Page 418 of The Bonding Games: Part 1

No. Definitely not.

Odd. What is it about these particular men that makes it bearable? Have I learned to trust them? Is it the way they treat the woman I love with such care, the way they revere her in a way I thought only I was capable of? Be obsessed just like me, even if they show it differently?

I don’t have the capacity to think more on that when I’m so focused on giving my girl everything she needs, and I’m about to demand Alby touch her more, when Havoc does it for me: “Play with my clit, slut. Give me what I want.”

Whining her name needily, he keeps a hold of one breast while the other hurriedly races down to just above where my cock’s still pistoning into her, and he clumsily gets to work on strumming her little nub, causing her to squeeze around me as if her cunt’s as desperate to keep me inside her as every part of my own being is.

“Mhmm, fuck. Squeeze me again, Havoc, baby.”

She does, and my balls draw up, readying for release, but I shove it back with the might of an army, refusing to cum before her.

Arching between us, she scrapes her nails along both mine and Alby’s napes now, clearly having figured out just how much we love it, and the latter whimpers. “E-Ezla . . .”

Turning her head, she grins wickedly before nipping his jawline, and jealousy rushes through me savagely, driving my hips forwards harder and harder. Her hot-as-fuck noises start again, louder this time, her heavy gaze drawn back to me.

Yes, Havoc—focus on me. Only me.

Alby buries his face in her neck, drawing in rapid, shallow breaths of air. Still circling her clit with shaking fingers, he hesitantly twists her nipple through her dress with his other hand when she pushes her chest out in silent demand.

Her body begins to tremble, her thighs shaking in Cooper’s and Scotty’s unwavering grasps, and I know she’s close. “Give it to me, baby. Drench my cock. Mark me. Claim me,” I pant, reaching out to snatch up her throat, applying slight pressure to see how she takes it.

Her darkening eyes are all the answer I need.

Squeezing a little more, I keep up my punishing thrusts, fixated on her in awe, fascination, obsession . . . love.

Crying out, her entire body tenses, and I lose it right along with her as she soaks my cock, spurting hot cum into her, marking her with me. Alby makes a strangled sound, no doubt right there with us, but all I see is my Havoc.

“Yeah—fucking take it. Take my seed,” I groan deeply as my limbs spasm uncontrollably, the pleasure crashing over me again and again in all-consuming tidal waves.

Mine, mine, mine . . .

Her milky-olive skin gleams with a light sheen of sweat, and I keep pumping my hips, slower now, to draw out her orgasm. An orgasm she gave me, because of me.

“I love you. Love you so much, Havoc. My girl,” I mumble, nuzzling my nose into her neck on the opposite side to Alby, cock continuing to spill cum into her, body buzzing with so much emotion and pleasure I can hardly take it.

She stiffens, and I instinctively shoot a warning look at Cooper not to say anything, my glare promising an early grave if he so much as breathes a word about our Bonded’s deep-seated aversion to love. Now is not the time—I won’t allow such a precious moment to be ruined. Fortunately, he doesn’t seem to want that either and keeps his mouth shut firmly.

But when the time does come . . .

We’ll destroy her pathetic sperm donor who’s undoubtably the cause of the freakouts that ensue with every mention of the word “love”. And then we’ll build a castle for our queen to rule over the world in.

58

SCOTTY

The limo stopped outside The Bonding Games Headquarters only a minute after Tate pulled out of Ezla and shoved two fingers inside her immediately after to “make sure he says inside her forever” when his cum started to drip out. We now enter our Bonded chambers, my hand resting on Ezla’s lower back. She turns around to say something—

But I’m already dipping my head, palms coming up to cradle her face as I slant my mouth over hers.

Hands whipping out, she latches onto my forearms, fingers digging into my skin. But she doesn’t push me away, and I know she wants this; the bond has been left open almost the entire night, and it’s truly an honour to be able to feel everything she is all the time.

The kiss is heaven, better than I ever dreamed it would be. She’s so warm, her lips so soft against mine, and her body so fucking pliable as I sweep her up into my arms, her left leg fully exposing itself as the slit of her dress gapes around it, allowing those long limbs to wrap around my waist, her heels digging into my ass.

I was wary of kissing Ezla, wanting her to be completely ready for this next step. But tonight, I know she finally is. Even if she doesn’t know what she’s feeling, I do. And our Bonded cares about us. Wants us. Admittedly, it’s hard to tell if she returns our love for her, and I think that might be one emotion that really isn’t there—not yet anyway—or she’s blocking it from us. But I know this is all new to her, and I’m more than willing to wait for her heart.

However long it takes.

I know I love her, and it’s time to show her that in the most primal way possible.