Page 11 of Bonded

Kat cackles wildly as she fills more of the shot glasses with tequila. Then, pulling her long curls back from her face and taking a moment to gather her drunken thoughts, she grins. “Okay boys, I have something for you to try. Can you drink it no hands?”

“No hands?” Oz frowns. “How the hell’re you going to do that?”

“Like this…”

Holding her hair in one hand, keeping it out of the way, she leans forward, and bending down with her mouth open, she places her lips around the glass. Then in one swift movement, she throws her head back, shooting the shot of tequila straight down her throat. As the fiery liquor hits her tonsils, she coughs and gags and drops the glass. She splutters the contents down her chin and roars with laughter. “Your turn, Zak!”

“All right, okay, I got this—stand back!” He attempts the same move and completing it they high-five. “C’mon Oz, you’re up next.”

Oz takes a breath and then gulps nervously. Wondering if he has the right technique, he lifts the glass, but it’s wrongly clenched in his teeth and he can’t get it back fast enough and the contents miss his mouth and spill down the front of his shirt. “Fuck!”

His actions prompt a lot of loud laughter, and the sound of their hilarity attracts Digby’s attention. He glares, watching them from where he’s sat in the corner with Alyssa. He doesn’t say a word, but she can tell his attention is distracted.

Finishing up her third glass of champagne, she stands up and positions herself between his legs. Her hand grabs at his groin, massaging him—his cock still feels soft, and it confuses her. “What… you don’t wanna play with me?” she frowns with annoyance.

“Sorry what?” He’s still distracted, his eyes focused on Kat. Each time she leans forward, the fabric of her outfit gapes open and as it hangs low, it exposes her breasts. He growls as he notices Quinn, he’s also looking at the naked soft mounds with his mouth open in appreciation and a glint of delight in his eyes. “Fuckin’ shifters,” Digby sneers.

“Sorry, what did you say, babe? Digby, what’s wrong?” Alyssa scowls, watching him. She turns her head and looking up over her shoulder to see what he’s looking at. “Digby…” she whines, “please, I need some attention.”

“Yeah, um, sorry. Look, I’ll… I’ll just go get us some more drinks.”

“Okay, I’ll have more champagne, but maybe we can take it with us and go back to yours?”

“Um, I don’t know, I’ll think about it. Alyssa, it’s still early yet.”

“Okay, well I’m just going to the ladies’ room, powder my nose and I’ll be back in a minute.” She leans forward, but he pulls away before she can kiss him.

“Yeah. I’ll get those drinks.”

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Kat smiles as she empties the last of the tequila. She’s drunk but not from tequila, it’s the numerous orgasms Hudson’s been giving her. Having drunk many more than of those than she intended, but the tequila shots, as per her plan, are mostly being drunk by the boys.

Pouring the last of the god-awful mezcal, the worm plops with a splash into the glass. “That one’s yours.” Zak grins in delight.

“Right! Yeah, well, I guessed it would be.” She rolls her eyes and smiles. “You sure I can’t tempt you to it?” she drunkenly flirts, teasingly trying to force the worm filled glass against his lips.

“Um… No!” He shakes his head and picking it up, hands it back to her.

As she places it to her lips, she’s distracted by a loud crash of breaking glass on the other side of the bar. Turning around, she catches Digby’s gaze, and he smiles. So does she until she sees Alyssa return to the booth and pour herself another glass of champagne. Kat scowls as Alyssa stares at her, raising the flute glass in a smug toast.

“Fuck you!” Luna growls inside Kat’s head, and with a devious glint, she picks up the shot glass and throws both the worm and the liquor into her mouth. Then turning around, she quickly strides over to Digby’s table, and standing in front of him she leans down—with one hand grabbing his groin and the other his head, she kisses him.

He groans in pleasure, smiling at the feel of her hand gripping and massaging his balls. It instantly makes him hard, but then a weird taste hits his tongue, and he furrows his brow. Kat pulls away, licking her lips.

“Pah! What the fuck,” he spits at the unusual meat-like texture in his mouth and pushes the foreign object onto his lip, and immediately realizes what it is. “Oh my God, Kat, that is fuckin’ disgusting!”

She laughs, still chewing her half of the tequila worm. “What, you don’t like moth larvae?”

“No. But I do like this…” he leans forward and wrapping her hair around his hand, he pulls her towards him and kisses her.

She steps back, grinning with a teasing glint. Her eyes sparkle as she picks up the champagne glass, and much to Alyssa’s annoyance, tips the entire glass of sweet-tasting liquid into her mouth. “I think I’m going to dance.” She laughs wickedly, then before he can say a word—she’s gone.

Realizing just what she said, he gasps, “Oh shit! Kat… no wait! Kat, no!” He quickly stands up. “Oh, hell… You can’t.”

She’s back at the team table and high fives Zak. He smiles, after seeing what she did with the worm, but the grin more because of the scowl he can see etched on Alyssa’s face.

“So, who wants to dance with me?” she laughs, waving her hands in the air.

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