8
EZLA
Throbbing veins pulse against my walls as Tate’s thick girth fills me to the brim with each of his deep thrusts, and I moan freely, unrepentantly, as he speaks filth into my ear: “Feel how well we fit together, Havoc. Do you feel it? You feel how greedy your cunt is, how you try to suck me back in every time I pull out?” Ramming into me so hard I am shoved an inch up the table, he answers his own questions, voice ragged, “Yeah . . . fuck yeah, you do. You love it. You’re dripping for me, making a mess all over my cock. ”
Messy kisses from my wild one are now being planted all up my arm, and I am truly adoring the lack of finesse he continues to maintain, his eyes closed like my skin is the paradise he has been waiting for all his life, long blond lashes fluttering against his cheeks.
My pussy spasms around the length splitting me apart, and Tate groans loudly, causing my body to react with goosebumps.
Oh, that feels delectable.
My lids slide closed to absorb all the worship I am rightfully being given. Worship that I clearly need at least once a day now that I have experienced it, because that three-day break seemed to be leaving me with internal ailments.
“Shit,” I hiss as my beast’s next untamed thrust throws me another inch up the table, and a familiar high-pitched timid sound meets my ears as two shaking hands find my head so it does not hang over the edge, encouraging me to open my eyes back up.
Something in me thaws a fraction while my chest skips gleefully as I find the image of Alby’s upside-down face and that ever-large green-gold-brown stare of his directly above me. “E-Ez . . .” he whispers unsteadily.
Keeping my gaze on his, I purr into his mind, So pretty.
He blinks rapidly as if startled.
Then he smiles that shy smile of his, but it is not as thrilling when the tremor to his lips is filled with doubt and insecurity.
Anger flares up, piping hot within me.
It was all lies. Nothing I have said to you over the past few days was true.
You are a perfect Bonded. I will only be unhappy if you do not obey me and throw your insecurities from your mind.
They are unfounded, and I will spank the life from you if you do not give me the lips I wish to have on mine at this very moment.
I can feel he is about to obey without question after that, parts of him calming, self-consciousness diminishing for the moment as he solely focuses on me and what I need of him.
Yet that does not stop me from reaching my free arm up, my fingers twisting in Alby’s ebony strands and dragging him down to me for an upside-down kiss.
Tate’s piercings rub wonderfully inside me, and I relish in the near-painful stretch, his continuous stream of dirty words, rough noises, and his strong grasp on me digging into my thighs as my tongue strokes along my shy boy’s and he struggles to copy my movements.
In the background, Tiger moans softly, running his tongue over my wrist, and Alby’s little whimpers are setting me aflame.
Lowering his body, Tate lets his weight settle on me.
Every inch of him pressing to me, the sculpted muscles of his torso move against me in a way that has my veins thrumming, my belly coiling with that new yet now-recognisable sensation that I love so much.
“Fuck, Havoc. Fuck,” he groans as I clench around him, the layers of sweat on our skin allowing his body to keep sliding against mine gloriously as he picks up his pace, hammering into me.
“Yeah . . . fucking love it when your pussy strangles my dick.”
One of his large hands moves to my breast, and he pinches my nipple between two thick fingertips, his mouth claiming the other before his fingers glide down my body to stop just above where we are joined.
Finding my clit, his thumb presses down on the swollen nub and begins to rub rapid circles to match the rest of his frenzied movements, earning a moan from me that Alby clumsily swallows up before he pulls away, gasping for breath in short little pants.
My body grows hotter and hotter, the pleasure winding tighter and tighter, as Tate thrusts harder and harder, his hips snapping forwards in sloppier motions as the sensations begin to overwhelm him too, rhythm upping as he chases our release.
Yes, I push down the bond, mouth letting out too many hoarse moans to speak through.
Give me what I deserve. Make me come. Let me claim you again.
Tate inhales sharply, hips stuttering. Rivers of ecstasy and possessiveness flood the bond in response to my words, and he pants roughly, “Fuck yeah . . . claim me. I’m all yours, Havoc. Drench my cock in you.”
And I do then, back bowing off the table, my pleasured cry ringing in my ears as I am tipped over the edge with the next pump of his hips.
“Yes, baby, yes,” Tate rasps, the vibrations of his rumbling chest seeping into me.
His hips stall and jerk in erratic movements as my orgasm pulls his own from him, and a roar not unlike an animal’s tears from his throat as his cock jumps and spurts inside me.
He buries himself to the hilt as he fills me up with him, heat flooding my insides.
“Mine,” he grunts, his limbs spasming to match mine.
Two intakes of breath sound out as my right hand clenches punishingly in Alby’s hair, my left moving to attach my nails to Tiger’s corded arm over his Avri suit as the pleasure racks through me.
I would like to feel their skin, but I am floating too blissfully, shocks sparking every inch of me, and I am unable to bark any orders out.
Tate’s storm-grey eyes hold heaps of love and rapture and unwavering desire as we tremble together, and I feel as much as I see the maniacal obsession worked into each one of those feelings.
Then I hear it in his darkened words: “Keep me inside of you.” His hips roll against me, his cock twitching and swelling back to life, though he does not regain a rhythm.
“Need my cum to stay inside you, Havoc. Let me stay.”
Struggling to gain control over my breathing again, I tell him, “I would not deliberately remove you. Not anymore.”
His already-blown-out pupils swallow the surrounding irises whole. “Yeah?”
Momentarily flicking my gaze to the side when a buttery-soft texture rubs over my skin in a way that threatens to make me shiver, I note Tiger nuzzling his head into my arm like he is attempting to soak me up again after our short yet wildly too-long time apart.
It provokes an odd humming in my chest that is not at all unpleasant before I return my focus to the huge man on top of me. “Yes, my beast.”
Teeth sinking into his lower lip, his pelvis gives an involuntarily forward thrust. “Fuck yeah, I’m your beast, Havoc.”
He groans, and I can feel him gearing up to go all over again as my walls tighten around him in response.
But as much as I would love to continue this .
. . “I must go soon.” The atmosphere changes in an instant, all the passionate heat overtaken by an uncomfortable chill, but I continue without inflection, “It is essential I tell you all exactly what happened that morning.”
I attempt to get up, but Tate’s growl has me pausing for a beat.
“No. You’re not leaving. I’ll fucking chain you to me, Havoc.
You’re not going anywhere.” Keeping his hips flush against mine, he captures my arms, trapping them to the sides of the body he holds completely captive, as though he believes I am about to spring up and leave right away, never to return.
“Let her up, Tate. I get how you’re feeling, but Ezla’s right: we need to talk.”
A deep and dangerous sound works through him while I shift my attention to my sensible one.
Except he is not being so sensible recently.
Scotty looks like shit, and my hold tightens painfully on Tiger and Alby as I take in his marred features.
I am quite pissed with Tate for that, though I cannot truly fault him when it made the display for my father a few days ago so much more believable.
It would be too suspicious for them all to fall for Father’s lies so easily, so dissent among my men worked well to sell what we were trying to.
As a bonus, he would simply love to see the disaster, the mess made of my Bonded group, which will do well to satisfy his sadistic tendencies.
Because if my men are already destroying each other, why would he have to?
Scotty, on the other hand, has well and truly angered me.
He is not taking care of himself.
For someone who loves to give all of himself to others, he certainly does not apply the same treatment to himself.
Worse, he is now actively choosing not to.
Usually, he seems to forget that he is also a human being, that he needs rest and to be cared for just the same as the others.
But since that morning, he is refusing to cater to his basic needs.
I am not oblivious to the fact that he made no move to join us—unlike Cooper, who seemed to decide he would keep Scotty company during the just-passed intimacy. I can feel he wanted to, still wants to right now, and yet he will not allow himself.
But what has made me most furious of all is that he tried to block me out.
He failed, of course—none of my men quite know how the bond works, even now—but how dare he?
I am not someone to be denied access to what I desire.
And I . . . I desire every part of the men who bonded me.
Even if it does not feel good, not at all, to keep experiencing Scotty’s anguish through the bond. He is overflowing with guilt.
He is punishing himself.
Scotty believes this is all on him. He believes he failed our entire Bonded group, but most of all, he believes he failed me.
It is not unfamiliar, these feelings; I felt them in smaller bursts after that time I was sick in our private training room before my men knew about my father’s connection to my scar. He blames himself for what happened that day, too. For not figuring things out sooner.
But it has never been this bad before.
He will not even let himself touch me, because he now believes he needs to earn the privilege. He thinks he has to prove to me, himself, and the rest of my Bonds that he can look after me well enough, that he can keep me perfectly safe at all times.
In other words, Scotty is being an idiot.
It is already on my agenda to punish him and my grumpy one for their treatment of me, even if it was necessary, but that may have to wait a bit. Still, I will show him what it means to be mine. It is no matter that I am only learning what it means for them at the same time they are.