Page 87 of The Bonding Games: Part 2

“So beautiful. Fuck, smile at me, Havoc.”

“So demanding. Where are your manners?”

“Please,” Tate tosses out hastily.

“Such a good boy,” she croons, and my brother’s lip whitens with the pressure used when he bites down on it as HC abruptly rips his underwear down his thighs. Restlessly—and with a stream of filthy curses and promises of how he’s going to “pound his soul into her so they’ll become one” and then “fill her with his seed to plant the rest of himself inside of her”—Tate moves about, kicking his boxer briefs off when Ezla gets them to his ankles, sending them flying somewhere unidentifiable.

“C’mon, Havoc,” he pants out harshly, arms straining and shaking. “Give it to me. Fuck, I’ll do anything— Fuck yes.”

My fingers dig into Ezla’s back as she wraps her hand around his length and applies unforgiving pressure.

Climbing on top of him, she directs him to her entrance, then looks my way again while Tate spits out another stream of lewd thoughts. “Fuck me from behind,” she orders.

“Which hole?”

Not sure why the fuck I asked that when the bloody size of Tate is just obscene, but it’s already out now. If Vengeance wants to be fucking torn apart by the two of us, I’m not sure I could deny her.

Her mismatched eyes sparkle, her thick inky-crimson scar seeming to pulse. “Hmm . . . Take my ass for now, Cooper.”

For now.

Fire licking along my insides, I move over on my knees.

“Do not kick him.”

At Ezla’s toneless instruction, I pause and glance at Tate’s face, but his eyes are only on her. “It was just a passing thought, Havoc, baby. I don’t want anyone touching me but you,” he rumbles. “I’d never ruin this for you. Besides, it’s fucking hot watching you get pounded.”

“Hm.”

Great. Now I have to worry about being booted across the room by the fucking brute.

But any caution fades away when I manoeuvre myself into position and Tate forgets about my existence with the lowering of HC’s sweet fucking body. “Mhmm, fuck, Havoc.” Head tipping back, his hips circle vigorously.

“Be still while my grumpy one gets into place,” she snaps at him, and he pouts. But that expression is immediately replaced by reverence, awe, and an obsessive eagerness as I press a palm to the middle of Ezla’s heated back to guide her forwards. Front lowering to his chest, her perky little breasts press into him, and he moans her name. The sound’s then replaced by a muffled growl of ravenous hunger when Vengeance’s face closes in on his and she claims his mouth with hers. More harsh metallic sounds ring through the room as he jerks upwards, trying with everything in him to get to her properly, to wrap her in his arms, and his lips consume her thoroughly, leaving nothing behind.

Gripping the base of my cock, I pause. “Shit, sorry, HC, I forgot the lube.”

I start to get up, but she snaps up straight, Tate letting out a savage sound of protest as they break apart. He really looks like a motherfucking captured wild animal right now. Hand seizing my arm, Ezla pins me with one of her death-manifesting glares. “Where do you think you are going? Simply use my arousal.”

My lips part. “You want me to . . . Will that be enough?”

Unimpressed at my hesitancy, she stares me down.

I shove a hand through my hair, the other coming to rest on her waist. “Fuck, Vengeance. It will only take a second. I don’t want to fucking hurt you. Bloody love spanking you, but I don’t want to tear—”

“Get some.”

Pausing at her barked command, her abrupt change of heart, I blink.

“Hurry up. I am impatient. But I feel how opposed to this you are.”

Well, shit.

I think my insides just turned to fucking goo.

Biting my lip, I try not to smile as I quickly hop off the bed and head to the drawer containing the lubes and oils in the bedside table. But it’s hard when her snappish words only show how much she really cares about me.

Never has anything felt better than feeling Vengeance’s affection for me.