Page 57 of The Bonding Games: Part 2

“I will show you.”

Her razor-sharp smile has the hairs along my arms raising.

Sinking my teeth into my lower lip, I close the distance between myself and the bed, a knee pressing into the silk-dressed plush mattress. Releasing my grip on my length, my palm sinks into the mattress next, my other finding her smoother-than-satin leg and sliding up slowly from her ankle, up her calf, and to the back of her knee, then higher. She watches me the entire time, and when I finally get to the space between her thighs, dipping a finger into the pooled wetness there, a faint tremor runs through her. I’m in a mix of wonder and overwhelming desire as I rub my finger back and forth, lightly at first, then adding pressure, and she lets out a shaky breath.

Without warning, my free hand connects with her ass.

She hisses but doesn’t hesitate to lift her hips from the bed, offering her gradually reddening backside up to me.

My moan vibrates the burning-hot air. “Fuck, that’s pretty. There’s something about this . . . something about giving you this kind of treatment, in a way that’s only pleasure, that . . .” I struggle to find the words, and Ezla doesn’t interrupt or press me at my impromptu involuntary admission. “It changes the meaning of violence when it comes to you, Vengeance. You make me see things differently. And when I think of that word, I don’t want to think of my blood brother or . . . him.” I refuse to speak that monster’s name in such a special moment, and I shove him right off a fucking mental cliff into the fiery pits down below before I continue, “I just want to think of this.” My hand comes down again harder this time, and I watch with molten lava shifting in my veins as her ass cheek colours a deeper shade of red than before.

Lowering my head, I press my tongue firmly to her skin, then drag it over that burning curve roughly. Her next inhale is quivering, then hitching when I bite down into that plump flesh of hers. She practically shoves her ass in my face for more, and I grin into her, moving my teeth to her other cheek to give it the same treatment.

While I do, a hand smooths over her hip and around, running over that buttery-soft skin of hers before finding her mound. Cupping her firmly, two fingers stroke along her soaked slit, and I let out a rough groan before my thumb and forefinger find her swollen bundle of nerves and clip it between them.

Her hips jolt, and her breathy curse muddles my brain with its sensuality. “Feed me your cock now, Cooper,” she orders abruptly, lying back down fully so that her front’s flush to the mattress and her legs are sat together.

I let out a shaky breath, preparing to carry out her demand as if she’s controlling each of my limbs on inky-crimson strings. My knees press down either side of her as I straddle her thighs, and I can’t help but grasp her ass cheeks in either hand again, cock jumping against her leg as I work the flesh before I part them.

I’m leaking onto her skin from the sight alone when I pull my hand back to take a hold of the base of me, adjusting myself for a better angle. Shuddering as I slip my cock into place, I mutter, “God, you’re gonna be even tighter like this. You ready for me, Vengeance?”

“Fuck me.” Her command is stricter this time as impatience slips through, and it feels so ridiculously good to know she needs me as much as I do her.

“Anything you want, HC.”

Hands finding their place on her hips, I slam my pelvis forwards.

“Fuuuck.” My eyes roll to the back of my head as she invites me into her warmth, walls of velvet sucking me in. Her responding moan is barely audible, but it stokes the flames in me just the same, more so because of it. All her hot little sounds are so fucking precious, and I cherish every one of them, no matter how hard to catch some of them are.

Pulling my pelvis back, I steadily push back into her, fucking drowning myself in her, and my fingers clench on her hips as I start to find my rhythm. “Yeah, shit, your cunt’s really trying to keep me in,” I mutter roughly as I fuck into her.

She surrounds me, consumes me fully as I fill her over and over again, and a sense of surreality hits me. I can hardly believe I’m here with her, that she’s letting me have her like this, and that’s for a multitude of reasons, but what stands out most starkly is the dramatic change since the Halfway Ball. I knew our night meant something, but it’s been glaringly obvious with how she’s been acting since, the way that she matched Tate’s desperation completely when he took her in our Bonded washroom. She’s fighting hard to stay with us with all the shit going on, no longer trying to push us away, and I’ll never take this gift she’s giving me and my brothers for granted as she slowly gives us more and more of herself.

When she spasms around me, I grunt and my body weakens, causing me to drop down, veins popping in my hands as my fingers clench in the bedsheets. On my hands and knees, I keep thrusting, movements growing more vigorous, and I’m groaning and moaning and spewing a train of filthy shit I can’t even process as I fuck and fuck and fuck.

“Christ, I missed you, Ezla.” My vision blurs with how great the sensations rushing through me are, and I’m sure my eyes would appear deliriously clouded with ecstasy if she were only to turn around and witness me unravelling for her. But I guess she doesn’t need to when everything that I am is flowing without restraint down the bond.

“Ahhh, fuck, fuck,” I grit out as her pussy squeezes me, my balls drawing up far too fast when she feels this bloody amazing. Needing to hold on to her to anchor myself, she senses this through the bond, and her arms move to either side of her.

I don’t hesitate to cover the backs of her hands with my clammy ones, pressing them into the pillow either side of her head, my fingers twining through hers. My torso presses to her back, abdomen tightening, and it feels fucking heavenly to have her sweat-slickened body sliding against mine with each pump of my hips.

Lips pressing to her shoulder blade, I trail them wetly up to her neck, then higher to find her jawline, where I bite down like some sort of wild beast, my deep rapture-filled noises muffled momentarily as I suck a bruise into her skin.

“Cooper . . . Cooper . . .” she pants out, dark lashes brushing her cheeks as she closes her eyes and simply absorbs all the pleasure I’m giving her. I feel myself throb with need in response.

The contorting of my facial features matches hers as her brows scrunch, and her mouth drops open when I pick up the pace, the scent of hot cinnamon making my mouth water as I drag in unsteady, shallow gasps of air beside her ear. Stubble rasping across her cheek, I’m trying not to crush her with my weight, but I’m no better than lying on top of her now. She doesn’t seem to mind, hopefully liking the closeness just as much as I am as I rut into her senselessly.

“Yes,” I rasp into her skin on a hot breath, and one of my hands moves from hers to slide between her and the sheets to grasp her breast firmly. “Fuck yes. Take it. Take it all, HC.” The white-hot pleasure in me coils tighter, my muscles tightening and tightening, thrusts growing sloppier and sloppier. My fingertips find her nipple and pinch sharply, and I grunt out in time with her contracting pussy, “Fuck. Gonna cum.”

And I do, vision whiting out as I groan her name, hearing mine on her lips again as she soaks my cock in return.

Hips jerking and stuttering, I bury my face in her neck, taut arms shaking. “Fuck, Vengeance. Fuck, fuck . . .” My head’s floaty, absent for a while, and all I can do is feel, basking in that pulsing wet warmth around me as she drags every drop of cum from my body.

Finally, when I feel her own going completely lax, I still fully, my full body weight collapsing on top of her.

She lets out a soft huffed breath, and I curse. “Shit, sorry. You okay?”

I’m forcing my trembling limbs to obey me, readying to get off her so she can actually get a damn breath in, when she stops me, fingers curling around mine still linked with hers.