40 #2
Gliding my fingers through her now-unbound hair, I press a tender kiss to the top of her head—
Ezla turns to stone.
Cooper shoves himself upright in an instant. “Vengeance—”
“The tablets.” She bursts into motion, rushing to get out of mine and Tate’s arms. “How could I forget about the citizen tablets? We must—”
My mouth claims hers, silencing her.
Halfway to sitting up, Ezla freezes, more like she can’t believe my audacity than anything else.
Pulling back, my hand that’s found its way to the side of her face smooths over her cheek gently. “Because you’re human, and you’ve got a hell of a lot to think about, Ezla.”
“I must—”
“Please,” I cut her off again, and her eyes narrow, but she stays in place.
“Please, Love. You’ve been through hell.
You need this rest—you deserve this rest. We can pay a visit to Peter tomorrow, okay?
” My thumb softly brushes over her lower lip.
“But we’ve already done so much today. All of us are exhausted.
We just want to enjoy this time with you, to be here for you and soak up our first proper time together without the weight of him hanging over our heads. ”
Throat working, she studies my face intently. “We do not have the time. I cannot let anything happen to you—”
I silence her with another kiss, and maybe that’s shitty of me, but I couldn’t give a single fuck about anything other than her right now, and she needs to relax, to be held and taken care of.
I’m not oblivious to the danger, but I wasn’t lying when I said none of us are in good enough condition to be out there on another dangerous mission tonight, and so I can’t let her march off for both her sake and ours.
You are trying to seduce me, Ezla states down the bond, and it sounds like she’s thinking up all sorts of exciting, creative ways to punish me.
My lips twitch against hers. No, I’m trying to celebrate with you.
She scoffs, then hums in pleasure, and I pull back to see Tate’s large palm running over her side and his mouth planting a trail of wet kisses down her arm.
All the blood in my body rushes down south, swelling my cock to fully erect in an instant.
Fuck.
I only wanted to pleasure her, to use my tongue and fingers to bring her back into a blissful state, but when Ezla’s arousal flares up in wild flames inside of her in response to my own, her need to be filled, I know this is about to head in a very different direction.
The purring sound she makes in the back of her throat is sinful as she settles onto her back on the silky onyx bedsheets, and Tiger’s wavy head of golden hair pops up over Tate’s shoulder along with his widened bright blue eyes that immediately zoom in on her.
A moment later, Alby has scrambled into place beside him, attention lasering in on Ezla’s now-smirking face.
“Go ahead and please me, then, my Bonds.”
“With pleasure, Vengeance,” Cooper murmurs.
Glancing his way, I watch as he moves himself over to her feet before taking a hold of either of her ankles. Ezla allows him to spread her legs, one of which jolts faintly as he presses a light kiss to one ankle, then the other, before he drags his tongue up over her calf in one long, filthy lick.
Tipping her head back, Ezla lets a drawn-out moan fall from those perfect lips of hers, and Tate dips his own head with the better access to her neck, grunting out her name as he continues his previous treatment on the skin there, but with more vigour this time.
“You’re so beautiful, Ezla,” I whisper as my neck dips too.
One hand runs along her torso before rising up to cup her right breast through her fitted black tank top, thumb brushing over her nipple to feel the bud harden beneath my touch.
Tongue flicking out, it finds the peak on her left breast before I take her into my mouth through the dampening fabric covering her.
My lashes flutter in harmony with her next breathy sound and the hand that comes to the back of my head to bury itself in my hair.
When Ezla’s body shifts, I look down, tilting my head so that my cheek is resting against her breast to see her hips lifting as Cooper pulls her pyjama shorts down over them, then her thighs and all the way down her legs.
After he’s tossed them away, he regains his position, and I can feel our Bonded’s delight as his stubble scrapes over her skin when he presses an open-mouthed kiss to her thigh.
Rising higher, he delivers more kisses along the way, both of her outer thighs held securely in his grasp as his head reaches its destination directly between them.
Inhaling, his eyes are pitch black and locked on Ezla’s as he opens his mouth and brings his tongue right up to her centre over her thong.
Planting it against her firmly, he drags a slow, dirty lick up the length of her, and with my ear pressed to her chest, I hear the stutter of her heart along with that of her breathing pattern.
“Fuck,” Tate mutters roughly, and I briefly flick a glance his way to see his attention also on the sight of Cooper between Ezla’s thighs.
There’s not a touch of jealousy that I can make out, only pure, crystal-clear desire and his obsessive brand of love.
He’s been doing incredible with that previously prominent feeling, and he’s never as jealous when we’re together with our Bonded like this anyway, but I’m certain that heaps more of the emotion have been knocked away for other situations, too, after today, what we’ve accomplished binding us even tighter together.
“You like that, Havoc, baby?” he growls out next as Cooper licks another deliberate stripe over her.
Hips bucking up into his mouth, her answer comes in the form of a hungry and demanding, “Give me more, Cooper. I want you to eat my pussy.” Her left hand is in Tate’s hair and mirrors her right in mine as it clenches, her knuckles whitening, and I let out a low sound in time with him, turning my head to gently nip at her nipple before sucking it into my mouth again.
Cooper pulls back slightly, and I do the same to watch him, but before he can act, Tate drags a palm down Ezla’s body until he’s cupping her firmly between her legs.
“So fucking wet for us,” he groans as if in pain, massaging her, curling his fingers against where she’s most sensitive.
Then he abruptly tears her underwear to the side.
“Wanna watch your sweet cunt get eaten by him.”
The sound Ezla makes this time is near enough a snarl, as if she’s wordlessly warning him of the consequences of being too dominant. But her arousal is even more tangible than before, and her eyes are quickly rolling to the back of her head when Cooper dives right in.
Tate watches with that almost unhinged kind of fixation of his, and his free hand grasps the hem of her tank top before yanking it up impatiently.
His attention seems to war between the sight of Cooper’s head moving between Ezla’s legs and her newly exposed breasts, unable to decide if he wants to watch her be worshipped for a little longer or start worshipping her himself, but ultimately, the latter wins out, and his mouth latches onto her right breast with a ravenous sound.
Flicking my eyes to Ezla’s face, I double-check that she’s okay—although with all I can feel flowing freely down the bond, I’m quite certain the glance isn’t needed—before shifting my attention all over her, relishing in the sight of her being treated like the goddess she is.
“Good girl, Ezla. Let your men take care of you.”
The gentle words leave me before I can stop them, but I don’t think she’s as adverse to them as she used to be—she hardly reacts with anything other than a sharp prick of warning down the bond and a wave of unexpected warmth.
I’m still getting used to the softer feelings she has only for us, and I’m honoured to experience this side of her every time I do, my heart seeming to triple in size with all the love I have for her inside me, pressing against my ribcage to bring about a painfully sweet ache there.
When her head tips back again into the pillows beneath her, I trail a slow path of kisses up her neck, eyes catching on a stark dark red mark on the left side of it that’s evidently from Tate before I let my lids fall closed to soak all of Ezla in.
A quiet grunt leaves me in the next moment as she yanks on my hair with little to no kindness, shoving my face back into her breast. “Suck, Scotty,” she hums in a way that tells me she expects everything she asks for to be handed to her on a silver platter, the sound turning into a breathy moan because I’m already obeying her and she’s absolutely right—I damn well am showering my Bonded in all she demands and more as often as I can and to the best of my ability. She deserves no less.
My head knocks against Tate’s as I lap at her turgid nipple, but neither of us care, and the tugging of Ezla’s hand in my hair has my cock jerking repeatedly in the confines of my boxer briefs.
The tip of me aches, and I can feel the dampness against the material pressing against it as pre-cum leaks from me steadily.
Ezla’s back arches off the bed, tremors running through her body with all our ministrations, and her next moan is interrupted by a hitched breath before she husks, “Where are my innocent two? I want all of my Bonds.”
Mouth leaving her breast with a wet pop, I lick my lips as my head rises just an inch to catch Tiger’s and Alby’s gazes.
Jerking my chin in the direction of the headboard, I can’t bring myself to spare more than a couple seconds away from my Bonded’s skin, but I manage to catch a glimpse of them scrambling in the direction I indicated before I gratefully return to lavishing the smoother-than-satin breast beneath me.
“Feed me your cocks.”
In response to her raspy demand, there’s a tiny squeak and an enthusiastic, “Yes, Ezzy!” before the sound of fabric rustling hurriedly meets my ears.