Page 60 of The Bonding Games: Part 2

He’d just opened his eyes, his smile filled with satisfaction and love, expression softer than any I’ve ever seen him wear, but he stills at that. Clearly, he and Havoc have levelled up their relationship status, because he really seemed like he was about to plant a Scotty-style kiss to her forehead before my muttering caught his attention.

His head whips over his shoulder.

“Jesus Christ, guys! What the fuck?!”

“How was your night?” Tiger asks eagerly, completely ignoring Cooper’s outburst. “Hot and steamy, it seems like.” He does that awful double wink of his.

Cooper’s skin gradually reddens until it matches Alby’s in colour, and Tiger squeals, high-pitched enough to temporarily numb my eardrums.

Havoc shoots into a sitting position in an instant, and with Cooper glued to her securely, he’s half dragged with her.

“Oh no! I’m so sorry, DN!” Tiger blurts as she glares into his soul.

“Should be,” I growl. “Fucker woke my girl.”

“Our girl,” Cooper mutters, trying to pull the sheets up around him and Ezla as if we haven’t seen it all before.

I wave a dismissive hand. “Obviously. But she belongs to each of us separately as much as together.”

He has nothing to say to that, and I head over to Ezla in his arms, licking my lips as I take in her exposed plump, perky breasts. And the bruises sucked into them. “Fuck, Havoc, baby. I need to leave my mark next.”

Humming absently, her almond-shaped nails trail over Cooper’s arm banded around her waist, and the muscles in his forearm stand out as his body reacts to just the lightest touch. I would’ve cum in my pants at that, so he needs to get himself together—Havoc only deserves men who are falling at her pretty little feet. She says, “You may,” and the heat inside me surges up so strongly that it melts all my insides to nothing but liquid fire, before she continues, “But not yet. I must tell you what happened, and you must tell me. I have caught glimpses in your minds, but I need to see this from your full points of views.”

The mood sobers in an instant.

Hands twisted together, Alby steps forwards hesitantly. “Y-you . . . you bound your life to ours?”

Humming again, she doesn’t answer right away, looking at him steadily while he flushes furiously, the shade of red deepening as he tries to be respectful and ignore her nakedness. She holds out an arm. “Come here, my shy boy. I no longer wish to grate your pretty skin off. You will be okay.”

His eyes practically pop out of his head. “Th-that’s great,” he squeaks. “But that—that’s not why I’m nervous. I . . . I know you wouldn’t hurt me. It’s just, u-uh . . .” His eyes snap down to her breasts, then her silky-smooth mound as he hurries over on her command.

Ezla’s slow grin is wicked, and my lips part as I try to inhale the knee-weakening sight. “You have seen my body before. Do not be nervous.” Then she adds, “Although I am flattered, Puppet, you must be able to come close without feeling as though you are about to pass out. You will be inside it soon enough, after all.”

He trips over his own feet.

Landing in a heap on the edge of the bed, he scrambles upright with mega-sized eyes before rushing into position at her front. She doesn’t give him time for anything else before she yanks his head down by his dishevelled hair, causing him to sprawl across the bed with his head in her lap.

After another high-pitched sound, he gazes up at her with hazed-over eyes, completely lost in Ezla Land. “Oh . . .” he breathes.

“Oh! Don’t forget me, Wifey!” Tiger launches himself in the air, flying-squirrel style, arms and legs out wide.

“Shit!” Cooper hisses, only just managing to yank Havoc, and Alby along with her, back in time before he can land on top of them.

Oblivious, Tiger dumps his head next to Alby’s and directs starry eyes up at our Bonded. Then he puckers his lips.

Ezla arches a brow. “Would you like something, Puppy?”

He nods eagerly.

“Then where are your manners?”

Eyes growing to triple their usual size, he rushes out, “Please kiss me, Deadly Nightshade!”

Lips ticking up, she lowers her head before brushing her mouth across his in the barest touch.

More bedazzled sparkles are in his eyes when she pulls away, and he quickly pulls her back down, hands grabbing her head, before smacking a proper kiss on her lips with a, “Mwah!”

“Bad boy,” she scolds, whacking his arm—which he only flexes like the show-off he is—with not an ounce of gentleness when she yanks her head back again.