60 #3
Tiger pouts while I feel a pinch of disappointment, yet possibly some relief, too; arousal is making my mind hazy, and I haven’t exactly thought through how overwhelming being inside Ezla at the same time as someone else might be.
Now that I’ve been hit with a dose of reality, I realise it’s probably wiser to actually know what I’m doing with just Ezla before I attempt to pleasure her with one of my brothers.
“Vengeance.”
Cooper’s low voice draws Ezla’s head his way. “Yes?” she drawls.
Nobody’s oblivious to the fact that Cooper’s the only one who hasn’t had a turn with our Bonded tonight, and it’s blatantly clear she’s going to make him work for that turn.
“Are you going to let me have you?” he says, words deeper than usual, darkened brown eyes boring into her.
“Are you going to beg?” she retorts, and I shudder as she absently traces a pattern on my chest over my shirt.
Cooper’s fists clench, and he lets out a slow, controlled breath. “If I have to.”
Her lips curl into a sinful smirk.
With a glance at Tiger, who soundlessly mouths at me to give them some space, I reluctantly move away, Ezla sparing us a heavy glance before her attention falls back on Cooper.
He’s stripped at some point, prepared himself for her, confident in what he wants and willing to do anything to get it.
Even though he’s the most chummy with his pride out of all of us men here, he still folds just as easily as we do.
Ezla drops onto her back languidly, and he doesn’t waste a second in finding his place between the long legs she opens wide, hands latching onto her thighs as he kneels, sat back on his heels.
“Beg.” Ezla’s chin lifts, and my lips part in awe as I watch this pitiless goddess I’ve fallen so hard and fast for dominate Cooper. “Beg to have me. Beg to lick my pussy. Beg for the privilege to worship me.”
Nostrils flaring, his stare somehow intensifies even more. And then— “Please,” he rasps. “Please let me worship that perfect cunt.”
A beat of silence.
Then Tate smirks and mutters under his breath, “Fuck yeah.”
“Good boy,” Ezla purrs, and I hardly have time to wonder if the heat in Cooper’s eyes is anger or arousal before she shoves his face into her pussy.
He doesn’t even hesitate. His fingers bruise her milky-olive skin, and a muffled growl reaches the air as he laps at her like a man starved.
With rapt attention, me and the other men take in our Bonded’s reaction, captivated by the arch of her spine, the way her curled, voluminous hair spills onto the pillow below her head as she props herself up on an elbow, her other hand digging into the back of Cooper’s head.
“Fuck, Havoc. Look at you. That’s so damn hot.
” I have no doubt Tate’s pleasuring himself yet again, especially if the sound of skin moving over skin is any indication.
He grunts as our Bonded’s eyes roll back in her head, then groans, “That’s right .
. . let him take care of that pretty little cunt. ”
Oh, wow . . . he must be extremely turned on to say that instead of threatening to bash Cooper’s head in from jealousy.
Ezla’s teeth tug on her lower lip as if she’s restraining herself from giving Cooper her moans, forcing him to work harder for it.
He glares, shoving two fingers inside her, and her breath hitches.
But it’s obvious she still doesn’t have the reaction he wants, because he bites down on her swollen clit next, provoking a spew of vicious curses from her while her hips thrust up for more of it.
He chuckles into her, victory flashing through his eyes.
“I hate you,” she hisses venomously, wrapping her thighs around his head as if she’s trying to asphyxiate him with her pussy.
His eyes simmer as he looks up at her, the brown in them swallowed by the black of his dilated pupils as he tongues her bundle of nerves, fingers hammering in and out of her like he’s trying to punish her as much as pleasure her.
And I’m pretty sure he says something to her mind to mind, likely something taunting, because her nostrils flare and her pupils expand to match the size of his.
“I grow impatient. Give me your cock,” she snaps abruptly, yanking on his hair so hard I’m surprised the strands don’t tear right out, and my own erection hardens further than I thought possible in response, breathing shallow as I imagine her doing the same to me.
I want her to drag me around like that, do what she wants with me.
I want her to take away any of my choices and boss me about so I know I’m being exactly what she needs.
Cooper grunts but obeys after one more long lick over her slit and a firm kiss there that has her jolting and him smirking.
He sucks his fingers clean while looking into her eyes intently.
Prowling over her, he then settles between her hips, grinding himself into her, and she finally moans for him while his hands fist in the pillow either side of her head, the veins in them standing out.
Dropping his neck, he claims her mouth with his without waiting for permission, devouring her completely, ravenously.
And I know then, with his ragged groan as her nails drag bright red tracks down his back, that these two are about to have the most animalistic joining of us all.