59 #2
I’m unable to look away as she moves so sensually before me, and I know no one else can either, every one of her Bonds watching her take charge as she does in everything, fixated on the way her lithe body curves as her head dips to flick her tongue over the slit in my tip, tasting me.
“Ezzy! Fuuuuck . . .” I moan without shame, thighs tensing, and I fight with myself not to wrap my legs around her like a koala.
“Good boy. Moan for me.”
And I do, almost screaming as her lips wrap around the head of my cock. She sucks hard before swirling her tongue around it like she’s savouring her favourite lollipop.
My dick better be her favourite lollipop.
Who am I kidding? Of course it is. I’m the Tiger!
I mumble nonsense, telling her I’m her good boy, her whore, her slut, hips jerking uncontrollably as she takes more of me into her mouth, and she presses a firm hand down on my lower stomach to stay me.
“So, so good . . . Oh, fuck . . . yes . . . that feels— Mhmmmm . . .” Her hand twists at the base of me as she takes me in as far as she can, and I almost cum when I hit the back of her throat for the first time, choking on nothing but the heavy air.
“Oh . . .” I gasp. This feels nothing like it did with my hand; it’s so hot and wet, and the suction is heavenly.
I’m an inferno as she works me, and my pulse races at top speed, entire body quivering. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don—”
She stops.
“No, Ezzy!” I wail in despair as the head of my cock bobs in the air.
More arousal beads on the tip, glistening in the low lighting, and I shudder as she blows on it.
“Please, Ez . . . gimme your mouth back,” I whine, punching my hips up to try and get myself back inside that heat, and she slaps my length in response, drawing a gasp from me.
Oh . . . I quite liked that.
Lips parted, I go to try again—
“I will not let you come if you do not behave, Tiger. Be good for me, and you will be rewarded.”
Horror floods me. “No! I’m a good slut! I’m so, so good, Wifey! Please, do whatever you want—”
I moan loudly as her tongue finds me again, abs tightening.
Then she wraps those velvety lips back around me, and I blabber nonsensically once more, the ropes pressing into my wrists as I writhe about.
One warm hand squeezes the base of my cock that she can’t fit in her mouth, while the other moves to my tense stomach to draw those claws of hers over my skin, dragging more unabashed sounds of pleasure from me as I take in the stinging marks left behind in delight.
“Yes . . . mark me up, DN . . . Deadly Nightshade . . .” I plead through my panting.
Heat builds at the base of my spine as I suck in multiple ragged breaths of hot cinnamon, licking my lips to eat that deliciousness up along with the sweat above my upper lip.
“I—I’m gonna . . . cum, Ezzy . . . Gonna cum for you .
. .” I moan shakily, every inch of me tensing in preparation, and she speeds up, mismatched eyes locking onto mine, the inky-crimson energy of her deadly scar illuminating my skin.
Her tongue applies pressure to the underside of my dick, making my vision blur. And when her other hand fondles my balls, I lose it without another warning.
Hips bucking wildly, heat and pleasure sweep everything but my love for my Bonded away.
“Ez!” I convulse, cock pulsing with every stream of cum as she milks me dry, and I feel her throat working around me as she swallows me down, pulling more sounds of rapture from me along with a colourful reel of curses as my orgasm goes on and on and on.
Finally, when I’m trembling with aftershocks, Ezzy pulls away, licking her lips like I’m the best meal she’s ever had, and my chest inflates with pride.
Internally preening, my mouth slips into a lazy grin.
“Was I good?” I slur, drunk off her touches.
“Did I taste better than your favourite ice cream?”
“I do not have a favourite ice cream.”
“Well, you do now.” I wink with both eyes to double the effect . . . before realising that’s just a blink. How on earth do I do an extra wink, then?
I do two in a row.
“Why is his eye twitching like that?” Cooper mutters from somewhere.
I hear Scotty’s voice in response. “I think he’s trying to wink.”
Ezzy rolls her lips in like she’s trying not to laugh, and my eyes crinkle at the corners, pupils close to disappearing between my eyelids from how wide I smile at being able to get her to this point. It’s a dream come true, and I can feel the same emotions within me emanating from the other guys.
But suddenly, Ez pulls back.
My heart falters at the look on her face.
“What’s wrong?” I rush out in alarm, darting upright— But I don’t get far with my wrists still bound.
I need to reach her, to hold her—
She senses all this, either with or without the bond, and moves up my body to untie the ropes.
The moment I’m free, I shoot into a sitting position, leaving her comfortably sat in my lap, straddling me. I wrap my arms around her, banding them across her back securely, her hands almost hesitantly finding my broad shoulders in return. “Did I do something wr—”
“Stop,” she interrupts harshly, and I freeze.
Then her eyes close as she lets an unheard of look of vulnerability cross her features.
The rustling of sheets alerts me to my brothers closing in, and I catch Alby’s worried gaze as he shuffles over on her left.
“I . . . I am . . . I do not want to . . . taint you,” she grits out, eyes opening.
But she avoids my gaze, and my heart sinks, bleeding for her as if she’d stabbed it with one of her favoured Avri daggers.
“Taint me? You wouldn’t—”
“I am not good. I am vicious and cruel and merciless. You are none of those things. You are innocent and kind and—”
“Yours,” I finish for her quickly, panic building within me. “Don’t change your mind now,” I beg urgently, eyes widening in alarm, arms crushing her to me as though if she moves away even an inch, she’ll leave and never come back.
“Love . . .” Scotty murmurs, a hand coming up to smooth over Ezla’s hair from where he’s settled beside us. “Tiger isn’t going to be tainted by you. You’re not some fucking sickness—you’re stunning. All of you. If I thought you’d be bad for my brother, I wouldn’t let you near him.’’
Our Bonded’s stare turns vicious at that. “No one lets me do anything—”
“The only way you can hurt him is by rejecting him,” he continues, and Ez’s eyes darken even further at the interruption. “He can handle you—just like we all can. He’s never been as happy as he is when he’s around you.”
My head bobs up and down frantically. Before more terror crashes through me, and I rush out, “Is it— You let Scotty have you—and Tate. Am I not good enough? Do you not want me because of my AD—”
“Tiger.” Though the word is even, there’s a thousand lethal warnings in it. “Do not. Speak. Another. Word.”
My mouth snaps shut with an audible clack.
“I will spank you if I have to.”
My dick twitches beneath her.
Narrowing her eyes, she ignores that and says, “Have I ever made you feel as though I view you any differently because of your ADHD?”
“No, but—”
“I let Tate and Scotty have me because they are not as innocent as you,” she cuts me off once more.
“They feel . . . I do not think I could ruin them with who I am. They will stay who they are no matter what. You are . . . I do not want to accidentally destroy you. I find I do not like the idea as I once did. Every time I attempt to fantasise about it, the feelings I receive in return are particularly unpleasant.” Awwwwww, that is so cute!
My heart bounces around inside my chest happily.
“I no longer wish to harm you on purpose, but you are susceptible to my actions and temper. You are more . . . bendable.”
“You can bend me any way you want. I’ll be a rubber band—”
Her hand slaps over my mouth. “I want to enjoy my first time with you. I . . . I do want you. You make me feel . . .” Five sets of lungs still.
“You make me feel,” she settles on, and even though it’s not the confession of love that I’m desperate for, this is more than I could’ve believed I’d ever get, and my heart lifts back up.
“Believe it or not, I want you . . . happy.” Her nose wrinkles on the word, as if the admission is a disgrace, and she adds, “I think. I do not like . . . when you are upset. I would—”
“I understand!” I race the words out of my mouth, seeing how much she’s struggling to comprehend her own emotions, and beam up at her.
And I do now—I understand. Even though I want Ezzy with every cell in my being, even though I’m dying to be connected to her so intimately, desperate for her to take my virginity, to claim me wholly and primally .
. . I understand. And I couldn’t be happier that she wants to give me all of herself, all of her confidence, when we’re together for our first time.
It means so much more to me than if she were to not think this through and then regret it afterwards.
She needs to know she won’t ruin me before she takes me, and that might take some time.
Time I’m more than willing to give her so she’s as happy as I am when we finally come together.
I’ve waited weeks already for the girl of my dreams to consume me—I’m sure I can wait a few more.
Especially if she’s gonna give me more explosive orgasms along the way . . .