Page 590 of The Bonding Games: Part 1

And I know, after this, that I will never be the same again.

She means so much to me, has become the centre of everything in such a short amount of time, and I know I could never live without her again. For as long as she’ll have me, I’m hers. And I beg the universe with my entire mind, body, heart, and soul to have that be forever.

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TIGER

“Wooohoooo!” My ass slams down on the seat behind Ezzy, and I wrap my arms around her waist tightly with a grin splitting my face wide open. “Aced it!”

Diving to the ground, Wifey pays no mind to my responding shrieked whoop that’s a mixture of excitement and surprise. And minor terror. But I know she’d never want to toss this hunk off her jet—she’d be too lost without me.

I would not.

“Ez! You’re in my head!” I cheer, unconcerned by her continued denial of our love. Like a panda, I snuggle closer, closing my eyes and absorbing her with the efficiency of a green sponge.

Get it? ‘Cos I’m glowing green?!

I sigh happily. “Love you, Ezzy,” I mumble into her back.

She goes rigid.

A pang of concern oozes through my sunshine, and a furrow forms between my brows as I crack my eyes open.

Did I do something wrong? I know that’s the first time I’ve said it aloud, but doesn’t she already know? She can read all my thoughts and feelings whenever she pleases since I don’t know how to block her like she does us. Not that I’d ever want to cut out my future wife in any way.

Shaking it off, I decide she just needs more time to accept this, and I hold on to her even tighter as we land on the glossy taalk floor in front of the rest of my brothers, Ez tapping my thigh twice to get me moving. And it definitely gets something moving alright. My dick does a standing ovation.

“Tiger,” she says tonelessly, but it’s the most amazing thing she’s ever said.

Yesterday, something changed. Nightshade is still as sexily cruel and brutal as ever, and she’d immediately demanded we train once she’d come down from the orgasm my bestie gave her—but she’s slipped a few times, calling me “Tiger” and Alby by his name rather than his number, too. Of course, the others’ jealousy was through the roof, but I know they were secretly dancing around with party hats on inside because they’re all aware of how big of a step this is in the right direction.

“Uh-huh,” I say, very inconspicuously rolling my hips against her ass while simultaneously pressing my pounding chest as close to her back as possible, attempting to push my heart into her so she can feel all my affection.

“First, you lack any subtlety.” Oops? “Second, we have things to do. Off.” Ezzy slaps my thigh harder this time.

Rawr. Spicy, I like it.

Her helmet slowly turns to the side, and I know it’s my time to flee the scene.

Blowing her a kiss, I leap elegantly from the crimson Avri jet and land on my feet like a spring chicken, giving my hips an extra sway because I know she loves my body and the way it moves. Especially my lip biting that I think I’ve perfected and which I practice now as I approach the other Evots, Cooper looking unimpressed as I do, but whatever—he has no sense of style or sensuality anyway. He should be ashamed of his efforts. Or rather, the lack of them.

After demanifesting her Avri and landing on her feet in a way I’ll admit is a little cooler than how I did, Deadly Nightshade heads over, and I flash my most stunning smile to melt the little black thong I’m sure she’s wearing right off. “Come,” she says, and I already know the next words I’ll hear:

“In your pussy?” Tate bites his lip, and I frown. I’m not sure if mine looked like that, so I’ll probably have to practice more again later. He then says, “Hey, Havoc, baby? When you gonna stay in our Bonded chambers again? Once was not enough.”

Ignoring him, she leaves the room with the five of us hot on her heels, and I link my arm with my bestie, who gives me a small smile while Ez takes us across the Training Centre and to the private room we claimed as ours weeks ago, Tate grumbling about not getting a date set with her.

A prickle of awareness tickles the back of my neck, and I turn my head to see Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum with his gang of orangutangs by the wall that gives way to the climbing ropes, treadmills, and sparring mats section, his face twisted into an ugly glare.

Grinning, I unlink my arm from Alby’s and flip the elephant off with both hands, sticking my tongue out, too, because I know that’ll piss him off even more.

And if his stupid response is any indication, it does.

“Fucking spaz!”

The words bounce off me—I’ve long since got used to them, and they hardly affect me anymore.

But the same cannot be said for the rest of my Bonded group.