EPILOGUE 1
TATE
Havoc glares daggers into us as we walk into our Bonded chambers the day after the Showmaster’s announcement.
“No, Ezzy! You said you would wait in the bedroom!” Tiger wails.
“I said nothing of the sort,” she hisses as she marches towards us, and my eyes trail up and down her lithe figure before pausing to bore into her face ravenously.
She looks so fucking good with our colour in her skin.
“I said I would not work today and also that I would not go with you as you are awful at keeping secrets, and so I knew exactly what you were planning. However, you then hid some of your thoughts from me—”
“We’re so sorry, Love. We just wanted some things to be a surprise.
That’s how birthdays work.” Havoc scowls at Scotty’s softly spoken words, tracking his every move as he steps in front of me, keeping his hand holding a handful of the bags we’ve brought back with us behind his back while the other comes up to her face to cup her cheek.
Thumb brushing over the dark green Avri there, he murmurs, “We wanted to do something nice for you.”
“And we spoke to you the entire time, didn’t we?!” Tiger pipes up cheerily, no subtlety whatsoever as he shakes the high-end bags in his hands all over the place.
Narrowed mismatched eyes track their every uncontrolled movement.
Scotty gently guides her head to face only him. “Why don’t we go wait in the bedroom?”
“And what will we do in there?” she purrs, tone changed in an instant as she lifts a hand and runs a finger down his chest.
Colour seeps into his cheeks, and he clears his throat. It’s proof of how far I’ve come when my only reaction is an upward curl of my lips at his obvious arousal. “Whatever you want, Ezla, Love.” His voice is low and roughened even though he’s tried to even it out.
“Hmmm . . .” Lids slitting again, her gorgeously intense stare surveys the group of us, and Alby lets loose a tiny squeak and uses my body to help hide the numerous gift bags in his hands when it finds him.
“Fine,” she snaps abruptly. “But while Scotty keeps me company, you will watch him eat my pussy.” Then she seizes his arm, spins on her heel, and storms off.
Scotty’s arousal has shot through the roof, so I know the fucker’s not at all sorry when he soundlessly mouths the word back at us over his shoulder.
Well now I’m fucking jealous.
Tiger evidently feels the same as he drops his head back and wails loud enough to rival the volume of a boat horn. “But that’s torture!”
I love to torture people, Ezla informs us without inflection through the bond.
Cooper snorts. Shaking his head, he’s the first to move deeper into the living room. “Right. Let’s get to work. Maybe if we’re quick enough, we won’t have blue balls by the time we’re done.”
***
No one’s words have ever been more wrong.
We’re halfway through decorating the Bonded chambers, and I’ve pricked my finger on one of the decorations’ sharp points probably fifty fucking times by this point.
It’s an impossible task to expect us to work when Scotty’s face has been buried in Havoc’s motherfucking pussy for the past thirty minutes and he’s kept his eyes wide open to give us all a premium view of that sweeter-than-sin dessert.
When Ezla’s next moan tickles my eardrums, floating freely from the door to our bedroom that’s equally as open as the bond, I lose it.
With a spew of viciously hissed curses, my hips jolt as I cum in my boxer briefs.
Glancing over at me from where he’s sticking a blood-red balloon to the wall several feet from me, Tiger snickers. “You lost, Tater Tot.”
I glower at him, the aftershocks of my orgasm trembling through me. “Fucker, there was no competition.”
“You— Oh,” he cuts himself off, appearing to stare off into space with his dreamy, lust-drunk sigh, but I know he’s watching the scene our brother’s projecting into our heads, fascinated by the way our Bonded’s pussy stretches around Scotty’s dick as he thrusts into her now.
“Fuuuck,” I groan, free hand pressing over my sensitive cock as I watch. It’s all about the way she takes him, the way her greedy little cunt sucks him in and squeezes him so tightly.
“For fuck’s sake,” I hear Cooper mutter under his breath. Then his voice raises, echoing through the chambers. “Can you please stop fucking showing us this now?! This is bloody cruel, Vengeance!”
And so why should you expect any different? she drawls in our minds.
His groan is agonised as he tips his head back.
Look at you taking him, Havoc. So fucking hot, I send on waves upon waves of unrestrained, starving desire.
Grunting, my hand moves over myself, pressing down hard against the sinthine encasing my again-hardening cock as I watch her pussy be pounded fixatedly. But when I go to move to position myself to be able to see our huge bed, Ezla barks down the bond, Stay there. I will ride you later. All of you.
In the corner of my eye, Alby unsurprisingly appears moments from collapse.
My low sound contains all the hunger in me. Yeah?
Yes. Now be a good boy and let your brother fuck another orgasm out of me.
Cooper lets out a low curse while a squeak that’s almost a shriek flies from Alby. Tiger simply keeps staring off into paradise, mouth hanging open. And with a deep, ragged groan from me, I drag myself painfully back into position by the wall.
Anything for you, my Havoc.
***
Chest puffed up with pride, I stand in a row with Cooper, Alby, and Tiger as Scotty leads a thoroughly sated Havoc towards the lounge.
His hands are over her eyes, and it’s a testament to how good of a job he’s done that she’s allowing him to walk her to us like this at all.
“Just a little further,” he murmurs, a smile pulling at his lips as his eyes roam around the room.
“I am aware of the exact number of average-sized steps it takes to reach the living room from our Bonded bedroom, thank you very much,” Ezla informs him tonelessly.
He laughs under his breath while my own mouth splits into a wide grin. “Of course you do.” There’s nothing but love and fondness in his tone.
Tiger cups his hands around his mouth as if our Bonded’s not right there to cheer, “You’re so intelligent, Deadly Nightshade! I love you!”
Still smiling, Scotty shakes his head softly from side to side as he comes to a stop with Havoc at the end of the hallway. “Right. Are you ready, Love?”
She hums as if considering. “I am not sure. With you inside of me, I have not been able to focus on the thoughts of my Bonds in this room to know exactly what to expect.”
“Yay! So we’re really gonna surprise you!” Tiger bounces from foot to foot as if he can’t keep all his excitement in. “You’ll love it, DN, I promise!”
“Want us to count down?” Cooper asks.
“I do not,” she replies bluntly.
His lips tick upwards. “Alright then. Scotty,” he prompts.
Without further ado, Scotty moves his hands away.
Havoc blinks.
When her eyes start to move around the room as she stands frozen in place, I follow her gaze, taking everything in.
Behind me, I think we might have gone overboard with the balloons, but whatever—my baby deserves the most of everything.
The red decorations cover almost the entire wall, and her head tilts a fraction as she takes in the smiley face and the .
. . interesting drawn-on stick people that I’m just now noticing myself above the boldly written ‘19’ on one of them.
I squint at the image. “That supposed to be us?” I grunt.
“Yeah!” Tiger says happily. “You like it? Don’t we look so cute as stick figures?”
A flurry of warmth finds me in the bond before I can answer, and my head snaps back to Havoc in an instant to see her fighting a smile.
I expect her to speak, but she seems lost for words in one of those rare occasions as her eyes linger on that drawing before continuing on their tour around the room.
She mutely takes in the ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY!’ banners, the background done in a deep ruby colour with the letters in silver like everything else, because we all know that, despite everything, red’s still Havoc’s favourite colour.
Then she absorbs the confetti all over the place, which an extremely enthusiastic Tiger had the time of his life throwing in every direction possible as he spun around the room ten minutes ago, evidently believing he was a professional dancer again.
Havoc’s eyes sparkle as she sees each little piece is shaped like a dagger.
The longer I look around the lounge with her, gaze flicking between her and each decoration she stops on, the more sure I am that this was overkill, but again, Havoc deserves everything.
Besides, this is making up for a lifetime without a single birthday celebration, so that’s even more reason for her to have it all.
After taking her time with the red fairy lights twinkling on the left wall—which I now narrow my eyes at before shooting a deadly glare at Cooper because he promised they weren’t fucking wonky—Ezla’s eyes finally come to the floor at our feet.
Then the couches. The low onyx coffee table. The stacks by the walls.
Cooper rubs at the back of his neck, cheeks almost as red as the rest of the room. “Ah . . . there’s more presents on the dining table too,” he mutters.
Tiger beams.
Scotty frowns slightly like he doesn’t remember buying this many things.
Alby shifts awkwardly.
I rumble, “Happy birthday, Havoc.”
Her lips part.
We give her time, but when no words come out, Scotty places a gentle hand on her back. “Love? Are you okay?” he asks softly, clearly trying to fight back any nervousness, but the vulnerability still trickles into his next question. “Is it too much?”
“It is not. It is . . . it is . . .” She swallows thickly. “Apologies. I do not know how to react to this.”
Scotty relaxes a fraction. “That’s okay. Do you—”
“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, dear Ezla/Wifey/DN/Deadly Nightshade/Ez/Ezzyyyy! Happy birthday to you!”
We all stare.