63
TATE
I haven’t felt like this in . . . ever. I have been obsessed with Havoc, in love with Havoc. But I have never experienced the absolute exhilaration that comes with finally having her in my arms.
I thought I was in love with her before, and I do believe I was—I know I was. But it’s so much deeper now, so vivid it’s almost tangible.
How much deeper will I fall when we finally discover all of her?
It’s something unspoken that I know my girl is aware of too: things will be cleared up tomorrow.
We’ll discover everything kept buried within her and devise a plan to destroy all the demons unearthed for good.
But for now, I’m in a living dream. Except it’s so, so much better than anything my head has ever conjured up.
Scotty lifts her, and I watch fixatedly as a rush of cum leaks down her thighs.
Jealousy pummels me, and yet it’s undeniably fucking hot, that sight. And, for the first time, I don’t even consider killing any of the other men in the room.
I should get a damn gold medal.
Not that anything is enough of a reward other than my Havoc.
I’m fucking rock solid again because my girl swallowed my cum, my fucking seed. She’s consumed me now in the most primal way, claimed me even more surely than she already had. And yet I ignore my insatiable appetite for once, because I’m starving for another thing just as much.
I want to hold her, cuddle her.
I watch with a laser focus as her satiated body is shifted onto her back by Scotty, by one of the brothers I never cared to have.
But that’s what he and the other three are, I realise with certainty now.
Because if they weren’t, I know I’d never allow them to even look at Ezla, let alone touch her.
I would’ve brutally ended them weeks ago, in fact.
Stretching out like a cat, Havoc’s muscles ripple, her sweat-damp skin glinting in the low white Avri lighting on the wall above the padded headboard. Sweet little curls have formed on her moistened hairline, and my insides melt.
Mine, mine, mine, mine . . .
Ours, ours, ours, ours . . .
It’s quiet in here now. Peaceful. And even Tiger doesn’t break that, only rushing butt-ass naked through the open doorway connecting the bedroom to the bathroom, I’m guessing to grab supplies to clean our Bonded up.
Until he comes back and gasps loudly, freezing in place.
All eyes are drawn to him and his excessive pile of black cloths.
“What’s wrong?” Scotty asks with a frown, tensing as if prepared to slay a dragon for his brother if one escapes anyone’s TV and crashes through the windowless walls around us .
. . not that a dragon could break taalk if one were real.
I don’t think so, anyway, but we’re not exactly privy to information that would allow us to understand how to destroy ninety-nine percent of Techta, and I don’t care to know anyhow.
“Nothing!” Tiger whisper-shouts. It’s then that I realise his plate-sized blue eyes are stuck on my back.
A slow smirk inches up the corner of my mouth.
“What the hell is so interesti— What the fuck?!” Cooper exclaims as he gets a good look too.
“Turn around, my beast. I have not seen it properly, although I have caught glimpses in your thoughts.”
Obeying, I give Havoc my back, unable to keep from flexing the muscles there as I feel her scorching gaze searing into me. And also . . . My beast. Her. Fucking. Beast.
My dick twitches, and a drop of pre-cum rolls down the head. My heart aches and writhes for her.
“You have a tattoo of her on your back?” Scotty says incredulously as he too gets an eyeful.
Looking over my shoulder, I bore my eyes into Ezla, tongue dragging along my upper teeth. “Yeah.”
Like the ‘EXOT’ on my baby’s Avri suit, the lettering runs vertically, and Scotty, whether purposely or not, projects the image into her mind, and therefore ours since the bond is still open.
So I get a front-row seat to the masterpiece I had permanently etched into my skin the moment I realised I was in love with my girl three years ago, a rapturous shiver running down my spine as it always does when I take in the tattoo:
H
A
V
O
C
The letters run down my spine and are two and a half inches wide.
“How the actual fuck did we not know that was there when you’ve been half-naked or less a handful of times in front us?” Cooper’s brows dip so deeply they almost touch.
“Maybe because we’re only ever looking at Ezla?” Scotty drawls.
“Well, yeah . . . but how come you didn’t boast about it?” Cooper asks, eyeing me like I’m some foreign specimen.
“It was meant to be a surprise for Havoc.” I wink at my girl, and she blinks like she doesn’t know what to do with me now that she’s no longer impaled on my cock or with another part of me stuffed inside of her.
“Obviously, that didn’t completely work out ‘cause I’m always thinking about you on my skin. ”
She hums, but her eyes hold undeniable satisfaction, and I puff up.
Knew my baby would love it.
“I want one!” Tiger wails as he rushes over and dumps the pile of small towels on the bed. Each of us men immediately snatch one up.
“You’ve got more than enough credits—I’m not stopping you,” Scotty says with some amusement as he parts Havoc’s thighs and gently starts to wipe her flawlessly abused pussy clean. Her eyes slit with that stunning look that tells everyone she’s a tigress on the prowl, ready to strike at any moment.
Dick twitching violently, I move over to her with my own damp towel, and I aim for her face. The face that begins to close off when I dab at the golden shimmer around her blackish-crimson scar.
“So gorgeous,” I rumble, and all her attention is on me now, even as my brothers get to work on their own chosen parts of her body.
The muscles that had started to stiffen relax again as Ezla hears, feels, and sees my truth: she is the most devastating sight I have ever seen. “I can see you really think that.”
“He knows that, Ezzy!” Tiger pipes up, and I nod firmly.
“Hm.”
I grin. She’s so damn captivating all the time.
I carefully swipe around the scar, my pinkie tracing the luminous line in fascination. Yet with that also rises a familiar fury. It happens every time I think about how she got it.
I have to crush it underfoot so I don’t say something on a Cooper level of stupid.
The Avri is hardened but flexible and smooth like my Bonded’s skin, and her jaw clenches the longer I trace the energy.
Even I have the foresight to know it’s not a good idea to keep touching her there, so I move on to her right eye with the damp towel, adopting a tenderness I didn’t know I was capable of before her.
But when I’m with Havoc, it happens sometimes, that softer side of me coming out only for her, and I just want to tuck her into me and feel her heart beating against mine.
Mostly, my obsessive love urges me to kill anyone I view as a threat to my relationship with her, constantly demanding I claim her in any and every way possible.
But it’s not hard to be like this with her either; I love it just as much, even if this part of me isn’t as loud as the other.
My lips part in wonder as Ezla’s lashes flutter closed for me, and she relaxes more and more as I meticulously work at removing the makeup there.
Tossing the cloth over my shoulder when it gets too dirty—which, with its colour, I can only really tell it is because the onyx painted around her eyes has stopped coming off and started smudging—I absently hope it lands in the laundry basket that Scotty’s no doubt the culprit of moving in here.
He’s been taking care of all the cleaning happening in our Bonded chambers, unsurprisingly, and I’m not about to complain.
He’ll probably take the basket to the laundry room we have beside the kitchen later.
Havoc makes a soft sound, limbs loosening while we continue pampering her like she deserves. Leaning in closer, I’m utterly enraptured as she . . . as she starts to drift off, falling asleep with all of us right here.
The room is plunged into a silence so piercing it makes my ears ring.
Until it’s broken the same way it always is.
“Oh . . . my . . . god!” Tiger breathes. I think he’s about to burst into a cloud of shimmer and sparkle. “Oh my god!” he hisses next, his words aimed at me and the other guys this time, eyes bugging out of his head to emphasise his point as he waves a hand around madly.
Is he even trying to gesture at my Havoc? She’s not on the other side of the room, yet his indicating would suggest otherwise.
“Is she . . . She’s asleep?” Alby’s hazel eyes are as wide as Tiger’s, his voice so low I can hardly make it out. But I’ve learned to strain my ears when he speaks since he’s always been extremely quiet, so I’m used to it by now.
“Yeah, she is,” Scotty murmurs back with a small, affectionate smile aimed at my— our girl. I still need to remind myself of that every once in a while. My tendencies won’t just disappear in a snap of anyone’s fingers.
“That’s . . .” Cooper clears his throat, not taking his gaze off the slumbering goddess either. “That’s really, really good . . .” His voice fades at the end, features lacking their default grouchiness.
“Good?! Coops, this is amazing!” Tiger is trying desperately to keep his voice down.
Which is great, because I don’t want to have to crush his windpipe if he wakes our Bonded up after I’ve just accepted him as my brother.
“Oh my gaaaaaawwwd!” Did he just whisper-sing opera?
“This is— I can’t even— The trust! The trust to be able to do this!
She loves us!” he declares proudly, then sniffles as if overwhelmed by all the emotions rushing through him.
“Agreed. She certainly loved my—”
“Cock.”
Pursing my lips, I squint threateningly between Cooper and Scotty. “Stop doing that.” But I keep my voice quiet so as to not wake our girl, so it loses some of its effect.
Those two and Tiger have recently started doing this annoying fucking thing where they finish my sentences before I can say “cock” myself.