Page 56 of The Bonding Games: Part 2

His features loosen as understanding hits him. “Ah.” Then his gaze drifts down to meet Ezla’s as he says, “The actions, my behaviour . . . that just comes naturally, I guess. It feels right to do what I do, so I do it.” His shoulders lift like it’s as simple as that, before he adds, “But it’s not as easy as you might think. Because there’s always the thought in the back of my mind that you might not want what I have to offer.” Scotty says the last part to Ezla, voice quieting, and his hand lifts to gently graze her cheek with his knuckles.

“And that is not so different from how you are feeling, yes?” Vengeance turns to face me after watching that hand with a laser focus. “Do you think that I would let you have me, even just once, if I did not want you?” Her words are matter-of-fact, but they strike me and Scotty with the force of a killing blow, though with a far more positive impact. “When the both of us find it . . . difficult”—she winces at just the small admission—“to share how we feel, it creates quite an issue.”

Running my tongue along my teeth, I nod. “That’s fair. And I suppose you want me to go first here?”

“Hm.”

My lips try to tip into a smirk at that, but I tamp it down. “And if I can’t?”

Her voice becomes a sultry purr. “Then show me.”

Cursing beneath my breath, any restraint evaporates.

My hardness digs into her when she crashes into me, and this time when I slide my tongue over her lips, she lets me in without hesitation. My mouth moves over hers hard, and her tongue glides against mine in a way that has me straining even more aggressively against my boxer briefs as my palms find her lower back, ensuring every inch of her is kept tight to me.

Pre-cum dampening the fabric of my underwear steadily, I only break away from the kiss, heart hammering with force, to gasp for breath. As I do, Scotty catches my gaze, and he gives me a silent dip of his chin that I return in thanks as he quietly leaves the room.

All my attention narrows back down to Vengeance as her hand snaps out and curls around my throat, dragging me back into her. I obey her more than willingly, trying to pour every ounce of me, every ounce of passion and love I have for this stunningly devastating woman in my arms into her with every touch, every breath, every unsteady heartbeat.

I grunt, shoving my hips forwards into her hand when she cups me through my shorts. “Shit.” Body burning and tingling, I can only groan, eyelids threatening to close as she rubs up and down my shaft firmly. Maybe I should be humiliated by the way I’m rutting against her palm, letting out low sounds of pleasure that I can’t keep hidden, but I can only feel euphoria in the presence of my Bonded.

When she tugs at my waistband, I don’t waste a single second, all but ripping my clothes in my haste to get them off. Hers don’t fare much better, and I think I might have actually heard a small tear there, but the washing machine will fix that for Tate if they’re damaged nonetheless.

The ravenous sound I make when she’s bared to me can probably be heard through the walls, but I couldn’t care less as I dive down and take one of those dusty-pink nipples into my mouth, sucking on the stiff peak. With a sinful moan, her head kicks back, and my hand buries itself in her hair, grabbing hold of her scalp to keep her to me as I grunt into her flesh, “Fucking love these tits, Vengeance.” After leaving my mark on her right one, I move on to the left, teeth tugging gently on her nipple before licking the little nub firmly, without shame. “Bloody gorgeous.”

My hand that’s not in her hair grabs a handful of that plump ass of hers, and I hesitate before drawing my hand back and slapping her right cheek. Kneading her heated flesh afterwards, I pull back a little warily, anxious to see her reaction.

It’s not like I haven’t spanked her lightly before, but this was a little harder, and I have to make sure she actually wants that, is as aroused by the action as I am. Don’t ask me why I am, because with both our pasts, I wouldn’t think either of us would be into something like that.

But the look on her face tells me she very much is, and the wildfires scorching my insides are giving an extremely enthusiastic agreement.

Chest heaving, I lick my lips. Eyes on her face this time, not wanting to miss a single reaction, my hand leaves her skin, then returns with a harsher crack! than before.

Breath hitching, thighs pressing together, Ezla leans into me.

My other hand comes to join my right one on her ass, smoothing down the length of her body before grabbing and massaging a fistful of her left cheek, and I whisper hoarsely, “Why do I like that, Vengeance? Why do you like that?”

Lips parting, she replies lowly, “I do not know.”

My throat works with my thick swallow, and I use my hold on her backside to lift her, carrying her over to the bed. When I set her down, she immediately flips over onto her front, stretching herself out languidly.

“Jesus, Ezla, look at you . . .” I murmur roughly as I take her in from head to toe. Dick jerking, a pained groan leaves me. “You have no idea . . . how badly I want you.”

Folding her arms on the pillow beneath her head, she rests her chin on her forearms, then looks over her shoulder at me and repeats her earlier words: “So show me.”

My cock bobs in the air as I advance towards her without hesitation, and my hand wraps around my thickness. I breathe heavily through my teeth as I pump myself while she watches with an unwavering focus. “You want that? I . . .” My fist stills for a moment. “Ezla, I don’t know what I’m doing here. I might’ve been with . . .” I trail off at the furiously jealous look she tries to keep from her face, before continuing, “They were nothing like this. I haven’t done anything like spanking or shit. And I think I want to try more with you, but I don’t yet know what I like in that regard, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

Satisfaction has replaced the previous writhing green flames, and she says lazily, “I will allow you to do whatever you wish today, Cooper. I am intrigued.”

A heady dose of both excitement and trepidation has my head lightening. “Yeah? You mean that?”

She hums her yes, heavy-lidded eyes watching my every move with that predator-like intensity.

My hand squeezes my dick, encouraging more arousal to seep from the slit in its tip. “You’ll tell me if you don’t like something?”

“No.”

My brows dip.