Page 470 of The Bonding Games: Part 1

Only.

My hips slam upwards.

For.

I strangle my length like I know her perfect pussy will.

Me.

My teeth sink into my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, eyes squeezing shut.

She rolls her hips and bounces on top of me, her ass slapping against my thighs to create a beautiful symphony of our joining, her moans and my grunts mixed together exactly how they should be.

My balls draw up.

Her dripping cunt squeezes around me.

“Fuck—fuck.”

I explode.

“Havoc!”

Thick ropes of white shoot from the head of my cock, splashing onto my hand and stomach in an endless stream.

Lying naked on top of my silk sheets, I pant, lashes fluttering open to take in the empty room.

But she’ll be in my arms soon enough.

Just five more days.

Then she’ll be mine forever.

Head turning to the side, my eyes hungrily take in the framed picture of The Bonding Games Champion in all her helmeted glory, sat proudly on top of my bedside table.

My Havoc.

Mine, mine, MINE.

7

SCOTTY

I was a little wary of Alby at first, as I am when anyone new is around my brother, but he’s proved to me he means absolutely no harm. Not that I really expected him to with how timid and quiet he was—and still is—when we first met him, but I’d worried there’d be some silent judgment or dislike with how Tiger is so uninhibited compared to himself. As it is, I could almost describe the shy boy as enamoured any time he’s with my brother, as if he’s never met someone so filled with light. And he probably hasn’t—there’s never been many people like Tiger.

My brother and I have always been close, and we only grew closer over the years as we were forced to become weapons together at our first Evot Training School. But considering he’s the same age as Alby, I was three years ahead of him in school, and it wasn’t pretty when I was first carted off to EvTS, leaving him behind to deal with shitheads like Troy Hurst all alone. It wasn’t until I was fourteen and he eleven that we were properly reunited again after limited visits for three years.

From that moment onwards, I taught him everything I knew to ensure he could protect himself, despite instructors already starting his training. I wanted him to be ahead of the others in his year, to discourage anyone from ever thinking that someone with ADHD couldn’t do what those they consider normal could; I wanted him to be physically strong so he’d be able to beat some sense into those who did, those who made him feel like an anomaly.

Two years later, and I was off to third school, but this time, I left Tiger capable of protecting himself, and people thought twice before ever mocking him for his differences again.

Another three years, and nineteen-year-old me met my brother again at Evot Training School 308, where we’ve since been glued at the hip. Now we work together as if we share one brain when we fight, both when sparring against one another and as a joined force to destroy our opponents.

So, admittedly, I was a tad reluctant to up our duo to a trio. Though not because of any jealousy or anything . . .

But Alby is a good man, and I know Tiger enjoys his company as much as Alby does his. They both need more friends, with Alby seemingly finding his first true one in my brother, and Tiger finding a second best friend in him, one who’s not there by default.

Totally not jealous.