Page 311 of The Bonding Games: Part 1

“I’m so sorry, Miss Zefron, but I can’t—”

“I will rip every hair from your head, pluck out your teeth one by one, then make a fucking necklace out of the two—”

While still internally arguing with my misbehaving cock, Tate’s groan sounds out somewhere in the background. “Oh, Havoc, baby, that’s so hot—”

“My cock won’t go down!” I cry out in despair.

Silence.

“Oh . . . that’s unfortunate, brother.”

“Umm . . . is he actually okay?” My bestie’s timid voice turns the volume of the room off once more.

I grin, a dizziness coming over me that has me feeling all funny and drowsy. “Of course, snookums. I’m so great I could fly . . . right into Ezzy’s arms, where I belong . . .” My voice trails off before my eyes flutter closed, and dreams of my wedding with Wifey swallow me whole.

***

“Do you think she was impressed by my size?” I ask the next morning as I lovingly recall my time in the hospital, which, at the time, I’d thought was heaven.

We’ve all just had a lengthy conversation about the who and the why of the attacking Exots from the club last night, but now I’m getting sick of the doom and gloom and blah, blah, blah. We can speculate more later—right now, I’m far more concerned about what Ezzy thinks of my greatest appendage.

Alby has morphed into a tomato beside me. “Uh . . .”

“I hate to break it to you, but I don’t think she looked.”

“Coops, of course she looked—I’m like a male bird, and she’s the female that can’t resist.”

“What?” Tate frowns in confusion.

“Ugh, nothing, Tater Tot.”

“Stop calling me that,” he says with no threat in his tone whatsoever. He loves it, really. “And mine’s bigger.”

I inhale sharply.

Oh no he did not.

“Take that back, Tater Tot.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Ye—”

“As thrilling as this conversation is, we have to finish eating,” Scotty interrupts dryly. “Our Bonded has quite literally announced a miracle by allowing us to start training four hours later than usual, even though I have a feeling she’ll force us to work twice as hard to make up for it.”

“She would not! I almost died!”

He grimaces. “Please don’t remind me, Tiger.”

I pout but nod, understanding how traumatising last night must’ve been for my brother when we’re like two pees in a pod. I know I’d completely lose myself if anything happened to him.

“Besides, you’re fine now. As scary as it was, that Avri made you as fresh as a newborn,” Coops puts in before taking a bite of his scrambled eggs on toast.

“Why, thank you. I do feel like I’m glowing.”