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COOPER
My head whips to the side from the force of Ezla’s slap.
In the next second, her mouth is on mine.
I hardly have the time to think, What the fuck is going on?
before I get lost in the kiss, grunting and hardening at once as HC pins me up against the taalk wall of the maze.
A maze we need to get to the middle of in an hour or face the consequence of execution.
And yet I’d stay in here forever if it meant I could just keep devouring my woman’s mouth.
But evidently, she has different plans, and I’m getting whiplash with the way she’s now scowling at me like I’ve shit in her cereal as she abruptly tears her swollen mouth away from mine . . . Not that she eats anything but unidentifiable fancy-ass shit for every meal.
Panting just from the few short seconds connected to her, I lick my wet lips to savour her taste.
I feel like I was mad at her just a second ago when I found her, but the immediate slap and following mind-stunning kiss has thrown me completely out of whack, and I can hardly remember what planet I’m on at the moment.
Not until she hisses, “I hate you. I have so many punishments to deliver to you already, and yet you keep adding to them. First, you have the audacity to lecture me, and then you ignore when your life is in danger!”
“I did neither of those things,” I defend, spitting mad in an instant—not that my throbbing dick gets the bloody memo. “I only want you safe. You fucking—”
“Ezzy!”
A thick shock of blond waves crashes into the frame, nearly taking me out as the owner of that hair wraps his limbs around Vengeance like a fucking panda.
Somehow, she doesn’t immediately topple under Tiger’s weight, and I quickly grab her waist from behind to stabilise her while Tate marches over with a gruff, “Havoc. I missed you so fucking much.” Tiger whines as Tate plucks him from Ezla like he’s a kitten rather than a well-muscled man before he takes his place and crushes our Bonded to him.
“You found us quickly,” Vengeance observes as she pushes a reluctant Tate back.
“Fuck yeah, we di—”
“Oh, shit.”
The low curse has all our heads whipping to the end of the hall.
Player 84 stands frozen in place, none of his usual confidence to be seen as he stares at the four of us in open-mouthed horror. Ashen-faced, Aider’s buddy doesn’t move a muscle, because he knows . . . he fucking knows he’s absolutely fucked.
“He is mine,” Ezla hisses, possibly the most intimidatingly malicious promise I’ve heard to date, Avri daggers already manifested, one pointing menacingly at one of our biggest enemies with her arm extended.
Except me, Tate, and Tiger have just made the exact same declaration in perfect unison, our own weapons at the ready, and our Bonded shoots all three of us death glares.
“Together,” I say firmly.
She doesn’t have time to ponder as Player 84 spins on his heel, attempting to make a run for it. “Together,” she spits, not giving us a chance to react to her agreement before she takes off in a sprint.