Page 85 of The Bonding Games: Part 2

In the background, I vaguely hear gravelly muttered words, but I can’t pay enough attention to Tate to tell if they’re more jealous or aroused. There’s the faint clanking of chains every few seconds to remind me of his presence, but he might as well be on the other side of the world. All that exists is Ezla and her tongue on my burning skin before she leans away while her fingers hook into my waistband.

When she stretches the fabric down, I’m almost embarrassed by how angry and red my cock is as it bobs in the air.

“So greedy for me,” Ezla comments with no shortage of glee.

Taking a deep breath, I say, “How could I not be, Vengeance? Look at you.”

Smirking, she hums, and the sound alone draws more moisture from the head of my already-leaking dick. She doesn’t reply before she licks up that droplet, one hand wrapping around the base of me and giving a shallow but firm stroke.

My temperature shoots through the roof, hips twitching of their own accord. “Fuuuuck.” Lids drooped to half-mast, I struggle not to thrust myself down her throat. Jesus Christ, she feels phenomenal.

But I can’t keep myself from reaching for her head, hands tangling in her long, glossy hair as she tongues the crown of my cock next, collecting the pre-cum from the ridge. Groaning roughly, my brows push together as my muscles bunch and coil, and I’m still struggling to comprehend the sight of her on her knees for me, her goddamn perfect lips stretched around my girth as she takes me in now. Her hands are on my thighs, satin-smooth against the coarse hair there, and the pinch of her nails biting into my skin has my length jerking inside her mouth, begging for some more of her violence.

I gather up her long strands into a messy ponytail, maintaining a secure grip afterwards, and when Ezla looks up at me with something like a challenge in her eyes, my insides turn molten.

“Shit, you going to let me, HC?”

In response, she takes me further into that wet warmth, and I grunt, hips bucking before I even hear her smoky words in my mind: Maybe just this once. My beast would like to do the same, and this will certainly test his jealousy.

I try to scoff, but all that comes out is a choked sound as my cock hits the back of her throat in the next second. No hesitation, simply her mouth swallowing me whole before I can push her onto me myself as she’s just given me permission to.

“Fuck, Vengeance,” I hiss as I tighten my hold on her hair. “You really can’t relinquish control for a second, can you?” In the next moment, I groan out hoarsely as she hums around me, “Shiiiiit. That’s fucking good, HC.” I buck my hips up, earning me a deliberate scrape of her teeth in return. Sucking in air through my own teeth, I use my hold on her to guide her head on me as I grit out, “Nothing ever comes easy with you, does it? Not sure why the bloody hell I thought it would.” My hips shove up again involuntarily, more forceful this time, and a small sound escapes her. “But I’m not complaining—wouldn’t be you without some fire.”

“Careful with my Havoc.” Tate’s low voice finds me somewhere, but fuck him. I’d never hurt her. And if I thought some part of Vengeance wasn’t actually enjoying this treatment, I’d never give it. In fact, I can fucking feel how much she likes this through the bond, as well as the way she smiles around my dick, teeth grazing me again as if she enjoys the mild fear that comes with the flames of arousal in answer.

Honestly, you can never be too careful with anything sharp Ezla possesses being in close proximity with any body part. Love her like hell, but she’s still The Bonding Games Champion, and despite her honest claims of not wanting us harmed, sometimes I wonder what her version of harm encompasses. I mean, she only recently threatened to relieve us of our dicks to pleasure herself with, so who knows?

“You like that I can’t control myself around you, don’t you?” I say raggedly as I look down at her through my hooded eyes, giving another thrust of my hips, then another. Holding her head still, I move my concentration to my hips’ movements as I keep pumping them, each jerk becoming more unrestrained. “You fucking love how I need you like this, how even though you’re the one on your knees, I’m the one with no control. You love watching me come apart for you—you get off on the sight of it.”

Vibrations travel through my sensitive skin once again from her throat, and I curse under my breath, picking up my pace, every hit of my tip against the back of her throat provoking my groin to ache and burn more and more. “You love how I just.” Thrust. “Can’t.” Thrust. “Keep my hands off you. How I can’t stop myself from fucking your tight little throat.”

Thighs tensing and trembling, I battle for oxygen, fucking into her mouth relentlessly now. And she’s been pretty damn covert about her noises, but the involuntary gagging sound that meets my ears in the next second does something to me. “Fuck yeah, you do. You wouldn’t be letting me do this otherwise.”

Careful, Cooper, she purrs cruelly in my mind, and yet she still doesn’t pull away, just increases the suction around my cock, cheeks closing in on my shaft in the silkiest motherfucking glove.

“Fuck. Fuck,” I bite out as she drags her nails across my thigh, leaving raised red tracks that will last for days. “Fucking hell, Ezla.” Every muscle locks up tight, the sensations within me winding up to a tipping point.

I explode without another warning.

The shout I let out almost pops my fucking eardrums, and I dig my teeth into my lip hard enough to bruise as my head kicks back. Hot cum spurts from me in heavy pulses, and I swear to fuck I leave my damn body for a moment.

Throat constricting around me as my hips stutter in a complete mess, Ezla takes everything I’m giving her, and my eyes return from the trip they’d taken to the back of my skull to watch her. As the pleasure crashes through me in overpowering waves, our eyes collide, her mismatched ones as intense and searing as ever as they bore into me, watching me in quiet satisfaction. She adores seeing the fucking wreck she makes of me and my brothers.

My low groan as I struggle to come back down to earth is destroyed, too, and Vengeance sends a sort of caress down the bond as a reward, the gesture raising the hairs on my arms. “Shit,” I pant out. “Holy shit, HC. Christ.” Limbs shaking like mad, I loosen my grip on her hair, and she slides off me with a wet pop.

Before she can speak with a snide remark, I take her chin in my unsteady hand. Her eyes slit, but she doesn’t slap me away when I press the pad of my thumb down on her plush lower lip and drag it downwards. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I breathe, only slightly more oxygen making it into my starving lungs as she steals handfuls of air from it.

Eyes flashing, she sucks the digit right into her mouth.

I curse lowly as my dick spasms painfully.

“My turn,” Tate grunts—or seethes, more like—ruining the moment when I go to say more.

I almost jump out of my goddamn skin. I’d forgotten the big fucker was here.

“You can wait a few more minutes,” I huff, barely sparing him a glance as I gaze down at our Bonded, mesmerised.

“I’ve waited more than enough minutes, dickhead. My motherfucking balls are about to fall off.”