhale her hot-cinnamon scent before I pop the lid up.

While I prepare myself, gritting my teeth as I rub my hand over my sensitive-as-fuck cock, Scotty gets into position with Ezla, his hand swallowing her thigh as he pulls it over his hip. Their synchronised moans alert me to the moment he sinks inside of her, and I toss the bottle of lube behind me when I’m done with it before grabbing my shaft and pressing the head of my cock to her back hole. “I’m not gonna be able to hold back, Vengeance,” I warn lowly. “I’m not going to last at all.”

“That is perfectly fine. I want your cum.”

Swallowing, I take a deep breath, exhaling it all on a long, deep moan when I push my hips forwards. One hand slides over her waist to press my palm against her stomach as I seat myself inside of her ass, and when delight zaps through her, I realise I’m probably making Scotty feel even more prominent at her front with the pressure. “Yeah? You want us to fuck our cum into you, Vengeance?”

Humming out her yes, she clenches, and Scotty lets out a quiet grunt as he and I start to move. In silent communication, I briefly lock eyes with him, and he brings his hand between their bodies to play with her clit while we make sure our thrusts are in sync, just how our Bonded likes it. “Does that feel good, Love?” he murmurs.

In response, we receive another quiet sound of pleasure, and Scotty rubs her little nub faster, both of us upping the pumping of our hips.

Sliding my right arm between her and the silk-covered mattress, I replace my right palm with my left on her abdomen to keep that pressure there while my freed hand slides over her heated skin to find her breast. Lips working over her shoulder, I palm her perky tit, breathing rate picking up too rapidly, spine too tingly and heated, the tip of my cock too sensitive to hold back my orgasm for much longer. And so I give Ezla all of me, determined to get her there before me and my brother.

“Come on, Vengeance. Come for us,” I breathe into her raggedly. “Come on Scotty’s cock while I fill your asshole with me—”

Biting down on Scotty’s neck, Ezla loses it before I can finish, her moan muffled in his skin and mixing with his as he throws his head back, crying out. Brows scrunching, I explode right with them as she clenches around me again, strangling my dick, demanding my cum. “Ezla—Ezla,” I groan out, voice hoarse, as my hips stutter to a stop, body completely unresponsive, only able to do as I said I would—fill her with me.

No clue which planet I’m on, but as long as I’m by my Vengeance, I’m as bloody happy as can be. And so I gasp her in as I struggle to fill my lungs with oxygen, arms never leaving her burning body while we shake together, as I hear those motherfucking devastating words in my head:

I love you. I love you both. You are mine.

EPILOGUE 3

ALBY

My parents burst into tears the moment they opened their house’s front door to find me on the other side. I did too, and the three of us have only just stopped crying.

I’m not insulted, but more than worrying about my safety like most parents would’ve been, they’ve likely been mourning a death that’s now never come because of her. I know for a fact none of us expected me to return here when I visited on the first of August before I met The Bonding Games Headquarters for the first time.

My parents pull back from our tight embrace, and it’s at that moment that my mum is the first to notice the other people stood behind me.

“Oh my god!” she all but shrieks, and my eyes widen to saucers as she runs for my Bonded.

Oh shit.

“Wait, mum—!”

Sobbing her heart out, she wraps the most violent, deadly woman in existence in a crushing hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! You saved my son! You got my son through the Games! I can tell you trained him! And then in each Bonding Game, you were there for him—” Her own tears cut her off as she completely breaks down.

Ezla stands as stiff as a board. “He is mine. I love him,” she says tonelessly, but I can feel her discomfort. She would never hurt my parents, I can feel that too, but she’s really not liking this.

“Mum,” I rush out, hurrying the rest of the way over to her and grabbing her arm to tug her backwards. “Ezla doesn’t really like physical contact. Uh, except with us five.” I’m so sorry, I send down the bond at the same time, and I relax a fraction when I feel an answering velvet-and-sin caress.

Keeping a hold of her, I wrap an arm around my mum’s shoulders, whose shining blue gaze enlarges as she watches Tate press right up against Ezla’s back and wrap a possessive arm around her waist while Scotty subtly brushes the back of his hand against hers as he steps forwards to greet my parents. “Mrs White. Mr White.” He nods at each of them in turn.

The latter moves closer with his hand held out, and Scotty doesn’t hesitate to take it. “Angie and Dec is fine,” my dad says with a kind smile, eyes red-rimmed and glistening although he’s stopped crying now, having regained himself faster than my mum.

After Scotty smiles back with a nod and they’ve shaken hands, Tiger pops up next to him and holds out his own hand enthusiastically before he can even speak. “I’m Tiger!” he says cheerily, taking my dad’s hand and shaking it up and down enthusiastically.

The smile on my dad’s face widens to a grin, the corners of his eyes creasing. “I think the entire world knows that,” he replies good-naturedly. Then his eyes roam around everyone else. “You’re all quite famous.” Throat working, a seriousness comes back onto his face a moment later. “And you’ve all been so good to Alby. I can’t thank you enough.”