Page 88 of The Bonding Games: Part 2

When I come back with an open bottle of lube on hand, I dribble a generous amount into my palm, then let out a slow breath as I lather my cock in it, stroking myself from tip to base. After that, I tip the bottle up, my glistening hand coming to Ezla’s ass cheek to open her up for me so I can pour some of the liquid onto her asshole. All the while, I can feel the weight of her attention digging into me, peeling my bloody skin apart. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Clicking the cap of the bottle closed, I toss it to the end of the bed. Taking Ezla’s hip in my hand, I can’t help but press a quick grateful kiss to her cheek, not giving myself time to think it through, before my other hand presses her back down. The action results in a crazed-sounding groan from Tate and another rattling of chains as her skin meets his once more.

“You are so manly,” Ezla purrs, palm running over the hair smattering his sizable chest, and he preens, puffing up like a fucking peacock.

Lips twitching, I fight a smirk as I wrap my hand around my shaft and notch myself at her back hole while he replies gruffly, “Thank you, Havoc, baby. Knew you’d appreciate me. Fuckin’ love you.”

She hums, then gasps when I latch my hands onto her waist and give an experimental rock of my hips. Her hair spills onto Tate’s chest as she looks over her shoulder at me, pupils enlarged by a burning desire she allows me to see the full force of. “Please me,” she orders.

And as always, I don’t hesitate to obey.

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EZLA

“Fuck,” I hiss, pleasure and mild pain sweeping through me as pressure forces itself against my asshole before the crown of Cooper’s thick cock pushes past the tight ring of muscle.

“Ah, shit. You’re fucking gripping me so tight, Vengeance.”

Rocking back, I try to take more of him, wanting the entire length of him in one go, but his hold on my waist tightens, stilling me.

Growling, I whip my head around to curse him and anything to do with him, ready to threaten him even if, deep down, I know I could irritatingly never go through with a single one—

He sighs, appearing torn between pain and pleasure, teeth gritted at the feel of me around him. “Just give me a minute, HC. I don’t want to hurt you, okay?”

Pursing my lips, I nod stiffly. But I do wriggle a little, letting out a small sound of pleasure at Tate’s massive girth in my pussy.

“Fuck yeah, Havoc, move those hips for me. Fucking stunning,” he grunts, the vibrations of his chest beneath my palms trembling through me, and I shiver.

But still, I say, “Patience, my beast.”

A delighted gasp leaves me in the next moment when Cooper sinks further inside me with a deep groan of agonised pleasure. “Jesus fuck, that is tight,” he repeats in a low hiss this time.

“Don’t rub against my dick, fuckface,” Tate warns darkly. “That’s my Havoc’s only.”

“I’m not bloody trying to,” Cooper shoots back, before grunting when I clench purposely around the two of them.

“Be calm. He is nowhere near your cock—my cock—Tate.”

Forgetting about my grumpy one at once, he licks his lips greedily. “Fuck yeah, it’s yours, baby. All yours.” His arms strain like he’d forgotten he was bound, and his face darkens. “Let me touch you. Let me touch your hot little body, Havoc.”

“And why— Yes, Cooper.” My forehead drops to Tate’s heated skin as my grumpy one finally pushes all the way inside me, balls flush against me.

Rolling his hips so that I feel him rubbing against my inner walls, I moan in response into my beast’s chest, who groans himself with a, “God, fucking please. One arm, at least. Please, baby.”

I only need a moment of pondering to decide I have tortured him enough. He has done exceptionally well, though I have noticed he has never been as jealous during sexual contexts anyway. He has also come into a fairly comfortable acceptance of his circumstances. However, I do believe this was a nice touch to further solidify that progress.

Stretching out my arms, I get to work on his right wrist.

The moment my beast’s arm is free, he grabs me, corded arm banding around my waist. In other situations, I might feel threatened, but a thrill shoots through me at his need for me and the possessive hold. Despite the way he is trapping me, I do not feel restrained or confined. I do not feel captured or supressed like I do with my fath— with Joseph. I only feel a writhing ache within me in the form of unignorable need, and something I am feeling more and more of where my black heart resides, an odd warmth I refuse to think about too much, refuse to label.

“Hell yeah, Havoc. Fucking mine. Ours.” Tate’s voice like gravel has a thrill shooting down my spine.

Humming, I order, “Give me the pleasure I deserve. Fuck me with your cocks.”

Cooper’s palm runs down the centre of my back, and I let out a breathy sound at the fullness as he shifts inside me. “Yeah, Vengeance? You want us to give it to you? Same as last time with me and Scotty?” Hips rolling subtly, the ridges of his cock rub against my walls deliciously, and I sink my teeth into my lower lip, lashes fluttering.

Eyes falling closed, I rock myself back and forth, and both men let out deep groans as they slide in and out of me. Opening them again, I confirm, “The same.”