Page 430 of The Bonding Games: Part 1

She snaps into motion when Tiger pulls away to beam at her with glazed eyes, gripping a fistful of his hair—which is met by an eager, excited squeal from him—and smashing their mouths back together with none of the tenderness she gave me, as if she’s punishing him for catching her off guard and not asking for permission. Not that Tiger seems to mind with the shameless, eager noises he’s making as he kisses her back with as much finesse as I did.

Aka, none at all.

But, if I’m not mistaken, Ezla likes that. And she likes it a lot.

I think she’s loving both feeling and seeing the evidence that we’ve had no one before her, and that’s working wonders to make me feel little to no embarrassment about my complete lack of skills.

Keeping a hold of Tiger with one hand, Ezla turns her head back to me, lips meeting mine again, and I whimper, hips subtly rolling into her as my body begs for more.

“Oh, fuuuuck . . . so sexy, Ezzy. Please let us share you.” Ezla’s breasts smush to my chest as Tiger plasters himself to her back and squishes her between us. I don’t know why that’s so hot, having her positioned like this, but it ramps my desire up even higher. It feels as though we’re her two servants and she’s using us as her throne. “I want you so bad,” he continues, lips messily pressing to her neck as his arms snake between me and her, wrapping around her waist. “Me and my bestie could treat you so good . . . You could show us what to do. Scotty, the bootyhole, said it was a bad idea because our cherries aren’t popped—”

“Men don’t have cherries to pop,” Cooper says, and I glance at him to see his brows furrowed.

“—but we could do it. Right, Bestie?” Tiger finishes.

I’m nodding before I can even think through what I’m agreeing to as our Bonded pulls away from me with arched brows, though she doesn’t get far with bodies pressed so close to her front and back. “Eager to work together are you, sluts?”

Tiger and I exchange wide-eyed looks over her shoulder.

We both nod hastily in unison.

“Hmmm . . .” Deliberately, she sends her arousal at the idea down the bond, and I whimper at the same time my best friend moans and writhes behind her. But then she purrs wickedly, “Maybe another time. Scotty is right that that will not be how it is for your first times.”

Tiger pouts while I feel a pinch of disappointment, yet possibly some relief, too; arousal is making my mind hazy, and I haven’t exactly thought through how overwhelming being inside Ezla at the same time as someone else might be. Now that I’ve been hit with a dose of reality, I realise it’s probably wiser to actually know what I’m doing with just Ezla before I attempt to pleasure her with one of my brothers.

“Vengeance.”

Cooper’s low voice draws Ezla’s head his way. “Yes?” she drawls.

Nobody’s oblivious to the fact that Cooper’s the only one who hasn’t had a turn with our Bonded tonight, and it’s blatantly clear she’s going to make him work for that turn.

“Are you going to let me have you?” he says, words deeper than usual, darkened brown eyes boring into her.

“Are you going to beg?” she retorts, and I shudder as she absently traces a pattern on my chest over my shirt.

Cooper’s fists clench, and he lets out a slow, controlled breath. “If I have to.”

Her lips curl into a sinful smirk.

With a glance at Tiger, who soundlessly mouths at me to give them some space, I reluctantly move away, Ezla sparing us a heavy glance before her attention falls back on Cooper.

He’s stripped at some point, prepared himself for her, confident in what he wants and willing to do anything to get it. Even though he’s the most chummy with his pride out of all of us men here, he still folds just as easily as we do. Ezla drops onto her back languidly, and he doesn’t waste a second in finding his place between the long legs she opens wide, hands latching onto her thighs as he kneels, sat back on his heels.

“Beg.” Ezla’s chin lifts, and my lips part in awe as I watch this pitiless goddess I’ve fallen so hard and fast for dominate Cooper. “Beg to have me. Beg to lick my pussy. Beg for the privilege to worship me.”

Nostrils flaring, his stare somehow intensifies even more. And then— “Please,” he rasps. “Please let me worship that perfect cunt.”

A beat of silence.

Then Tate smirks and mutters under his breath, “Fuck yeah.”

“Good boy,” Ezla purrs, and I hardly have time to wonder if the heat in Cooper’s eyes is anger or arousal before she shoves his face into her pussy.

He doesn’t even hesitate. His fingers bruise her milky-olive skin, and a muffled growl reaches the air as he laps at her like a man starved.

With rapt attention, me and the other men take in our Bonded’s reaction, captivated by the arch of her spine, the way her curled, voluminous hair spills onto the pillow below her head as she props herself up on an elbow, her other hand digging into the back of Cooper’s head.

“Fuck, Havoc. Look at you. That’s so damn hot.” I have no doubt Tate’s pleasuring himself yet again, especially if the sound of skin moving over skin is any indication. He grunts as our Bonded’s eyes roll back in her head, then groans, “That’s right . . . let him take care of that pretty little cunt.”