Page 89 of The Bonding Games: Part 2

Chains clanking reminds me of Tate’s still-bound wrist, and I efficiently reach over to release him completely, sighing in pleasure as his other muscle-heavy arm crushes me to him and he slams his hips up with a loud sound of rapture. Lips attaching themselves to my neck in a flash, he sucks his marks into the skin there as he shoves up into me without waiting for Cooper to attempt to catch up, and I moan humiliatingly wantonly, yet I cannot bring myself to stop when the pleasure is so great.

“Fucking Christ, slow the bloody hell down.” Secure hold moving to my hips, Cooper tries to match Tate’s pace, and my eyes roll back in my head at the overload of sensations.

Completely dismissing him, my beast thrusts up into me without restraint, the stretch of him painfully delicious. The balls of his frenum piercings stroke my insides, winding me higher and higher, and I do so appreciate him getting pierced for me—though I do have a vague thought I cannot hold on to in this current moment of ecstasy which begs me to hunt down and murder whoever thought they could put their hands on what belongs to me to give them to him.

“So.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Good.” Thrust, thrust, thrust. Tate’s breath on my skin is hot and moistens my skin as he pants and grunts against me, each sound sending crackling energy through every nerve cell within me.

Cooper has managed to somehow match his rhythm, fingers digging into my skin as he hammers into me ruthlessly from behind, the lewd wet slap of our bodies colliding a symphony I find wonderfully arousing, turning up the degrees in the room to draw moisture from my pores. “Fuck, you’re filthy, HC,” he pants, his cock pulsing inside of me as he hears my thoughts.

“Fucking hot hearing us joining, Havoc,” Tate adds his own opinion. “I can hear how wet your sweet little cunt is. You’re dripping all over me.” He doesn’t flinch when Cooper forces his hand into the tight space between our bodies, seeking out my clit, only continues, “I dreamed about this all night, every night. I knew you’d want my seed in you, knew we’d make the best sounds when we collided over and over and over again.”

Shuddering, my breathing becomes more laboured, and I move my hands to his firm, broad shoulders, gripping on tight. At the same time, Cooper’s rough fingers locate my bundle of nerves, and he wastes no time in rubbing the hardened nub rapidly in tight circles. In response, I can only rasp his name, nails biting into Tate’s skin as the two of them pound away like their lives depend on it. And maybe they do, because I think maybe I truly would not have enough mind to prevent myself from killing them if either of them stopped in this moment and took this pleasure, this euphoria, away from me.

“Mine, mine, mine, mine . . . Ours, ours, ours, ours . . .” Tate chants in time with his pumping hips, his pelvis smacking into mine with each deep, forceful thrust.

Moaning in a raspy voice that I would not believe could have come from me a month ago, I can only absorb all that my Bonds are giving me. It is truly a shame that I can no longer bring myself to hurt any of my men, because now more than ever, I do so wish I could peel back the layers of their skin to be able to collect something from inside each one of them to wear on me at all times, maybe in jewellery so that I could always hold a physical piece of them with me, solidifying my ownership of them, binding them further to me.

My hips jerk and I curse beneath my breath as Cooper pinches my clit harshly before rubbing it again, harder this time. It causes my stomach to contract, muscles squeezing around him and my beast, and drawn-out broken groans fill my ears just as my body begins to tremble in time with my frantically pounding heart’s increasing beats.

Tate moves one thick arm from his embrace to grip onto my backside, kneading the flesh roughly, and I struggle to inhale a proper breath, spice and musk seeping into me with every gasp of air I do manage to feed my lungs with. “You close, Vengeance?” Cooper’s voice is heavy, breaths choppy, and I know he is nearing his peak, too.

Letting my eyes fall closed once more, I bury my face in Tate’s neck, moaning out a vague “yes” in response as I open my mouth to gift my beast’s skin with a harsh, lasting bite.

“Shit!” he bellows, his muscles going taut beneath my teeth, rapture slamming into me through our connection. “Fucking fuck! Fuck, yes. Bite me. Fucking devour me, baby.”

“Christ,” Cooper spits out, the hammering of his hips never slowing. “So bloody vicious. Do you like this, HC? You like your little holes being stretched out?”

Delight and anticipation spill into me as I am reminded of my earlier desire. “Yes. Get in my pussy.”

Cooper’s thrusts stagger, completely falling out of rhythm with a still-pounding-away Tate. “Vengeance—”

“I will not take no for an answer. I already let you use lube. I am close to coming, and I would like to do so on both of your cocks.”

“Fucking hell, Ezla,” he hisses through clenched teeth but, luckily for his physical and emotional well-being, obeys quickly.

A sense of loss is an oddly felt feeling for a beat as his thickness leaves me, and his hands reposition themselves before pressure pushes against my front entrance.

Tate finally stills, as if only just realising what is about to happen. “Havoc,” he rumbles, and I slip into his mind to see exactly what is going on.

Finding the issue quickly, I tell him, “This is you working together to give me pleasure in a way I have not yet experienced. I have never had two men in my pussy at the same time before—I would like you and Cooper to be my first. I know how obsessed you are with me and only me, and I know you do not want to even accidentally brush skin with anyone else, but this is not any kind of betrayal; I am still the only one you will be focused on, the only one you will be pleasuring and feeling, and I know that the majority of the time, you have only wanted to bash my grumpy one’s skull in.”

A scoff comes from behind me. “Thanks, Tate.”

“You’re welcome,” he grunts, eyes never leaving my face. He is silent for a moment before he asks lowly, “This is what you want? This will make you feel good?”

My answer is pushed out through the bond in a deliberate wave of my excitement and desire for the act to come.

His response is instantaneous. “Fuck. Anything you want, Havoc.”

“Ready?” Cooper asks quickly, as if dying to sink back inside of me.

“Yes,” I snap impatiently.

“Right. Tell me if it hurts.” The pressure at my entrance increases as he cautiously starts to move forwards.

“Of course it will hurt,” I scoff.

He freezes.