34 #4
Ezla’s expression remains unmoved as she chains Tiger to the headboard of the huge silk-draped bed in the centre of our Bonded bedroom.
“I didn’t do it! It was my eyes!”
Cooper snorts from his position on the taalk floor. Bound wrists behind his back and pressed to the side of the bed he leans up against, his head is tipped back against the mattress. “Why do you always use that excuse as if your body parts aren’t entirely controlled by you?”
“Because they’re not!” he wails. “They don’t listen to me when I’m around Wifey!”
“Untie me, Havoc,” Tate growls from where he’s ended up attached to the other hoop. Ezla’s tied him and Tiger so that their hands are secured above their heads, cuffs around their wrists with one long, unbreakable chain leading up from either of them to the headboard.
“No. You did not obey me.”
“That was an impossible task,” he grits out.
Humming, she only flicks his proudly stood-up cock with a nail, provoking him to thrash around like a wild beast in response as he tries to get to her. I’m honestly not sure how the hook and chain is holding him.
“Sit on it. Fuck yourself on my big dick, Havoc,” he demands.
With another humming sound, she says, “No. I do not think I will.”
“Ezzy, noooo! Come back! I’m such a good whore!” Tiger cries as she calmly gets off the bed, dodging the leg Tate tries to wrap around her. The latter is grumbling about “his Havoc trying to escape him” when she heads over to Alby and tuts.
His entire body flushes bright red.
Too mortified by the fact he was caught sneaking a single quarter-of-a-millisecond glance at her during her shower, he doesn’t say a word as Ezla leads him to the opposite side of the bed from Cooper.
Heading to the bedside table as he sits down, drawing his knees to his chest, she grabs some rope before moving back over to him and securing him in the same way she did Cooper: hands behind his back and ankles locked together.
Then she turns to me.
“I am not sure if I am happy with you or wanting to hurt you more than the others.”
My lips twitch up at the corners.
Her eyes narrow to slits. “I am aware that you were more than tempted. Multiple times, I thought you were going to give in. However, you remained infuriatingly strong. It is quite insulting.”
I raise a brow. “Are you eager to punish me, Love, or simply mad I didn’t gaze longingly at your naked body like I wanted to?”
“Both,” she replies, eyeing me up and down. “But you were wildly focused on making sure not a speck of dust was left in my bathroom.”
I sober slightly. Softer than my previous words, I tell her, “I just wanted to make sure there was nothing you could accidentally cut yourself on. You deserve nothing less than perfection, and I wasn’t about to leave anything there to nick you. Even that would be painful to witness.”
Her nose wrinkles. “That was sickeningly sweet. I am not sure how I feel about it.”
“Fucker,” Tate hisses at me, chain clanking. “I was doing the same. Most of us can multitask, Havoc. He should be the one chained up.”
“Careful, my beast,” Ezla drawls. “Your jealousy is showing.”
He grumbles under his breath.
Fixing her attention back on me, Ezla advances, hips swaying as she prowls closer. “Hmmm . . . Is there something you would like?”
My heart stutters. Wetting my dry lips, I ask carefully, “What . . . what do you mean?”
“I will reward you. I am aiming to maintain obedience, after all. This should encourage my other Bonds to behave in the future, even if I do so love the way you are all wonderfully greedy for me.”
“Can’t fuckin’ behave around you, Havoc.”
“That is a shame,” she muses absently.
She doesn’t mean that one bit.
“So?” Ezla prompts as she stops before me. My entire body tingles at her proximity. “What would you like?”
Clearing my throat, it does nothing to remove the roughness from my answer: “You. Just you.” I can’t deny my hands’ need to feel her warm skin against them, and I reach for her, gently placing my palms against the dip of her waist. Drawing her in, I breathe, “Let me make love to you, Ezla.”
She doesn’t stiffen in my arms. Not at all.
My heart aches in the best kind of way.
“You would like to . . . make love to me?”
I nod, running my hands up her satiny-smooth back.
“Hm.”
Taking my hand, she leads me over to the bed. Letting me go when we reach it, a vicious curse is pulled from her when she’s lifted onto the mattress.
When I set her gently down in the centre and she flips onto her back to glare with a force I think she’s hoping will scorch my skin off, I tell her with a barely supressed smile, “Sorry, Love. I just wanted to pick you up.”
“I am aware of the ridiculous urge that came over you,” she grinds out, seething. “Please do ‘make love to me’ before I decide I would much rather castrate you.”
“Of course, Ezla,” I soothe as I climb up after her. As she moves up the bed, closer to the headboard, her eyes darken at the sight of me crawling towards her on all fours.
“Do not move, my wild one, my beast,” she says without taking her eyes off me, and I flick my eyes to the right just as Tate pauses any and all movement.
He and Tiger are a few feet away on either side of us, so we have room, but they can definitely reach us since the chains they’re attached to allow for quite a bit of leeway.
“Obey me, and I may reconsider letting you touch me.”
“Oh! Yes please!” Tiger exclaims enthusiastically as he also stills from where he’d been making a not-so-inconspicuous approach on our left.
“What about me, Vengeance?” Cooper’s dark eyes narrow on Ezla as he tips his head to see her better from his place near the foot of the bed.
Her eyes narrow right back. “Possibly.”
“A-and me?” Alby squeaks from the other side.
“Possibly,” she repeats without inflection.
Her stare burns into my hand as it wraps around my throbbing cock when I pause between the toned thighs she parts for me. Running my palm over the mushroom head, I collect the moisture there before stroking myself a few times.
She makes a low, purring sound, and my eyes droop to heavy-lidded as she visibly clenches around nothing.
Ablaze all over, my thumb extends on my free hand as it finds her centre and glides through her folds. “So wet for me,” I whisper reverently as her hips twitch, my eyes only just able to pick up on the subtle movement.
Watching me with all that heavy, intense attention of hers, Ezla doesn’t make a sound as I clench my fist around myself while dipping my head. Lashes fluttering as I inhale her sweet scent, my hand moves to her thigh to open her up further for me.
I kiss her mound tenderly before I lick a long stripe up her slit.
Hips jolting obviously this time, her hands latch onto my head, nails digging into my scalp. “Scotty.”
Smiling against her, I move my tongue slowly back and forth, drawing more wetness from her. The harder those claws of her dig into my scalp in response, the more violently my length jerks about in my grasp.
“I want you inside me.” She speaks through breaths already starting to turn choppy, and my insides light with pride. “Now. My pussy aches,” she adds bluntly.
Chuckling quietly into her skin, I then lift my head. “Of course, Love.”
Moving myself further up the bed, I crawl on top of her before dipping my neck to press my lips to hers.
I really want to take my time with her today, to go slow and show her how special she is to me, especially after what just happened, the overpowering, devastating fear I felt at the thought of losing her, one that hasn’t left me fully, a fine tremor vibrating my insides that I work to keep from my limbs.
And I know she understands that, because she doesn’t try to roughen the kiss, simply allows me to pour all my love down on her while I move my mouth with hers, tilting my head to deepen the kiss but still keeping it tender as my palm finds her thigh and rubs back and forth after I’ve hitched it up by my hip.
My brothers stay quiet, too, no one protesting as she sends down the bond, I will be with Scotty alone for a moment.
When she’s got the bond open to all of us, I can feel everyone, but it’s typically their faint presence, with hers a much more prominent one at the forefront; I only need to reach effortlessly for her thoughts and emotions to find them if she’s not pushing them out, whether that’s intentionally or not, and I can feel my brothers’ emotions and hear their thoughts whenever Ezla receives them—which is a lot more than I originally thought with the way we seem to unintentionally throw everything her way—but I’ve noticed she’s able to filter them and that she seeks us out intentionally to get closer peeks at us sometimes, and it’s not as chaotic as it might seem.
It’s calming, actually, having everyone there together.
But I can’t deny the flood of heated passion that rolls over me in waves as Ezla and I are enclosed in a little bubble.
Are you okay, Love? I ask as I press our chests together and gently roll us onto our sides, breaking away from her lips. Is this okay?
Her response comes in the form of a wordless smoky caress.
I shiver.
Our heads find the plush pillows, and electricity zaps through me as my cock presses to her thigh, throbbing against her silken skin.
Shifting, my pelvis softly knocks against hers as my lips find her neck, pulling a low huff from her, and my arm slides between her neck and the bed, wrapping around her, my hand finding her exposed shoulder.
With her leg shifting higher over my hip, my other hand grips the base of my cock to bring the leaking tip to her entrance, pulse picking up as I take my mouth from hers to look between us.
Breath hitching, I roll my hips subtly, pressing against her, before my hand moves to her backside to bring her closer.