Page 200 of The Bonding Games: Part 1

Lips parted, I go to try again—

“I will not let you come if you do not behave, Tiger. Be good for me, and you will be rewarded.”

Horror floods me. “No! I’m a good slut! I’m so, so good, Wifey! Please, do whatever you want—”

I moan loudly as her tongue finds me again, abs tightening. Then she wraps those velvety lips back around me, and I blabber nonsensically once more, the ropes pressing into my wrists as I writhe about. One warm hand squeezes the base of my cock that she can’t fit in her mouth, while the other moves to my tense stomach to draw those claws of hers over my skin, dragging more unabashed sounds of pleasure from me as I take in the stinging marks left behind in delight. “Yes . . . mark me up, DN . . . Deadly Nightshade . . .” I plead through my panting.

Heat builds at the base of my spine as I suck in multiple ragged breaths of hot cinnamon, licking my lips to eat that deliciousness up along with the sweat above my upper lip. “I—I’m gonna . . . cum, Ezzy . . . Gonna cum for you . . .” I moan shakily, every inch of me tensing in preparation, and she speeds up, mismatched eyes locking onto mine, the inky-crimson energy of her deadly scar illuminating my skin.

Her tongue applies pressure to the underside of my dick, making my vision blur. And when her other hand fondles my balls, I lose it without another warning.

Hips bucking wildly, heat and pleasure sweep everything but my love for my Bonded away. “Ez!” I convulse, cock pulsing with every stream of cum as she milks me dry, and I feel her throat working around me as she swallows me down, pulling more sounds of rapture from me along with a colourful reel of curses as my orgasm goes on and on and on.

Finally, when I’m trembling with aftershocks, Ezzy pulls away, licking her lips like I’m the best meal she’s ever had, and my chest inflates with pride. Internally preening, my mouth slips into a lazy grin. “Was I good?” I slur, drunk off her touches. “Did I taste better than your favourite ice cream?”

“I do not have a favourite ice cream.”

“Well, you do now.” I wink with both eyes to double the effect . . . before realising that’s just a blink. How on earth do I do an extra wink, then?

I do two in a row.

“Why is his eye twitching like that?” Cooper mutters from somewhere.

I hear Scotty’s voice in response. “I think he’s trying to wink.”

Ezzy rolls her lips in like she’s trying not to laugh, and my eyes crinkle at the corners, pupils close to disappearing between my eyelids from how wide I smile at being able to get her to this point. It’s a dream come true, and I can feel the same emotions within me emanating from the other guys.

But suddenly, Ez pulls back.

My heart falters at the look on her face.

“What’s wrong?” I rush out in alarm, darting upright— But I don’t get far with my wrists still bound.

I need to reach her, to hold her—

She senses all this, either with or without the bond, and moves up my body to untie the ropes.

The moment I’m free, I shoot into a sitting position, leaving her comfortably sat in my lap, straddling me. I wrap my arms around her, banding them across her back securely, her hands almost hesitantly finding my broad shoulders in return. “Did I do something wr—”

“Stop,” she interrupts harshly, and I freeze. Then her eyes close as she lets an unheard of look of vulnerability cross her features. The rustling of sheets alerts me to my brothers closing in, and I catch Alby’s worried gaze as he shuffles over on her left. “I . . . I am . . . I do not want to . . . taint you,” she grits out, eyes opening. But she avoids my gaze, and my heart sinks, bleeding for her as if she’d stabbed it with one of her favoured Avri daggers.

“Taint me? You wouldn’t—”

“I am not good. I am vicious and cruel and merciless. You are none of those things. You are innocent and kind and—”

“Yours,” I finish for her quickly, panic building within me. “Don’t change your mind now,” I beg urgently, eyes widening in alarm, arms crushing her to me as though if she moves away even an inch, she’ll leave and never come back.

“Love . . .” Scotty murmurs, a hand coming up to smooth over Ezla’s hair from where he’s settled beside us. “Tiger isn’t going to be tainted by you. You’re not some fucking sickness—you’re stunning. All of you. If I thought you’d be bad for my brother, I wouldn’t let you near him.’’

Our Bonded’s stare turns vicious at that. “No one lets me do anything—”

“The only way you can hurt him is by rejecting him,” he continues, and Ez’s eyes darken even further at the interruption. “He can handle you—just like we all can. He’s never been as happy as he is when he’s around you.”

My head bobs up and down frantically. Before more terror crashes through me, and I rush out, “Is it— You let Scotty have you—and Tate. Am I not good enough? Do you not want me because of my AD—”

“Tiger.” Though the word is even, there’s a thousand lethal warnings in it. “Do not. Speak. Another. Word.”

My mouth snaps shut with an audible clack.