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COOPER
“Tell me,” I husk against Ezla’s lips between merciless kisses. “You want me inside you? Want my big dick inside that pretty pussy, Vengeance?”
“The only thing that is big is your ego.”
My eyes slit, and I shove my hips forwards, dragging the length of me over her. “You do love lying to me, don’t you, HC?”
She glares.
“Why do you insist on it, huh?” One hand moves between us to grab my aching cock, breathing harsh and fast as I rub the flared tip through her wet folds.
A groan gets caught in my throat, body shuddering at the sensations flooding me already.
“Will the truth never come easy? Do I have to fuck it out of you?”
Her eyes flare. “Possibly, Cooper,” she purrs, running her hands from my back to my chest and raking her short almond nails across the skin there next, making my dick jump in my grip.
I nudge the weeping head against her little pink nub before tapping it against it a few times, watching her lips part and her dark lashes flutter with satisfaction seeping through me. “Yeah? You need me to pound the answers out of you?”
She hums and flicks a nail over my nipple, and I shiver visibly.
Shifting, I press my tip against her entrance, rocking my hips just slightly to tease her. “And will you give me the answers I want?”
“Will you not fuck me if I say no?” She pouts mockingly.
Gritting my teeth, aware she knows I’ll be inside her tonight no matter her response, I grind out, “I will get the answers I want. All of them. All your filthy little secrets. I’m going to know every part of you, Vengeance—and I’m going to keep them all.
I’m going to keep you, and I’m not going to let you go. ”
She snarls, opening her mouth to verbally assault me, no doubt.
But all that comes out is a hoarse cry as I slam inside her to the hilt, groaning roughly at the tightness and warmth encasing my pulsing cock. “Fuck, that’s it. Take my cock, Vengeance.”
Her claws find my back again, and my muscles flex beneath her touch. I draw back to the tip before slamming back inside her, ensuring she experiences every inch of me while my entire body thrums with the rapture of being joined with her for the first time.
“Not enough. Give me more,” she demands and shoves her hips up to meet mine, sinking those nails into my skin hard enough to draw blood. I suck in a sharp breath through my teeth, veins alive with euphoria as I start to set a punishing, brutal rhythm, HC meeting me with every motion.
“Greedy.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Girl.” Thrust.
And I’m not complaining. Not at all.
She feels like my version of paradise, and I really never knew what I was missing before this wild creature entered my life . . . or more like I not so subtly barged into hers, the same as the men who’ve become my brothers. But a win’s a win.
“I. Want. More,” is her only response.
Panting, I shift so I’m upright before grabbing her ass and angling her hips up so all she can do is take what I give her.
I piston into her, and she spits out profanities and moans to add to my own rough noises of pleasure and the sound of our bodies crashing together wetly.
There’s definitely one or two threats on my life in there somewhere, but fuck if that doesn’t turn me on more.
Her slim fingers twist in the bedsheets beneath her to keep herself steady, and I shift my hungry gaze to her tits as they bounce with every harsh pump of my hips. My dick jerks inside her at the sight, provoking her pussy to squeeze me in return.
“Look at those pretty tits, Vengeance,” I grunt, mesmerised, and she grins evilly, bringing a hand up to grope herself, knowing it’ll make me jealous of her own bloody hand.
In punishment, I pound into her even harder, sweat dripping down my spine.
But we both know it’s really not punishment at all, only pleasure.
From the force of my thrusts, she has to grip onto the silk sheets again with both hands, but the daggers she throws my way in response aren’t as effective as they were intended to be when I can see the euphoria leaking from her pores.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I taunt, breathing heavily. “Your pussy was made for me, HC—you fit me like a fucking glove.” I angle my pelvis to ram into her sweet spot, and her walls spasm around me, eyes rolling back in her head.
But I can tell after a moment, even before she says it, that she’s craving something else now.
And maybe I’d be insulted if I didn’t know the change has nothing to do with my performance and everything to do with her insatiable hunger and desire to be stuffed so full she won’t be able to walk without Avritabs tomorrow.
“You want another cock, Love?” Scotty says lowly from where he sits on the bed nearby, reading her too.
“I volunteer!” Tiger’s arm shoots up into the air, almost whacking a blushing Alby in the face.
“Fucker,” Tate growls. “It should be me taking that hot ass for the first time. She was mine first—”
The warning glance Ezla sends him and Tiger has them both pouting, but when she gives you that look, you know to shut the hell up.
Never mind the fact that I myself always blow straight past that.
Tate grumbles and bitches, but he’s still pumping his cock like he’s been doing the entire bloody time—I honestly don’t know how the fuck he’s still going—with his storm-grey eyes drilling into Ezla as though he’s attempting to telepathically plant a piece of himself inside her.
Tiger whines like a kid not allowed to buy the toy they want in a shop, while Alby is simply staring, taking everything in with his usual rounded eyes.
“Yes. I want to be filled completely. I want your cock in my ass,” she commands Scotty, and I slow my movements before stilling completely.
Catching my breath, I waste no time in readjusting our position so I’m sat back on my heels with her straddling my thighs, hissing as the move has my cock sinking deeper.
I glance over at Scotty as he snatches up the lube from the bedside table, getting right to it as well.
We both know our Bonded doesn’t ask for—or demand, more like—anything unless she’s sure she wants it, so it’s better to not make her wait.
If she wants us to stop, we know she’ll have us tossed across the room and on our asses before we even know what’s happening. “You ever done this before?” I ask him.
“Nope,” he mutters as he uncaps the bottle, and I feel the wave of answering satisfaction from the bond as Ezla opens it up for us again, allowing everything she’s feeling to flow into us. “You?”
“No.”
More satisfaction.
“You really are possessive, aren’t you, Vengeance?” My lips pull up on one side as I give her ass a firm squeeze, then a light spank for good measure.
Gratification swarms me as I soak up the sight of her drooping eyelids and the eager swirl of her hips I’m greeted with in return.
“You like that, don’t you? When I spank you like that?” I murmur as Scotty comes up behind her on his knees, slicking his dick up before dribbling some lube onto her ass. Ezla looks over her slim shoulder at him while her hands rest on my biceps, and her lips part as she watches him.
An image comes through then as Scotty projects what he’s seeing into our Bonded’s unwarded mind with the new handy-as-hell trick we’ve learned, treating us all to a premium view of HC’s asshole just as he sinks a glistening finger inside.
Pumping the digit in and out, he lets her get used to the feeling as she moves about impatiently in my arms, shoving her ass back to take more of his finger.
He chuckles, shaking his head lightly at her, slipping another digit inside a moment later.
“That feel okay?” he checks in as he scissors them, and I focus on the image obsessively, hips bucking up into Vengeance at the sight of her back hole stretching out like that, readying to be filled.
“Yes. This has been done to me before.”
Everyone turns to stone.
I did not . . . like that phrasing.
Not. One. Bit.
Fury and disgust rise within me, and Ezla’s mismatched eyes sharpen at the dramatic shift in atmosphere.
Catching my gaze over her shoulder, Scotty gives a firm shake of his head, expression grim.
I have to take a deep breath to steady myself, though it trembles with the might of my wrath, my need for vengeance in the name of our girl.
I can’t let the ever-growing suspicions I have about the hidden parts of her life taint this moment.
Once he’s satisfied—both with the perceived assurance I’m not about to flip out and how prepped Ezla is—Scotty shifts closer, and I move my arms to give him room to grab onto her hips, forcing myself with all my will to tuck HC’s words away for tomorrow: In an unspoken agreement, me and the guys have decided that’s when we’re digging deeper into our Bonded’s past, and that’s when we’ll uncover every truth she’s kept hidden away all these years.
But right now is a special, precious moment, and I won’t let my poor temper get in the way and ruin that.
This is a huge step for Vengeance already, letting us have her like this, and I refuse to base all my time with her around the trauma of her past. That’s not fair on either of us, and I’m finally realising that.
Ezla watches Scotty with a laser focus as he lifts a hand to gently but firmly guide her head to his to kiss her deeply, and I can’t lie and say there’s no jealousy, but I also don’t ever feel the need to throttle him—not like Tate has to fight the urge to do whenever he re-evaluates his decision to share Vengeance.
It happens with me or one of the other guys at least once or twice a day, where we can feel his glare peeling our skin apart.
Admittedly, it’s a huge improvement from how he was weeks ago when we first met him and his vocabulary was cut short to “Havoc” and “mine”, so I don’t really think too much of it anymore, only reminding him of the word “ours” every time he claims otherwise.