26 #4
“Fuck, Vengeance,” I hiss as I tighten my hold on her hair.
“You really can’t relinquish control for a second, can you?
” In the next moment, I groan out hoarsely as she hums around me, “Shiiiiit. That’s fucking good, HC.
” I buck my hips up, earning me a deliberate scrape of her teeth in return.
Sucking in air through my own teeth, I use my hold on her to guide her head on me as I grit out, “Nothing ever comes easy with you, does it? Not sure why the bloody hell I thought it would.” My hips shove up again involuntarily, more forceful this time, and a small sound escapes her.
“But I’m not complaining—wouldn’t be you without some fire. ”
“Careful with my Havoc.” Tate’s low voice finds me somewhere, but fuck him.
I’d never hurt her. And if I thought some part of Vengeance wasn’t actually enjoying this treatment, I’d never give it.
In fact, I can fucking feel how much she likes this through the bond, as well as the way she smiles around my dick, teeth grazing me again as if she enjoys the mild fear that comes with the flames of arousal in answer.
Honestly, you can never be too careful with anything sharp Ezla possesses being in close proximity with any body part.
Love her like hell, but she’s still The Bonding Games Champion, and despite her honest claims of not wanting us harmed, sometimes I wonder what her version of harm encompasses.
I mean, she only recently threatened to relieve us of our dicks to pleasure herself with, so who knows?
“You like that I can’t control myself around you, don’t you?
” I say raggedly as I look down at her through my hooded eyes, giving another thrust of my hips, then another.
Holding her head still, I move my concentration to my hips’ movements as I keep pumping them, each jerk becoming more unrestrained.
“You fucking love how I need you like this, how even though you’re the one on your knees, I’m the one with no control.
You love watching me come apart for you—you get off on the sight of it. ”
Vibrations travel through my sensitive skin once again from her throat, and I curse under my breath, picking up my pace, every hit of my tip against the back of her throat provoking my groin to ache and burn more and more.
“You love how I just.” Thrust. “Can’t.” Thrust. “Keep my hands off you. How I can’t stop myself from fucking your tight little throat. ”
Thighs tensing and trembling, I battle for oxygen, fucking into her mouth relentlessly now.
And she’s been pretty damn covert about her noises, but the involuntary gagging sound that meets my ears in the next second does something to me.
“Fuck yeah, you do. You wouldn’t be letting me do this otherwise. ”
Careful, Cooper, she purrs cruelly in my mind, and yet she still doesn’t pull away, just increases the suction around my cock, cheeks closing in on my shaft in the silkiest motherfucking glove.
“Fuck. Fuck,” I bite out as she drags her nails across my thigh, leaving raised red tracks that will last for days. “Fucking hell, Ezla.” Every muscle locks up tight, the sensations within me winding up to a tipping point.
I explode without another warning.
The shout I let out almost pops my fucking eardrums, and I dig my teeth into my lip hard enough to bruise as my head kicks back. Hot cum spurts from me in heavy pulses, and I swear to fuck I leave my damn body for a moment.
Throat constricting around me as my hips stutter in a complete mess, Ezla takes everything I’m giving her, and my eyes return from the trip they’d taken to the back of my skull to watch her.
As the pleasure crashes through me in overpowering waves, our eyes collide, her mismatched ones as intense and searing as ever as they bore into me, watching me in quiet satisfaction.
She adores seeing the fucking wreck she makes of me and my brothers.
My low groan as I struggle to come back down to earth is destroyed, too, and Vengeance sends a sort of caress down the bond as a reward, the gesture raising the hairs on my arms. “Shit,” I pant out.
“Holy shit, HC. Christ.” Limbs shaking like mad, I loosen my grip on her hair, and she slides off me with a wet pop.
Before she can speak with a snide remark, I take her chin in my unsteady hand.
Her eyes slit, but she doesn’t slap me away when I press the pad of my thumb down on her plush lower lip and drag it downwards.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I breathe, only slightly more oxygen making it into my starving lungs as she steals handfuls of air from it.
Eyes flashing, she sucks the digit right into her mouth.
I curse lowly as my dick spasms painfully.
“My turn,” Tate grunts—or seethes, more like—ruining the moment when I go to say more.
I almost jump out of my goddamn skin. I’d forgotten the big fucker was here.
“You can wait a few more minutes,” I huff, barely sparing him a glance as I gaze down at our Bonded, mesmerised.
“I’ve waited more than enough minutes, dickhead. My motherfucking balls are about to fall off.”
I snort quietly, not taking my eyes off Ezla as I ask, “Are you okay? I wasn’t too rough?”
Sliding her mouth off my finger, she hums. “I like you rough.” With a flick of her nail against my crown, my cock springs back to life, and I let out a tortured groan at the dull ache.
“God, please, Havoc. I’ve been so fucking good. I didn’t even make a fucking threat on his life. Please, my balls are fucking blue, I swear,” Tate begs, chains clanking as he starts to yank against them as if he’s trying to break them with brute force.
Sighing, I look over at him, taking in his thrashing figure, the pain on his face. Then I move my eyes back to Ezla. “Do you think you punished him enough, HC? I have to admit, he did do pretty well.”
Humming once more, she rises. When she turns around, my eyes can’t help but drop to that plump ass of hers, and I let out a shaky breath. Reaching out to stroke a hand over the pliable flesh, I get to my feet, squeezing her ass cheek as I stand right behind her.
There’s only the minutest shift in her body language, and I’m relieved when she doesn’t comment on my touch or tense up, only sliding me a smirk over her shoulder. Along with that relief, heaps of lust and affection sink into me.
I’m quite sure she would’ve sliced my hand clean off at the wrist if I’d done this a few weeks ago.
Letting her go so she can walk over to the massive bed in the centre of the room, the headboard pressed flush to the glossy black wall, I follow a step behind her. I’m not sure if she’ll want me for anything else here, so, as I do, I start to pull my waistband back up to tuck my cock aw—
Vengeance whips around and latches her bruising grip onto my wrist in a flash. “Do not hide what belongs to me. I am not done.”
Goosebumps texture my skin.
“Take them off.”
Tate grunts unhappily. “What about me, Havoc?”
“I will have you both.” Climbing onto the silk-covered bed, Ezla makes her way towards him, and I don’t miss the fine tremor in him.
My attention glues to HC’s swaying hips as I obey her command, dragging my underwear down my legs.
“You once said you did not think you would mind fucking me with Scotty. I see you warring with jealousy and arousal whenever I am in the hold of another one of my Bonds. Do you think you can handle this?”
“Yes,” he rumbles at once. Then adds like a fucking child, “Could have been with one of the others, though.”
My eyes roll in time with Ezla’s as I get on the bed, pausing on my knees a little bit behind where she stops beside Tate’s left thigh. “Too bad. I’m not bloody going anywhere.”
With a vague sound of agreement, Vengeance tells Tate, “He is your brother just as the other three are. I know you two find it the hardest to get along—you clash most often. Maybe this will help calm that.”
Tate never takes his zealous grey eyes from her as he says gruffly, “He’s a dickhead.”
I make a sound in the back of my throat. “So are you.”
Ezla seems amused. “You are both assholes.”
“Thanks,” I mutter, but I’m hardly mad. She’s right, after all.
Tate just gives one of his grunts, then licks his lips, forgetting all about me. Eyes blackened by scorching-hot desire, he says lowly, “Come sit on my fat cock, Havoc. Fuck yourself on my dick.”
“Patience, my beast.” Hand running along his thigh, the muscles there bunching in response, HC’s palm comes to rest over the bulge in his boxer briefs.
Hips thrusting up forcefully when she cups his cock and presses down on him, Tate moans greedily. “Fuck, that’s it. Touch me, Havoc. Touch me all over. I’m all yours.”
A feverish low chant of her name starts up as she leans in close to his abdomen, mouth opening to allow her teeth to sink into his skin.
“Yes, you are.” Tongue flicking out, Ezla traces the muscles standing out starkly against his skin, and his groan has that unhinged quality to it as he rolls his hips and ruts into her hand.
“Ahh, fuck. Let me touch you,” he demands abruptly, movements growing more and more frantic, more desperate. The chains rattle metallically again as he yanks at them. “Let me touch my fucking girl. I need you.”
Ignoring him, Ezla tongues the V shape leading into his underwear, then sinks her teeth back into him, harder this time.
“Havoc.” The grunted word is paired with another upward jerk of Tate’s hips, and I can’t help but place a palm on Ezla’s lower back, just as a little reminder that I’m here. Not that I feel left out or anything.
Ezla’s quiet laugh is an aphrodisiac I inhale greedily as she lifts her head and glances over at me. “As I have said before, I am very aware of your presence. But I do so adore your impatience for me.”
Clearing my throat, my cheeks burn.
Her evil little grin grows wider.
“So beautiful. Fuck, smile at me, Havoc.”
“So demanding. Where are your manners?”
“Please,” Tate tosses out hastily.