Page 128 of The Bonding Games: Part 2

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ALBY

Oh my god, I can’t believe I just asked that.

And she said yes.

I don’t even know what I’m doing. I’ve only gone the full way with Ezla once, and she was riding me while I could only lay there uselessly, overwhelmed by all the new sensations I was experiencing.

Shit. I’m going to mess everything up—

My brain blanks as Ezla’s naked body appears in front of me.

“So beautiful, my shy boy,” she coos as she crouches down to my level and starts working on the rope around my wrists.

“Th-thank you,” I whisper shakily. “You— You’re stunning.”

Humming, she runs an absent hand over my hair, and I get tingles all over.

I notice her eyes sparkle as she places the rope on the floor beside us not a moment later, her attention zooming in on the marks left behind on my skin. “So pretty, all marked up for me,” she breathes, my ears having to strain to pick up on the words, before she demands, “Ankles.”

Shifting, I sit down on my backside and offer up my ankles. I’m mesmerised by the way her deep chestnut hair falls around her face, and I suck in a breath when it tickles my legs as her head dips.

She holds her hand out to me once she’s finished, and I blink up at her in a daze while I take it. Soft skin sliding against mine, she tugs me onto the bed with her.

“Untie me, Havoc,” Tate rumbles. “Need to feed you my cock.”

Taking the lube from Scotty on her way to the middle of the mattress, she says, “Scotty, please free him while I free Tiger.”

Tate curses and glares at Scotty when he goes to do as he’s told. “Fuck off. I only want my Havoc touching me.”

Scotty sighs heavily and looks at Ezla, who’s already found Tiger. “Do as I said, Scotty,” she orders without looking at either of them, and I take the small bottle from her hand when she holds it out to me behind her back. “He needs to learn patience.”

Growling, Tate continues to glower at Scotty as he reaches for his chain, but he doesn’t protest again.

He and Tiger are free in no time, and the latter flutters his lashes enthusiastically before a high-pitched squeal of excitement escapes him as Ezla drags his entire weight into position beneath her in the centre of the bed, lower down than she and Cooper previously were. She straddles him without preamble, then snaps, “Tate, kneel on the pillows.”

“Yes, Havoc,” he rumbles, practically launching himself into position by Tiger’s head.

“Tater Tot, those piercings look painful.”

Wrapping his hand around his length protectively, Tate narrows his eyes down on him. “Stop looking at Havoc’s cock.”

“I didn’t mean to.” He pouts boyishly. “It’s just right in my face.”

Tate’s lips purse. “Then close your eyes.”

“But then I can’t see Ezzy.”

Grumbling under his breath, Tate dismisses him to fix obsessive eyes on Ezla as she grips Tiger’s shaft and turns her head to pin her intense gaze on me over her shoulder. “Come closer, slut.”

“I . . .”

Do not be nervous. Her voice finds me in my mind, and I know she’s spoken directly into it without my brothers able to hear. You will not get it wrong whatever you do. You know I adore your clear inexperience. Butterflies are flitting around in my belly when her tone hardens. Now come here.

Swallowing hard, I inch my way forwards.

“Good boy, Alby. Now . . .” As she pumps Tiger a few times, his eager moan bounces around the room, his legs jerking to almost whack into mine as my knees have to go either side of them. “Careful, my wild one. Let Alby get into position.”