Page 55 of The Bonding Games: Part 2

Arching an imperious brow, she keeps her stare steady on me. “I am not oblivious. Now would be the perfect time to let it all out.”

Scotty’s gaze and stance has gradually become tenser, more wary, and his eyes move back and forth between us cautiously. “Love, do you want me to leave—”

“Do not be ridiculous,” she scoffs. “This is your room. Besides, I think you should stay for this.”

My jaw grinds. “That’s just fucking cruel, Vengeance.”

“When have I claimed to be anything but?” she drawls.

Huffing, I cross my arms over my chest. “I thought you didn’t want to argue.”

“This is not an argument.”

“Not yet,” I mutter under my breath.

Rolling her eyes, Ezla strides over to me, and it’s then that I realise she left the Bonded chambers in just Tate’s pyjamas. For the entire complex to see.

Satisfaction rolls over me along with a loud need for that to be mine. My shirt and boxer briefs. I’m perfectly fine with the other guys giving her their things, but I also want to claim her for the world to see.

“You are yearning to claim me as yours,” Ezla states.

Glancing away, I almost mumble, “Obviously.”

Her light laugh ignites every part of me, and my widened gaze snaps back to her.

“Beautiful, Ezla,” Scotty murmurs, and an untimely zap of jealousy smacks me in the face yet again.

Vengeance’s smirk is pure evil.

Strutting over to him, her ass sways deliberately, and all the blood in my body seems to flow right into my already-hardened cock, making its throbbing fucking agonising. Then my nostrils flare as she reaches him, grabs the back of his neck, and slams their mouths together.

Scotty’s blue eyes are wide with shock before they flutter closed, his surprised sound drifting off into a muffled moan. And there’s that damn ease again as he pulls her closer.

I could do that, I know, but it wouldn’t be as effortless as it is for him. It always feels like Ezla and I are in some sort of battle no matter what, and although I love playing that role in our group, being the one to push her to open up to us, taunting her and teasing her past her limits, it creates a tension that I sometimes wish weren’t there. I don’t want to be the one she’s most cautious around, but I’m nearly certain that’s the case, and that’s my fault.

I storm right over to them.

Grasping her slim shoulders, I yank Ezla backwards, and she lets out a warning growl.

“What was that for?” I demand none too kindly. “You know I’m struggling here, and you’re trying to make me even more jealous?”

Scotty’s brows lower, and he opens his mouth to speak, but Ezla beats him to it. “I am trying to make you own up to your feelings. You are finding it increasingly difficult, it seems.”

My teeth clack together harshly. “If you can pluck everything straight from my head, why do I need to admit anything out loud?”

Vengeance glares.

I glare right back.

Then she shrugs. “Fine.”

When she goes to pull Scotty back in, I snatch her away again. “Fuck! Fucking hell, fine! I’m jealous of him!”

It’s completely soundless for a beat, and my skin heats under the weight of my embarrassment.

Scotty’s mouth has dropped open, and he finds his voice with a slow, “What? You’re . . . jealous? I thought everyone was happy with this arrangement.”

“They are. I am.” One hand stays clenched around Ezla’s shoulder, while the other comes up to drag through my mussed hair. “You just— Fuck, you do it all so easily.” The lines in his forehead deepen, and I continue, “With Ezla, I mean. How do— How can you . . . How do you do it all so simply?”