Page 522 of The Bonding Games: Part 1

Fuck yeah, my girl got him good.

“Stop looking at my Havoc like that,” I grumble as he leans up against the gleaming black taalk.

Rolling his head against it to face me, he gives me a look.

I scowl back at him.

Dismissing me, he focuses back on my Bonded and Cooper as they spar, her barking at him to stop pulling his punches, and I internally curse all the other men in the room with every name under the sun.

Tiger is next, then Alby, who I’ll admit has been improving so rapidly he even manages to catch my attention with his new skills and techniques when my mind is usually only made up of Ezla.

It’s less than one percent of my attention, but still.

Next it’s my turn, and I bite my lip as I stalk over to my girl, ready to finally get my hands on her.

Except she parries, ducks, and leaps out of range every. Damn. Time.

I huff, equally as irritated as I am aroused and awed by her moves. “Havoc, baby, let me touch you, dammit.”

Ignoring me, a roundhouse kick sends one of my armoury sticks soaring from my hand.

I cum in my pants.

“Oh, baby,” I groan at the same time I spring out of the way when she tries to stab her baton into my spurting dick.

Jealousy momentarily forgotten, I enjoy the rest of my time with my Havoc before she leaves us all with a reminder to be here again at 6 a.m. sharp tomorrow, dumping me on my ass when I try to snatch her up to keep her with me.

I fucking love training.

But I don’t like it when she leaves all. The fucking. Time.

She’s mine, and I will have her. Whether that’s with or without the other Evots in the end.

And whether she wants to be mine or not.

25

TIGER

The day before Game 2, Ezla corrects my stance, and I blush at the feel of her hands on my body. I’m sure my googly eyes are driving her up the wall, but she makes no comment, simply taps her boot on the inside of mine, and I obediently add more distance between my legs. Then, before she can move my arms, my need to impress her has me showing her I remember the exact way to hold them, and my hand tightens around my armoury stick as I hold one of my Avri daggers in a downward grip, the other hand hovering before my face in a defensive fist.

She tilts her head, the dark emerald glow of the blade illuminating her glossy onyx visor. And then—

“Good boy.”

My breath catches. A wildfire surges up in my veins, sparks flicking to life inside my head . . . my cock pressing against its confines in an attempt at an enthusiastic “hello”.

Oh . . . I liked that! How do I make her say that again?! Oh! I know . . .

I bat my lashes.

The sensation of that detached gaze digging into me doesn’t waver.

Damn! Try again, Tiger!

I flash her my most charming grin, lowering my chin to look up at her through my lashes, which I flutter more vigorously for effect.

“Dude, you look like a maniacal serial killer coming for his next victim,” Cooper mutters as he walks by, flicking his visor up as he heads across the room to take a drink from the drinking fountain on the wall opposite the weight racks and near the door, the water coming out crystal clear and making me salivate for some of my own.