35 #3
Ezla completely contradicts her earlier words to me when she sends an arrow soaring for him, where it buries itself in his thigh.
Now that the Game’s ended, the regeneration serum will have stopped working, so he’ll have to go to the infirmary for that.
But somehow, Aider’s managed to get the one that hit him out of his neck in time for the wound to have healed; he must’ve yanked it out just seconds before the countdown finished.
It’s really anyone’s guess if a wound like that will heal during the Games because the Avri in the serum never seems to be able to decide if it can fix neck injuries.
So it’s not as common to aim for it unless you want to slice the entire thing in half, since your target could stay alive.
It’s why the neck isn’t classed as a fatal hit during The Bonding Games even though it could be one.
“Oh,” Tate purrs, eagerly approaching our Bonded. “Was that protectiveness? Give me more, my darling Havoc. I’ll sit you on my fat cock as a reward. I promise I’ll pleasure you all day, every day.”
My face flames. I’ll never get used to his lewd remarks.
“Come.” Ezla turns on her heel without acknowledging him and starts to lead us all to the exit, manoeuvring around the high and low walls and hidden alcoves that make up the maze-like structure we’re in.
Tate watches her ass as she goes, following dutifully like the rest of our Bonded group, while Aider’s stays back to collect themselves.
I can’t help but follow Tate’s gaze. It’s just so . . . grabbable-looking . . .
Amazing description, Alby, I think to myself, mortified and glad it’s so dark that nobody should notice.
Well, unless I’m unknowingly throwing my thoughts and feelings Ezla’s way. In which case . . . Please, no one look at me ever again.
***
Our gazes drill into Ezla, completely fixated as she opens the door to our Bonded washroom. Tiger’s wide blue eyes catch mine over her head, his mouth hanging open before it forms silently around the words, Oh my god.
I nod back in some silent language we’re both completely understanding, telling him with my frenetically bobbing head, I know right, this is crazy!
“Get in.”
We all rush into motion at our Bonded’s order, scurrying after her and out of our stupors.
But we all stand there like idiots in the bright white room when the door closes behind us.
“Why are you not moving?” she snaps. “Go shower.”
Tate pouts dramatically. “Without you?”
The heat of her glare sears into him through her visor.
He licks his lips and runs a hand through his dark brown hair before shrugging and heading over to one of the showers, pulling back the curtain, then stepping in and drawing it closed behind him.
That was . . . unexpectedly uneventful.
Me and Tiger share a confused look, and even Scotty and Cooper display similar expressions, suspicious, the former squinting at the curtain as the sound of water hitting the floor blasts through the room.
“Huh,” Tiger starts. “So he’s like—”
“Fucking hell, just like that, Havoc, baby.”
Jaw hitting the floor, I freeze.
Cooper’s straight brows push together, a wrinkle forming between them. “Is he—”
A loud groan cuts him off. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you? You like it when I split you open? When I pump your pussy so full of me, you’ll be leaking my cum for days?”
Oh . . . my . . . god.
My gaze trips over Ezla as she stands there stoically, and I rip it away in a heartbeat, burying my face in my hands, the thousand-degree heat of my cheeks burning my palms.
“Ah . . . sorry about him, Ezla,” Scotty says awkwardly, his face almost as flaming as mine as he tries to ease some of the tension in the room like usual.
It doesn’t work this time.
Ezla still doesn’t move or respond. She seems unbothered, and I have no idea what she’s thinking.
“Gonna shower,” Cooper grunts and all but storms to the stall furthest from Tate in the same moment another moan echoes around the room.
“Mmmm, good girl . . . milk it. Take it all.”
I flee to my own stall the moment my legs unlock, not eager to stand around and display any more of my mortification.
“Bestie, wait! Don’t leave me here!”
Except Tiger rushes into the stall next to the one I’ve chosen before I’ve even got inside myself, and I have to zip behind my curtain before I’m the last one out there with our Bonded.
“Yeah, fuck you too, guys!” Scotty calls out before he presumably finds his own stall, Tate’s grunts and groans continuing to ping off every surface, invading my ears.
I’m still battling with my embarrassment when Ezla’s silky voice swirls through my mind:
I will be gone when you are out. Tell everyone they have tomorrow off.
The organ in my chest lurches as if it’s begging her not to go, while at the same time, a sense of both confusion and happiness works through me. She’s actually giving us a day off training.
Will you join us? The question is out before I can stop it, and I hold all the air in my lungs until her reply comes.
I will not.
Then I feel her leave the room, her overwhelming presence gone, taking any joy I’d just felt with her as my heart is punched from my chest, tumbling down to my feet.