Page 72 of The Bonding Games: Part 2

Huffing, she tells me, “I wish I could find it in me to harm you.”

Blinking, I pause.

“But I cannot. So that image has only pissed me off. I do not like to see you hurt, though I sometimes wish I could go back to wanting to dissect you.”

Mouth open, I blink up at her in a daze, not quite sure what to say for once.

“How am I meant to punish you in the ways I would punish someone for all you have done when each scenario my mind conjures displeases me?” she demands, but continues before I can even try to think up an answer, “I do not know what you have done to me. And it is odd, because I do not seem to mind it when I take the time to analyse my responses to you. But I am . . . I am out of my depth here.”

At her stiff admission, I finally speak, and I’m not trying to be funny when I hedge, “Whips and chains . . . ?” She watches me with an unflinching expression as I continue, “You were going to do that anyway, right? I’m sure all the other guys would be willing too! You could—you could drag us away for a punishment whenever you feel the need!” I rush to clarify just in case it isn’t obvious, “Just with us five, of course!” Her head tilts in interest as I add, “And maybe after the Games, we could find you bad people to kill!”

Any anger is gone from her face. “Hmmm . . . there are many bad people out there. For you . . . I could do this. However, I may grow tired of such a limited range of targets.” Then she muses more to herself, “Although . . . I do find the overall experience of hunting and demolishing my victims most enjoyable when I am aware they are tainting this world, especially those who remind me of . . . him.”

Wrinkling my nose at the thought of that manky old fart, I push past that, not wanting him to ruin this moment, especially not when he’s already ruined so much, and I smile widely at her. “Then, when we’re The Council, we’ll dedicate some time to hunting people like that down.”

She stares down at me for a while, a familiar unreadable look on her beautiful face. Finally, she says, “You are so sure we will achieve our desired outcome.”

“Of course! We can do anything with you by our side!”

Her nail taps once against my chest. “This is not quite so simple, Tiger. It will not be easy.”

I sober slightly, smile faltering. “I know.” My voice is quieter now. “But I believe . . . I believe we can do it. And I don’t think that’s just me being optimistic.”

Nodding firmly, she tells me, “You are incredibly admirable, Tiger. You possess unique qualities worthy of envy.”

I’m all fluttery inside again at once. “Oh . . .” I breathe, dizzy from the praise and unable to get much more out.

“We will speak more on these plans another time. Time is running short, but I will not sacrifice moments like these when I find I am . . . craving them like I have craved nothing before.”

My dick and heart both have a party. “Oh, yes please.” I lick my lips in an external display of my desperate need for her, heart rate kicking up as all my focus narrows back in on our current predicament. “Eat me up, Ezzy. I’m a feast put on this planet for your pleasure.” I wink saucily, fully submerged back in seduction-mode.

Her lips twitch, and she shifts, drawing a pleasured gasp from me when she slides her opening over my length. Fine droplets of water are splashing onto us, and the hard slippery floor isn’t the most comfortable thing I’ve ever lain on, but I’ve also never felt better.

“Ezzyyy,” I draw out on a groan, and she fortunately doesn’t scold me as I bring my hand up to her waist and writhe about desperately.

Her hands find my biceps, then smooth over them to my shoulders, and I shiver, rolling them under her touch. A thrill zaps down my spine when they keep going higher and her thumb presses against my pulse point before her slim fingers bury themselves in my hair.

“Ohhhh,” I groan shamelessly, eyes disappearing at the back of my brain again when she massages my scalp.

“Do you like that, whore?”

Dragging my eyes back into place to bless them with my beautiful, vicious queen, I hum in a daze.

Her answering grip on my hair is brutal, and I yelp, cock giving an extra-enthusiastic pulse as it tries to get more attention. “Words, Puppy. Give me your words.”

“Yes!” I fling out of my mouth hastily. “Yes, yes! A billion percent yes, DN!” I can’t stop shifting my hips beneath her, and my vision narrows as I try to sneakily get the head of my cock closer to her entrance.

“Tiger, I think we have already established that you are not an inconspicuous person.” Humour coats my future wife’s tone.

Ohhhh, that reminds me! I need to get a ring! Well, me and my brothers need to!

Hmmm . . . how can we do that without our scarily intelligent Bonded catching on?

But I’m pretty sure it’s too late for that as Ezla stills, staring at me.

Not wanting to freak her out—and also a tad hopeful she might not have heard my thoughts and she’s just frozen for some other reason I’m not aware of—I distract her with my awesome moves, grinding up into her. I think it might be just a little bit more vigorous than I was aiming for, but whatever—I’m just giving us both the theme park experience she’s almost certainly never had: There’s no rollercoasters in this region, and hardly anyone in Techta comes and goes unless it’s necessary, as it is for food and material imports, for example. We’re extremely secluded here, and honestly, The Border isn’t a very encouraging sight for anyone wanting to travel. Nor is The Council’s 24/7 strict monitoring of it, meaning each person who does attempt to enter or exit is thoroughly interrogated and commonly deterred or prohibited.

I lose that depressing train of thought when Ezla leans over me and hands me her plump little breasts on a platinum platter.