55 #3
I’m vaguely aware of Tate spewing venom and hissing under his breath as Tiger, Scotty, and even Alby work to get him under control, having to drag him along after us, but I’m too focused on our Bonded to worry about the attention he must be drawing—not that it ever left us.
Does he touch you like that often? I seethe down the bond as the music starts to play the opening song for the Bonded dances, sure that either the force will be enough to get the words to her or Ezla’s kept her walls down.
The crowd’s now parted so that only Bonded groups are in the middle of the room, and I notice a few Players from TBG pass by my peripheral as I lift my arm up straight, fingers pointed towards the high ceiling.
Vengeance mirrors me while my new brothers form a sort of circle around us, and if the spectators are bothered that it limits their view, they don’t show it, no doubt too afraid of what our Bonded will do to them if they voice any complaints.
It was accidental, she lies to my face—which I’m sure looks like a demon’s at this point, my temper barely kept in check.
Our palms hover an inch away from each other’s as we begin to circle one another, and it feels like the dance is mimicking our internal battle, just like it’s meant to reflect the tension between Evots and Exots in Game 1 when they’re opponents.
I snap, Don’t fucking lie to me, Vengeance.
I’m not blind like the rest of the world—the Game Master is a pervert. Tell me what else he’s done to you.
I will hang you by your intestines from the chandelier.
I smile sarcastically, all my emotions leaking out of me like a broken tap. Always either a threat or complete avoidance, right? Why don’t you sleep in our Bonded chambers? Are you not allowed? Do you sleep next to someone else?
In my mind, she snarls, and I admit, I do momentarily fear for my life. But I won’t let up. The harder she tries to push me away, the harder I’ll push back, seeking and demanding more.
Am I right, HC? Has he touched you? Tell me what he’s done!
In the dance, our palms finally connect, much more forcefully than they should, her nails biting into my skin and making my cock stir, even in this moment.
I will kill you.
That one wasn’t very creative, now, was it? I taunt, wanting her to snap, to unleash herself on me and let out every secret which torments her.
Her growl rattles the walls of my mind, and I actually think she may be so pissed she can’t conjure her usual impactive threats.
My hands latch onto her waist a beat too soon before they’re meant to, but I really couldn’t care less as my erection presses into her through my trousers.
The Avri suits make it harder to tell when I’m aroused—not that that would stop her from noticing anyway—but now there’s nothing hiding the bloody steel pipe that’s been insistent to sink inside of her since she came out of her room earlier. Since way before that, if I’m honest.
I’m not usually so bold like Tate, but whenever my temper boils over, I act irrationally, and I don’t hide the desire in my eyes as I tip my chin down to stare directly into Ezla’s mismatched ones.
“I want you, Vengeance,” I murmur, and she blinks, caught off guard for once.
“I know I don’t always show that as well as your other men, but I do.
” I pause, making sure she understands how serious I am on my next point: “But that includes all of you. I want every part of you. Won’t you give me that? ”
I think she’s trying to telepathically stab needles into my eye sockets.
She’s still glaring at me as I lift her, making sure she slides across my body as I do, before I spin her in a one-eighty. Her feet are off the floor, and her hands on my shoulders are setting me alight. I can’t flatten out my smirk.
Vengeance snarls.
“Ferocious girl.” I grin.
I haven’t forgotten about my anger from just a few seconds ago, but all I can focus on now is this moment and how suddenly light I feel. I’m not much of a dancer, yet this moment feels so special I’d do this dance a thousand times over with her and not get tired of it.
Gratification flows through the bond at my words.
I grin even wider, sliding her back down my body and setting her on her heels in time with the music for once.
My hands move to reflect hers on my shoulders, palms finding her slimmer, bare ones, before we both step back, smoothing our grips down each other’s arms until they connect at the end, our fingers twining together.
Next, she unlinks her right hand from my left and gains room before twirling into me.
Instantly, I spin her back out, letting her go so she can spiral in dizzying circles around me, my intense gaze boring into her and skipping over my brothers’ faces in the background as her travelling takes her around the group.
I snatch her back up when the circle around me is complete, halting her spinning form in my arms with a hand on her lower back, the other in hers.
Her lips are parted, and my throat bobs with my swallow as I imagine capturing those lips between by teeth, but somehow, I restrain myself as we continue to move together.
We keep dancing until the song changes and it’s time for me to reluctantly pass her over to one of her other Bonds.