Page 410 of The Bonding Games: Part 1

She’s still glaring at me as I lift her, making sure she slides across my body as I do, before I spin her in a one-eighty. Her feet are off the floor, and her hands on my shoulders are setting me alight. I can’t flatten out my smirk.

Vengeance snarls.

“Ferocious girl.” I grin.

I haven’t forgotten about my anger from just a few seconds ago, but all I can focus on now is this moment and how suddenly light I feel. I’m not much of a dancer, yet this moment feels so special I’d do this dance a thousand times over with her and not get tired of it.

Gratification flows through the bond at my words.

I grin even wider, sliding her back down my body and setting her on her heels in time with the music for once.

My hands move to reflect hers on my shoulders, palms finding her slimmer, bare ones, before we both step back, smoothing our grips down each other’s arms until they connect at the end, our fingers twining together. Next, she unlinks her right hand from my left and gains room before twirling into me. Instantly, I spin her back out, letting her go so she can spiral in dizzying circles around me, my intense gaze boring into her and skipping over my brothers’ faces in the background as her travelling takes her around the group.

I snatch her back up when the circle around me is complete, halting her spinning form in my arms with a hand on her lower back, the other in hers. Her lips are parted, and my throat bobs with my swallow as I imagine capturing those lips between by teeth, but somehow, I restrain myself as we continue to move together.

We keep dancing until the song changes and it’s time for me to reluctantly pass her over to one of her other Bonds.

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TIGER

Bouncing with energy, I’m the last to whip Ezzy around the room like a pro.

I’m touching Ezzy! Wooohoooo! I’m dancing with my Bonded. My skin is on hers!

It’s surreal any time it happens, and my heart always turns into a million fluttering butterflies along with my belly.

I think I may have gone off script a few times, twirling her more than necessary and repeating my favourite part of spinning her in the air one too many times. And my hands keep being naughty little munchkins and attempting to grab her ass, but I very politely tell them no, and they begrudgingly agree just when they reach the top of those delicious globes. But still, I don’t fully touch them, so it doesn’t count.

Spinning her out with my arm extended, I reel Wifey back in with a little extra flourish. “Oh, come on, don’t pretend like my charm isn’t working,” I say in response to a thorough scolding in the form of velvet smoke in my mind, and those sneaky, sneaky hands of mine go rouge—totally not by choice, by the way—gripping onto her ass cheeks and squeezing, my lips parting as my entire body tingles.

Ooooooh, they’re so nice.

“Is your charm pawing at my ass in the middle of a ballroom that is being recorded on live television?” Ezzy says, deadpan.

I gasp dramatically, slapping a hand over my chest as though I’ve been physically wounded by her accusation. “Ezzy!” I gasp with exaggerated offence. “You wound me. I would never be so, uh . . . indiscreet.”

I continue to grope her.

“Be good, and I might give you a treat later.”

Eyes blowing wide, I snap to attention, every sense pricked up. I tilt my head eagerly. “A treat?”

“Holy shit, did you see that? Are you sure your brother isn’t actually a dog? A labrador, to be specific.” I vaguely hear Coops in the background, but I’m too focused on Ezzy to register any responses.

“Mhm,” she utters aloud, before slipping into my mind, her presence filling me up, seeking out every crevice within me until she’s infiltrated me completely. My heart hops like a bunny rabbit. She purrs, You want to be my whore, do you not?

I trip over my own feet.

Luckily we’ve slowed, more just rocking together now, not doing the complicated Bonded dance anymore that the other Players spinning around the room are doing, and so I don’t take us both to the floor.

Oh, my, my, my . . . Ezzy is in a teasy mood.

Licking my lips, I nod rapidly, her figure blurring before me from the frenetic motions.

So behave, and I will make you one of them. You will be such a good whore, will you not?

I smother a desperate whine.