57
TATE
The moment we’re in the limo and the door closes behind me, I launch myself at Havoc.
Caught off guard for once, she falls right into a startled Alby’s lap, and he scrambles to keep her steady, hands flying to her hips.
His huge hazel eyes are a war of panic and arousal, and a choked noise leaves his gaping mouth.
By the way he shifts against her ass, I know he’s hard as a rock, and I’m so desperate I don’t even care that my girl’s pinned between the two of us, not even as he can’t seem to help himself from grinding up into her—before he pauses when he realises what he’s done.
“Hold her,” I growl, and his fingers tighten without question.
I waste no time in yanking my Bonded’s dress up so it’s bunched at her hips, and the living beetroot behind her clenches the satin in his palms instinctively in a flash.
Cooper and Scotty have planted themselves on the padded leather bench either side of them, and they each grasp a milky-olive thigh, spreading her open for me while she snarls and scowls but doesn’t fight back, finally wanting me as desperately as I want her.
Hmmm . . . that is very helpful, having them here to keep her in place, definitely more efficient in enabling me to please my girl. And that’s exactly why I haven’t ripped all their hearts out yet: because they help ensure Havoc is happy and satisfied.
Vaguely, I note a few deep moans sounding out in the limo—and Tiger’s blond head trying to get a better peek between Havoc’s legs as he lowers to his knees beside me at the same time I drop down. But all my focus narrows down to my Bonded as I take in her exposed glistening, puffy pussy.
Groaning, my hands grip onto her just under her knees, and I lean in to get a stronger whiff of that sweetness. “Look at her,” I rumble. “So fucking perfect for me. For us.”
Then I shove my tongue right up her cunt.
Crying out, my baby’s nails sink into my scalp as she grabs onto my head in an unyielding hold, pressing my face into her even tighter.
As if I’d want to move even a fraction of a millimetre away.
I obey her wordless command, licking her up with no technique whatsoever, just fucking eating her, wanting to consume her completely.
I’d ask Scotty for help if I thought she wasn’t enjoying it, but her delicious arousal coating my tongue tells me otherwise—I must be doing something right.
“More,” she hisses, so I tongue her clit instead while I slam two thick fingers straight into that tight little hole, curling them as I search for her sweet spot. “There, Tate. More.”
With a ravenous hunger, I don’t hesitate to do as she says yet again, pumping my fingers in and out of her, thrusting my hips forwards in the same rhythm, desperate to feel her on my cock.
How much longer can I wait for her before I break and simply take?
Abruptly, my head is yanked up by my hair, and I gaze at my girl with half-lidded eyes as I greedily lick up her juices from my lips.
Havoc stares down at me, scrutinising, debating.
Heart pounding in my ears, I wait for whatever my goddess has to say. The other men do, too, their breaths held in anticipation.
My hands clench around her smooth legs.
“Give me your cock. Now.”
I inhale sharply along with the rest of her Bonds.
No matter how much her mouth lies, her body has never been able to. But now that beautiful mind and wicked tongue of hers are both on board with the rest of her at last.
“Y-you’re . . . you’re going to let him?
You’re going to let him have you?” Alby scrunches the golden ripples in his fists tighter as if afraid Havoc’s about to change her mind and bolt out of the moving limo.
She’s definitely not unlikely to do that.
“C-can . . . canIhaveyoutoo?” he rushes out, words all squished together. But we all heard him.
A beat.
“If you wish, Puppet.”
He whimpers and rocks his hips into her ass again. Lucky fucker has the best spot right now.
“Oh! And me! Do me! I want to be your whore!” Strands of Tiger’s hair attempt to shove themselves down my damn throat with how close he is when he sticks his head in front of me, as if Ezla couldn’t see him perfectly well before.
Or maybe he just knows I’m her favourite and had to block me out to get even an ounce of her attention.
I internally sigh. Oh, how I wish that were the case.
But then, do I . . . ? I might turn into an envious, raging wild animal occasionally, but sometimes, I do think of these guys like brothers.
Shoving Tiger’s head out of the way, I quickly latch my hand back onto our girl’s toned leg as she says, “Yes. You all may. I am . . . I want . . .” She frowns, in a rare moment not quite knowing how to put her thoughts into words, maybe not knowing how she feels .
. . or maybe knowing perfectly well and not wanting to admit it.
So I do it for her.
“You want us desperately. You want all our cocks inside your greedy little cunt. You want to accept our love and let us fuck it into you alongside our cum.”
She blinks. Then— “Hm.”
That’s as good as a confession for my Havoc, and my heart soars. My cock is leaking pre-cum so heavily, I know there’s probably a stain on the front of my trousers, but I can’t move any of my focus from my Bonded to check.
I don’t waste another second.
Unbuckling my belt, the clacking of metal is the only sound other than everyone’s heavy breathing.
When the button’s undone, I yank my zipper down before shrugging my trousers and boxer briefs down too in one go, my hard cock springing free and slapping my stomach.
Wrapping my hand around myself, I rise to my feet, not bothering to push my trousers past my ass as I stroke myself a few times with a strong grip, more liquid beading at the tip as I advance on Havoc, biting my lip like how I’m about to bite hers.
“Oh my god, Tater Tot!” Tiger very fucking rudely delays me, both shock and intrigue colouring his tone, though he tries to maintain a scandalised front. “Is your dick pierced?!”
My lips curve upwards into a slow grin as I keep my hungry eyes on Ezla. “Yeah—heard it would make my Havoc’s pussy weep for me.”
Ignoring the stunned silence from Tiger, I move closer to my Bonded.
Evots and Exots receive contraceptive implants that last for a lifetime the moment we’re sorted into our social classifications after first school—since The Council can’t have any pregnant Players and lose them to becoming a parent—and they can only be removed after an individual ages out of eligibility for the Games.
It’s also very rare that an individual isn’t clean these days with such extreme science and technology developments, and so I know we’re safe in both aspects.
Not that I’d be stopped if we weren’t. Nothing will prevent me from taking what’s mine.
I eagerly lean over my girl, every part of me vibrating with my excitement and anticipation and the aching, starving hunger within me.
Alby shifts his legs out the way, consequently causing Havoc’s to spread wider, too, with hers on top of his, Scotty and Cooper tightening their holds on either thigh to keep her there, and I prop a knee on the bench between those long limbs, pressing my palm to the back of the seat beside Alby’s head for support.
Lips parting in awe and rapture, I guide myself to her entrance with my other hand, slowly trailing the tip through her soaked folds.
When I’m notched in place, I grip her knee again, and my breath catches at the feel of her against me.
For a moment, the world comes to a standstill, everything holding its breath, waiting for this moment to happen, marvelling in the surreality of it, just like all the men in this car: the woman I’ve been obsessed with for five years, the love of my life, finally here with me, letting me have her.
My heart pounds hard, blood rushing through my ears, entire body buzzing and burning.
And then I slam my hips forwards.
“Fuck, Tate,” Havoc hisses as I split her in two, and I moan unrepentantly as her slick walls wrap around me, her hands latching onto my shoulders for stability.
My body trembles violently, and my dick pulses inside her, attempting to paint her insides already, but I determinedly hold off.
There’s no way I’m cumming before her, and there’s absolutely no fucking way I’m letting this last such a short amount of time when I’m finally where I’ve always wanted to be, always meant to be.
The first time I saw The Bonding Games Champion, I knew she was my other half.
She was as brutal and unfeeling as me—more so, in fact.
Especially when, suddenly, I did care about something.
Suddenly, I knew I’d found the only person I could love, who could make me feel all kinds of things I’d never felt before; I knew I’d found the only person who would be able to love me in return, who would look at me and realise, at some point or another, what I’ve known from the start:
She was made for me, and I was made for her.
And things didn’t go exactly as planned, but the other men here don’t take away how utterly divine this moment is.
“Havoc,” I groan raggedly, brokenly, pelvis flush against hers as I grind myself deeper, as deep as I can go. I want to be buried inside her forever, to imprint myself on her soul.
Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine . . . Love you, love you, love you, love you . . .
Fingers flexing on her leg, I pull back almost to the tip before slamming back home, moaning again at the euphoric sensations rushing from the head of my cock and all the way to the roots of my hair.
With her delicious moan in response, I set a rough, fast pace, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the limo as I drill into her, eyes rolling back in my head, veins on fire.
“Fucking Christ . . .” I dimly hear Cooper’s hiss in the background, but I don’t spare a thought for him as I soak in all that is my Havoc, fucking into her with abandon.