Page 416 of The Bonding Games: Part 1

“Give me your cock. Now.”

I inhale sharply along with the rest of her Bonds.

No matter how much her mouth lies, her body has never been able to. But now that beautiful mind and wicked tongue of hers are both on board with the rest of her at last.

“Y-you’re . . . you’re going to let him? You’re going to let him have you?” Alby scrunches the golden ripples in his fists tighter as if afraid Havoc’s about to change her mind and bolt out of the moving limo. She’s definitely not unlikely to do that. “C-can . . . canIhaveyoutoo?” he rushes out, words all squished together. But we all heard him.

A beat.

“If you wish, Puppet.”

He whimpers and rocks his hips into her ass again. Lucky fucker has the best spot right now.

“Oh! And me! Do me! I want to be your whore!” Strands of Tiger’s hair attempt to shove themselves down my damn throat with how close he is when he sticks his head in front of me, as if Ezla couldn’t see him perfectly well before.

Or maybe he just knows I’m her favourite and had to block me out to get even an ounce of her attention.

I internally sigh. Oh, how I wish that were the case.

But then, do I . . . ? I might turn into an envious, raging wild animal occasionally, but sometimes, I do think of these guys like brothers.

Shoving Tiger’s head out of the way, I quickly latch my hand back onto our girl’s toned leg as she says, “Yes. You all may. I am . . . I want . . .” She frowns, in a rare moment not quite knowing how to put her thoughts into words, maybe not knowing how she feels . . . or maybe knowing perfectly well and not wanting to admit it.

So I do it for her.

“You want us desperately. You want all our cocks inside your greedy little cunt. You want to accept our love and let us fuck it into you alongside our cum.”

She blinks. Then— “Hm.”

That’s as good as a confession for my Havoc, and my heart soars. My cock is leaking pre-cum so heavily, I know there’s probably a stain on the front of my trousers, but I can’t move any of my focus from my Bonded to check.

I don’t waste another second.

Unbuckling my belt, the clacking of metal is the only sound other than everyone’s heavy breathing. When the button’s undone, I yank my zipper down before shrugging my trousers and boxer briefs down too in one go, my hard cock springing free and slapping my stomach. Wrapping my hand around myself, I rise to my feet, not bothering to push my trousers past my ass as I stroke myself a few times with a strong grip, more liquid beading at the tip as I advance on Havoc, biting my lip like how I’m about to bite hers.

“Oh my god, Tater Tot!” Tiger very fucking rudely delays me, both shock and intrigue colouring his tone, though he tries to maintain a scandalised front. “Is your dick pierced?!”

My lips curve upwards into a slow grin as I keep my hungry eyes on Ezla. “Yeah—heard it would make my Havoc’s pussy weep for me.”

Ignoring the stunned silence from Tiger, I move closer to my Bonded.

Evots and Exots receive contraceptive implants that last for a lifetime the moment we’re sorted into our social classifications after first school—since The Council can’t have any pregnant Players and lose them to becoming a parent—and they can only be removed after an individual ages out of eligibility for the Games. It’s also very rare that an individual isn’t clean these days with such extreme science and technology developments, and so I know we’re safe in both aspects.

Not that I’d be stopped if we weren’t. Nothing will prevent me from taking what’s mine.

I eagerly lean over my girl, every part of me vibrating with my excitement and anticipation and the aching, starving hunger within me. Alby shifts his legs out the way, consequently causing Havoc’s to spread wider, too, with hers on top of his, Scotty and Cooper tightening their holds on either thigh to keep her there, and I prop a knee on the bench between those long limbs, pressing my palm to the back of the seat beside Alby’s head for support. Lips parting in awe and rapture, I guide myself to her entrance with my other hand, slowly trailing the tip through her soaked folds. When I’m notched in place, I grip her knee again, and my breath catches at the feel of her against me.

For a moment, the world comes to a standstill, everything holding its breath, waiting for this moment to happen, marvelling in the surreality of it, just like all the men in this car: the woman I’ve been obsessed with for five years, the love of my life, finally here with me, letting me have her.

My heart pounds hard, blood rushing through my ears, entire body buzzing and burning.

And then I slam my hips forwards.

“Fuck, Tate,” Havoc hisses as I split her in two, and I moan unrepentantly as her slick walls wrap around me, her hands latching onto my shoulders for stability.

My body trembles violently, and my dick pulses inside her, attempting to paint her insides already, but I determinedly hold off. There’s no way I’m cumming before her, and there’s absolutely no fucking way I’m letting this last such a short amount of time when I’m finally where I’ve always wanted to be, always meant to be.

The first time I saw The Bonding Games Champion, I knew she was my other half. She was as brutal and unfeeling as me—more so, in fact. Especially when, suddenly, I did care about something. Suddenly, I knew I’d found the only person I could love, who could make me feel all kinds of things I’d never felt before; I knew I’d found the only person who would be able to love me in return, who would look at me and realise, at some point or another, what I’ve known from the start: