Page 176 of The Bonding Games: Part 1

“Okay, so why are you complaining if you did it on purpose?”

Tate glowers Cooper’s way.

Oooooooh, this is gonna be good. Drama alert!

But the swoosh of a door opening smashes any possibility of that, and all thoughts fly from my mind the moment I turn to face Ezla’s bedroom that she’d silently walked into after training today, only coming out for the first time now. My knees wobble as I take her in, breath getting stuck in my lungs. In nothing but gold, she really is a goddess right now, no question about that:

Starting at her feet, I admire gold-painted toenails and the matching-coloured, strappy high-heeled sandals that I can see twine up her calves like snakes through the slit on her left side. No, literally—it’s a golden snake body, confirmed by the hissing head with deadly, glinting fangs on display that I find ending a couple inches below her knee. Next, I take in the simple but elegant sheeny gold satin slip dress that ends just above her ankles, the slit exposing her left leg ending high on her thigh, revealing miles of smooth milky-olive skin; two thin straps hold the dress up by a loose square neckline, while another two on either of her upper arms hang down in delicate arcs over her biceps to finish everything off.

Higher, a dainty gold choker circles her slender neck, and I notice more glinting jewellery adorning her wrists and fingers, as well as snake drop earrings hanging from her ears—which are on display since her dark chestnut hair is piled up in some elaborate updo that’s flippin’ insanely gorgeous, but I’m not even going to pretend I know the name of it: the usually pin-straight strands are curled and held in a large sort of . . . bun, I want to say, but I’ve never seen one so beautiful and voluminous; it’s sitting high on her head with gold threading weaved throughout and strands framing her face.

It’s that face that has me gasping audibly, and I’m sure the stars that were already in my eyes have been joined by inky-crimson love hearts.

Because the scar that’s something so beautiful, yet with such a horrid backstory, on the face of the woman who I know despises it almost or just as much as she does the man who gave it to her . . . it’s been highlighted, the luminous crimson outlined in a shimmering gold. It’s a big “fuck you” to her vile, manky sperm donor, and simultaneously a “please fuck me”.

At least, that’s the message my cock’s got.

She doesn’t usually wear makeup, and she definitely doesn’t need it to enhance her beauty, but the sight of that smoky black eyeliner in a siren-eyed look makes my dick throb even harder. Her lashes have been painted to match, but her rosy lips have been left bare, and I’m very, very tempted to kiss them . . . Just to make them even more rosy, ya know? Just to help her out. Uh-huh.

“Oh, Havoc, baby. Fuck me,” Tate groans, his discomfort in his attire entirely forgotten as he purposely bulges his muscles so the suit jacket strains against them even more, shamelessly adjusting himself through his tailored trousers while he looks our Bonded up and down with all the focus of a bear observing his chosen feast.

I only shift my own erection a tad more subtly.

“Stunning, Love,” my brother murmurs, and I don’t doubt his need to jump on our girl either as he slowly roams hungry blue eyes all over her.

Alby’s flush has deepened to a concerning shade, and his hands over his crotch is the least discreet thing I’ve ever seen, but I decide not to point it out in case that increases his humiliation. Not that he has anything to be embarrassed about. Steel cocks are just the vibe whenever Ezzy’s around. “Y-you look so beautiful,” he whimpers.

Cooper rubs a hand over his stubbled jaw, the other in his trouser pocket. “You do, Vengeance.” That jaw clenches like he wants to say more but doesn’t want his big, soft, gooey heart exposed, so he smirks instead. “Give us a twirl?”

“Give me a knife so I can slice your dick off?” she counters.

Scotty chuckles while I clap. “Oh! Good one, Ezzy!”

“Fucking hot as fuck,” Tate agrees, licking his lips. “I wanna sit you on my fat dick.”

“Wow, thanks guys,” Coops grumbles.

Our Bonded stares at the lot of us blankly.

Moving my hands in a begging motion while my eyes absorb her again, I moan before whining, “Wifey, please become my actual wifey! I’ll do anything. Uggghhhh, you look like an ancient Egyptian goddess! I could eat you up! Can I eat you up? I’ll be such—”

“We must go.”

I pause. Before batting my luscious lashes. “Will you marry me?”

Her mismatched eyes narrow. “No.”

“It’s the ring, isn’t it?! Because there’s no ring?! I’ll have one next time, don’t you worry, Nightshade—”

She spins around, and my jaw slackens. Before snapping shut when she barks, “Come, Bonded.”

“On your—”

“No.”

Tate grumbles under his breath.

I watch Ez’s ass as she moves, like a typical man, but it just looks so . . . yum in that dress. It always looks yum.