Page 182 of The Bonding Games: Part 2

Like my mum, in the face of all of this, his and Scotty’s parents appear to forget just how deadly Ezla is. Eyes coated in a layer of moisture, they both settle their full-of-warmth gazes on her.

I can tell she’s fighting the urge to shift uncomfortably, but she only tightens her hand around Tiger’s as she tilts her head up to meet his gaze beside her. It is only a simple truth, my wild one, she says through the bond.

Blushing and fluttering his lashes rapidly, he no better than slurs, drunk on her love, “Thank you, Ezzy.”

Her eyes narrow at once, but warmth suffuses through me from her.

“Whoopsies?”

Huffing, she doesn’t respond to that, but her cheeks do redden when Tiger and Scotty’s mum makes an “awww” sound.

Laughing under his breath, Scotty stands on her other side with his palm pressed to the small of her back, bringing the attention away from that small interaction when he feels her discomfort. “Well, do we want to sit down and talk? We have plenty of time.”

“Of course!” His mum smiles brightly. “I was just about to prepare dinner. I’m running behind, so this is perfect timing. I can’t wait to hear about everything. We simply must hear all about how you fell in love!”

That was definitely an interesting conversation I won’t soon forget, but I lose concentration on anything but the present as Ezla walks a now collared and leashed Tiger towards the bed on all fours. More enthusiastic than ever, he crawls along the taalk floor, tongue close to hanging out like an actual dog’s, and I can see the overload of delight in him when our Bonded coos, “Such a good boy, Puppy.”

“Uh-huh, I’m so, so good,” he agrees drunkenly, eyelids drooped.

The bed shifts beneath me as Ezla climbs onto it, dragging him behind her. Temperature shooting through the roof, I shift in my own restraints. Like Tiger was on the night of the Halfway Ball, I’m held captive by the metal hoops attached to the plush black headboard.

“I can feel your desire,” Ezla purrs. “You want me more than anything.”

We both nod hastily with a harmonised, “We do,” and my heart pounds as she prowls closer, the end of the leash staying firmly in her hand as she approaches.

“And you can both have me . . . once my pet is finished eating.”

Mine and Tiger’s eyes double in size as understanding hits us quickly. Not wasting a moment, Ezla turns onto her back to lay her head in my lap, right next to my erection.

Embarrassment has my temperature rising further as my length twitches against her cheek, pre-cum dripping from the tip, but she only smirks before flicking her tongue out to tease my shaft.

Whimpering, my hips twitch as a jolt of pleasure zips through me.

Entire body trembling, I watch as she turns her head to look at Tiger while her legs drop open. She tugs on his leash, and he almost dives for her, excited gaze bouncing across each part of her as if unable to decide where he wants to look most.

The choice is taken away from him as our Bonded’s free hand latches onto the back of his head and stuffs his face between her legs.

Moaning while Tiger’s muffled sound of delight vibrates through the air, Ezla’s head drops back so that my cock slides along her face again. I shiver all over at the sensation of her silky skin against the most sensitive part of me, stretched arms quivering.

“Good boy,” she praises him again, pulling another happy sound from him. “Now, make me come fast, Puppy, because I am impatient to have you both inside me. You will both take my pussy.”

Sucking in a sharp gasp, I don’t have much time to panic about getting something wrong when it’s time to try that because Ezla shifts her head so her mouth can find my length again. I see stars when she places a soft kiss there, and my breathing grows more and more shallow and laboured as I try to keep my body still for her.

“E-Ezla . . .” Her name is something like a mewl on my tongue, and I can feel her glee in response along with the wet glide of her tongue along my skin. Firmer than the brief lick before, the stroke of it along my shaft and up to the ridge that announces the head of me is long and filthy, and I visibly twitch uncontrollably under her touch.

Puppet, she purrs in my mind. You are so close already.

“I-I— Y-yes,” I manage to get out brokenly when she moves her hand to the base of my cock from Tiger’s head, replacing that one with her other hand still holding his leash. She strokes me firmly, and my hips buck up without thought, jolting her head. “S-sorry,” I rush out when she shoots me a warning look, cheeks burning hotter.

Humming wickedly, she only starts to move her hand again once she deems me settled down enough.

Head still moving eagerly between Ezla’s thighs, Tiger sends down the bond, Oh my god, you taste so good. I wanna eat you forever, Ezzy.

Her teeth scrape over me as she grins in that cruel yet ridiculously attractive way, and I whimper out a glitching, “Sh-shit.”

“And you can,” she tells him, voice dripping velvet and sin. “You are mine forever.” More quietly but no less sure, she adds, “I am yours forever.”

Yes, yes, yes, Tiger chants, and whatever his mouth does has our Bonded’s mismatched eyes rolling back in her head, her hot, panted breaths tickling my skin as a flush crawls over her own.