Page 190 of The Bonding Games: Part 1

Did I do something wrong? Scotty asks, a rare pinch of vulnerability in his words, tension lining every inch of him. I know how important it is to him that he treats Ezla right and gives her everything she needs, and it would kill him if he ever accidentally pushed her too far or did something she doesn’t like when he’s only trying to take care of her.

No. I am aroused and would like some privacy.

Tension, shock, and anticipation stuff the air full until it’s overwhelmingly thick with it. Is she . . . ?

I would like more pleasure. Come.

Heart banging around inside my ribcage, I spring up to my feet like a rocket, uncaring that my thighs smack into the table as I rush to follow my Bonded, my brothers hot on my heels.

But then my eyes catch on furious poo-coloured ones as we pass by the other guests who are still eating, and I can’t help it.

I stick my tongue out and blow a raspberry at the Game Master.

“Fuck’s sake,” Scotty curses viciously at the same time I let out a delighted squeal when Ezzy drags me to her side like I’m a naughty kid running off in a supermarket.

The limos are lined up in a row at the end of the long white carpet when we exit the building through the gold double doors, and I feel a little sorry for the drivers who have to sit there staring into space while everyone parties inside.

But those thoughts are quickly dismissed as Wifey continues to drag me around like I’m her own little pet.

Woof, I push her way, knowing she’ll have her end of the bond open like she has the majority of the night, and I could swear her lips tick up at the corners before she flattens them again.

This is going to be the best night ever. I can feel it.

57

TATE

The moment we’re in the limo and the door closes behind me, I launch myself at Havoc.

Caught off guard for once, she falls right into a startled Alby’s lap, and he scrambles to keep her steady, hands flying to her hips. His huge hazel eyes are a war of panic and arousal, and a choked noise leaves his gaping mouth. By the way he shifts against her ass, I know he’s hard as a rock, and I’m so desperate I don’t even care that my girl’s pinned between the two of us, not even as he can’t seem to help himself from grinding up into her—before he pauses when he realises what he’s done.

“Hold her,” I growl, and his fingers tighten without question.

I waste no time in yanking my Bonded’s dress up so it’s bunched at her hips, and the living beetroot behind her clenches the satin in his palms instinctively in a flash. Cooper and Scotty have planted themselves on the padded leather bench either side of them, and they each grasp a milky-olive thigh, spreading her open for me while she snarls and scowls but doesn’t fight back, finally wanting me as desperately as I want her.

Hmmm . . . that is very helpful, having them here to keep her in place, definitely more efficient in enabling me to please my girl. And that’s exactly why I haven’t ripped all their hearts out yet: because they help ensure Havoc is happy and satisfied.

Vaguely, I note a few deep moans sounding out in the limo—and Tiger’s blond head trying to get a better peek between Havoc’s legs as he lowers to his knees beside me at the same time I drop down. But all my focus narrows down to my Bonded as I take in her exposed glistening, puffy pussy.

Groaning, my hands grip onto her just under her knees, and I lean in to get a stronger whiff of that sweetness. “Look at her,” I rumble. “So fucking perfect for me. For us.”

Then I shove my tongue right up her cunt.

Crying out, my baby’s nails sink into my scalp as she grabs onto my head in an unyielding hold, pressing my face into her even tighter. As if I’d want to move even a fraction of a millimetre away. I obey her wordless command, licking her up with no technique whatsoever, just fucking eating her, wanting to consume her completely. I’d ask Scotty for help if I thought she wasn’t enjoying it, but her delicious arousal coating my tongue tells me otherwise—I must be doing something right.

“More,” she hisses, so I tongue her clit instead while I slam two thick fingers straight into that tight little hole, curling them as I search for her sweet spot. “There, Tate. More.”

With a ravenous hunger, I don’t hesitate to do as she says yet again, pumping my fingers in and out of her, thrusting my hips forwards in the same rhythm, desperate to feel her on my cock.

How much longer can I wait for her before I break and simply take?

Abruptly, my head is yanked up by my hair, and I gaze at my girl with half-lidded eyes as I greedily lick up her juices from my lips.

Havoc stares down at me, scrutinising, debating.

Heart pounding in my ears, I wait for whatever my goddess has to say. The other men do, too, their breaths held in anticipation.

My hands clench around her smooth legs.