36 #2
She rewards him for his words by groaning around him, and I know the vibrations feel incredible, just as I know I’m far too close to release as her ass squeezes around me on my next thrust.
Hips stuttering, I rasp out, “E-Ezla.”
Keep going, my Puppet—Puppy. Faster, deeper, both of you.
“Anything you want, Ez,” Tiger moans, and I work to keep up with him, work to hold in my orgasm, too, as a now-familiar feeling builds up and up within me.
A bead of sweat drips down my spine, and I strain with the effort to keep moving, keep pleasuring both myself and my Bonded.
Unintelligible, a mess of needy thoughts spill freely from Tiger’s lips, gravelly, dirty grunts and groans from Tate, while my own whimpers and moans that I try to keep quiet only grow louder and louder along with the sensations within me.
Hold on Ezla tightening along with the muscles in my body, my words come out close enough to a whine. “I—I’m going to c-come. I can’t—I can’t hold it back.”
“Me too,” Tiger pants out, arms around our Bonded quivering, biceps contracting. “Please, please cum for us, Ezzy.”
“Fuck yeah, Havoc. Cum for us. Cum on my brother’s dick while you swallow my seed down that pretty little throat.” Tate’s large hand circles that slim column as he speaks.
Ezla’s grip crushes my length as she reaches her peak, and everything around me disappears.
Literally. I’m not sure if I moan, sob, shout .
. . As always, I’m completely conquered by my Bonded and the pleasure I receive from her in overpowering swarms. I can only hope my hips are still moving for her as sparks flash through my vision and my head loses any weight, becoming airy.
I haven’t got much of a clue what’s happened when my lashes flutter open an unidentifiable quantity of time later. I’m only aware of my banging heartbeat, my sharp intakes of breath, the smell of sex in the heated air, and the woman I love beneath me.
Well, until Tiger lets out a breathless yet cheery, “Ezzy sandwich!”
Heavy-lidded, I blink up at Tate with the next words to find my faintly ringing ears: “That’s fucking right, Havoc—suck it clean.
Drink me down.” He hisses in the next second, and it’s not long at all before I find out why when he moans out with wild, ever-dark eyes as his grip whitens where he still holds Ezla’s sweat-dampened hair, “Love your teeth on me, baby. And your anger is so fucking hot.” His visible shiver can attest to his dangerously obsessed words.
You are lucky your words turn me on enough for me to ignore the fact that they are so demanding. Otherwise, your cock would be receiving much less kind treatment. Ezla’s tone in my head is ruthless, and a pleasant chill races down my spine.
Groaning loudly, Tate’s head drops back. “Fuck. Do whatever you want to me, my Havoc. You own every part of me.”
Satisfaction washes over me from her.
Tate’s been moving his hips subtly this entire time, unable to get enough, and he’s now evidently craving more again as those rolling motions grow more frenetic. But Ezla pulls back . . . or tries to, as he lets out a low, dark rumble.
No more, my Beast. Her words hold more of a threat than any creatively voiced one could.
“Tate.” Scotty’s tone holds a warning as he inches forwards a barely noticeable centimetre, ready to intervene if necessary, even if we all know our Bonded wouldn’t need a single ounce of our help. Honestly, the only one whose safety I’m concerned for right now is Tate’s.
But after another moment’s hesitation, he finally pulls back, lips parting as he watches himself slide from Ezla’s mouth. “Love you,” he rumbles, hands gentling in her hair as she gazes up at him steadily.
“And I you, my beast,” she returns in a low tone.
Making a gruff sound from deep in his chest, he attempts to yank her up into his arms, and I let out a small squeak as my body’s jolted before I hastily pull out of her. My actions enable Tate’s second tug to work as intended, and Ezla’s soon crushed in his bear hug.
I miss her warmth, that special connection, immediately as I sit my energy-drained body next to Tiger’s, and his anguished wail as he flops his limbs out like a starfish tells me he feels the same.
Manoeuvring Ezla and himself until his back is leaning against the plush headboard and she’s sat comfortably in his arms, Tate makes another low sound as he nudges his nose into her neck.
Surprisingly—or not too surprisingly with her drastically different behaviour recently compared to when we first met her—Ezla doesn’t claw his eyes out, and his eyelids glide closed as he inhales her like his lungs need her to function correctly.
And I, along with the rest of my brothers, watch with fascination and love pouring from us without restraint as our Bonded tips her head back and closes her eyes, too, as if absorbing him just as thoroughly.
His thick arms tighten around her in response, and the moment is so intense and intimate, I almost feel like I’m intruding.
I never want what happened in the bathroom to happen again—those images will be stuck with me forever, just the thought of them bringing a fine tremor to my body—but I think the conversations that came from the living nightmare have encouraged this behaviour.
They were conversations that needed to be had, and we still have work to do, but I feel closer to Ezla than ever before now, and I think she feels closer to me and my brothers in return.
I think she understands the concept of love better than she did before, constantly learning from us.
It’s quiet for a while, and it’s clear no one wants to break that silence, so we wait for our Bonded to speak.
However, when she does, warmth suffuses through me when all she says is, “There is much to do tomorrow, but I find I simply want to be with you for now.” Eyes still closed, she continues, “Stay with me while I rest. Then we can get cleaned up and sleep.”
On his knees, Scotty shifts closer to her. “Of course, Love.” Smoothing an achingly tender palm over her head, he asks on a delicate murmur, “Can I get you some dinner too? You haven’t eaten since before the Game earlier.”
“Mhm,” she hums in a vague way.
Shoulders I hadn’t realised had tensed a fraction loosen with Scotty’s slow exhale. “Thank you, Ezla.” He kisses her forehead sweetly before moving to the end of the bed, feet finding the floor. “I’ll just be a moment.”
As he leaves the room with a quiet hiss of the taalk door sliding through the air, I don’t take my eyes off our Bonded.
I take in every inch of her, and that warmth in my chest magnifies, heart tripping over itself.
I just . . . can’t believe I’m hers . . .
that she’s mine. I can’t believe we’ve really got here, to this point, where she can relax with us like this, in one of my brothers’ arms. I can’t believe I finally have someone in my life in a way I never dreamed I could.
She’s so possessive over me, feels so much for me, gives me so much of her attention, more in one sitting than I’ve ever got from anyone other than my parents throughout my entire life, and I still find that hard to comprehend.
And when Ezla tells us ten minutes later as Scotty returns with her dinner, “You are all mine. I will keep you forever. You will not escape me,” I’ve never been more certain of the fact that I’m finally right where I’m supposed to be.
I’ve finally found a home, a group of amazing people who see who I am and love and accept all of what’s before them.
Unlike every moment, room, or building I’ve ever stepped foot in before I met Ezla and became a Bonded, there’s no part of me that wants to leave the place I’ve found myself in, and I hope with everything in me that I get to stay here forever, clutched tightly in the woman I love’s unfaltering grasp with my new brothers by my side.