Page 59 of The Bonding Games: Part 2

But I’m too elated to not do something. I’m on cloud fucking nine, and clearly that’s upped the death-wishing tendencies I seem to have when I’m around her as I playfully bite her palm.

Hissing, her eyes flare, and she snatches her hand back. “You—”

“I love you, Vengeance,” I blurt.

Mouth frozen open, she blinks once.

Okay, that was not planned out at all. Maybe I should stay surly if being all bubbly and shit makes me reveal all my secrets so carelessly.

I don’t take my words back, though. They were evidently dying to come out, and I needed her to know, especially after all the bullshit since the Halfway Ball. I only wait for her, watching her carefully, until she says evenly, “It took you long enough to tell me.”

Huffing, my grip tightens on her, and she shockingly allows me to pull her further up my body. “That’s what every man wants to hear after they’ve just told the love of their life their feelings, Vengeance.”

She snickers, and I forget about any minor humiliation or irritation I might’ve just felt. “You are adorable. It is delightful to see you so unbalanced this way.”

My teeth capture my lower lip as I attempt to smother another grin. “Did you just call me adorable, HC?”

She blinks as if she didn’t realise she did, then scowls. “You will not speak of this to anyone.” Her hiss is threatening, and she digs her nails into my skin harshly. It’s as if she thinks she’s just committed some sort of crime.

And I can’t help it.

I burst out laughing.

Growling, she comes at me, fangs out and all. Except I flip her over before she can chomp my damn nose off like she was seemingly aiming to, and the moment my still-hard cock brushes against her cum-drenched entrance, those attempts fly right out the window . . . or through the taalk walls, or whatever.

Ezla’s pupils blow out, swallowing the irises whole, and those claws of hers dig into my back as she pulls me closer.

“Again, Vengeance?” I say roughly.

“Again,” she agrees impatiently, and I don’t hesitate to sink myself inside of her once more.

And as a fresh layer of sweat builds on our skin and she lets out fucking breathtaking moans for me that bounce off the walls this time, my groans that almost sound anguished mix in with the rhythmic slapping of our skin. They’re probably not able to be completely snuffed out by the indestructible walls surrounding us, and the bed’s too luxurious and robust to shift, but if it weren’t, from the force of my thrusts, I’m sure the headboard would be smacking into the wall right about now to add to that indiscreet chorus. Not that I care as I bury myself inside of her over and over and over again, my hands on her thighs, her calves, her waist, her breasts, her arms . . .

Something’s shifted here, something so precious, and I didn’t know it could feel any better than it already did, but the pleasure is so bloody great, so all-consuming, I can’t form a single coherent thought. I simply feel Ezla’s presence, her essence, us twining together so inexorably, and something like . . . freedom.

21

TATE

Nostrils flaring, I glower down at the two bodies wrapped around each other in Scotty’s bed.

“Awww . . . look how cute they are,” Tiger coos, clasping his hands under his chin as he leans closer to get a better look at a naked Havoc. And the asshole in the way.

I’m doing a lot better with my jealousy recently. I’ve finally come to understand that this situation is well and truly permanent, and every time I catch hints of Havoc’s hidden feelings slipping through the bond or her actions, it encourages me to lose more and more bitterness over the fact. If I’m honest, it’s been fading for a while, but this is the most settled I’ve ever been.

Well, not right at this moment. Just because I’ve accepted these guys now, doesn’t mean I’m not gonna be jealous to see one of them wrapped around Havoc like a motherfucking barnacle. I mean, does he have to be so possessive about it? Cooper’s practically screaming “fuck off, she’s mine” for the world to hear, and yet everyone’s acting like this is totally normal.

I slept like a motherfucking rock, too, and I’m sure Scotty, Tiger, and Alby did as well—especially the second-mentioned brother, who’s a ball of unending energy once more—so none of us actually heard any rough fucking going on, but it’s extremely motherfucking clear that’s exactly what happened. Though, considering they’re sleeping in Scotty’s bed, I know he already knew before he woke in our Bonded bedroom around the same time as the rest of us. How he didn’t join in, I have absolutely zero clue.

He also couldn’t prevent me from charging after him like a bowling ball when he came in here to try and get dressed after briefly mentioning Cooper’s and Ezla’s names in the same sentence before attempting to play it off.

Tiger was hot on my heels, of course, dragging a red-faced Alby along with him before Scotty could close the door. So now, here we are.

I let out a disgruntled grunt, arms crossed over my chest. “He’s blocking the good view.” Cooper’s naked body covers all the bare skin I’m ever interested in; him and my Havoc are on top of the silk bedsheets, but she’s barely visible in his secure hold.

“Hmm . . . true, Tater Tot,” Tiger muses, and I glance at him for a short moment because I have to admit, it’s hella fuckin’ good to hear that ridiculous nickname after the near absence of it since that soul-crushing morning. Then he sighs dreamily. “But they’re so adorable together.”

I open my mouth to tell him Havoc and me are a more adorable couple, but the man of the day stirs then. Letting out a sleepy groan, he seems to instinctively hug Ezla to him. The sound is far too contented when I’m dying over here without our girl in my arms, and I bitch under my breath as I wait for him to hurry the fuck up.