Page 885 of The Bonding Games: Part 1

With a whimper, he joins the crowd around me, squeezing between Cooper and Tiger and leaning over the latter to eagerly, and delightfully clumsily, press his mouth to mine. I absolutely adore the inexperience, the lack of jealousy and the flood of contented possessiveness which pours into me every time he and Tiger prove they do not know what they are meant to do, and yet they try anyway. Tate’s inexperience is less obvious, likely due to all the research I know he has done over the years along with his online stalking of me, but I do experience the same satisfaction with him, if a little differently, considering his behaviour is quite contrasting with the innocent two.

Every ridge of Cooper’s thick cock rubs my inner walls, and the same can be said for Scotty at my back. I can feel all of them—every vein on Cooper’s length, the slight curve to Scotty’s. And the added pressure at my front opening due to Tate’s finger has my vision going hazy, which would alarm me in any other scenario, but I have quickly learned it is simply my body alerting me to how eminently agreeably these men treat me.

I know—I was surprised, too, when I realised some men could make me feel good rather than nothing or boundless anger.

My breaths become increasingly raspy, more choppy, and a thrill shoots through me as my body prepares to explode again. And when Alby’s tongue sloppily moves with mine, all needy and deliriously wanting, I find my release, rapture conquering me. The only thing I will ever allow to do so.

Body convulsing, I clamp down around my men, and delectable male grunts and groans of my name feed me in response, warmth flooding my insides as Cooper and Scotty come almost in unison. Their hips stutter and jerk, their hands on me shaking with the pleasure they are receiving from me and will only ever receive from me from now on if they would like to keep their lives.

“Oh, Havoc . . . fuuuuck . . .” My beast ruts his cock against my thigh and combusts with hardly a touch, painting my skin, and my lips part.

If that had been anyone but one of my Bonds, I would have peeled the flesh from their bones with my Avri daggers.

Instead, desire zaps through me all over again, and I swipe my finger through the mess. Slowly slipping the digit into my mouth, I suck it clean.

Hmmm . . . he does taste nice. Like a true, tantalising man, nothing grubby and foul like the cum I am usually forced to swallow. Just like Tiger and Alby, Tate tastes good; there is an attractive musk to it that has odd tingles tickling my belly, and his semen most definitely does not make me want to gag or vomit.

Mine.

I do not particularly care if they hear that or not, and the sharp breaths shooting through parted lips tell me they did. I feel that they are awed by my claim . . . obsessed . . . overjoyed.

Falling deeper in love.

Tate’s cock hardens again in an instant.

I know what I have to do now.

For whatever reason, my need to own these men is strong, and I am finally ready to admit that. I will keep working on figuring out why, keep digging into what these strange sensations are that I consistently feel around them. The sensations within me that I am intelligent enough to know are not simply lust.

I know what I have to do.

But for once, I do not know if I can do it.

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TATE

I haven’t felt like this in . . . ever. I have been obsessed with Havoc, in love with Havoc. But I have never experienced the absolute exhilaration that comes with finally having her in my arms.

I thought I was in love with her before, and I do believe I was—I know I was. But it’s so much deeper now, so vivid it’s almost tangible.

How much deeper will I fall when we finally discover all of her?

It’s something unspoken that I know my girl is aware of too: things will be cleared up tomorrow. We’ll discover everything kept buried within her and devise a plan to destroy all the demons unearthed for good. But for now, I’m in a living dream. Except it’s so, so much better than anything my head has ever conjured up.

Scotty lifts her, and I watch fixatedly as a rush of cum leaks down her thighs.

Jealousy pummels me, and yet it’s undeniably fucking hot, that sight. And, for the first time, I don’t even consider killing any of the other men in the room.

I should get a damn gold medal.

Not that anything is enough of a reward other than my Havoc.

I’m fucking rock solid again because my girl swallowed my cum, my fucking seed. She’s consumed me now in the most primal way, claimed me even more surely than she already had. And yet I ignore my insatiable appetite for once, because I’m starving for another thing just as much.

I want to hold her, cuddle her.

I watch with a laser focus as her satiated body is shifted onto her back by Scotty, by one of the brothers I never cared to have. But that’s what he and the other three are, I realise with certainty now. Because if they weren’t, I know I’d never allow them to even look at Ezla, let alone touch her. I would’ve brutally ended them weeks ago, in fact.