“I’m ready,” she whispered.
Reece took her and pulled her in for a kiss. His lips were hot and slippery against hers, and his cock was stiff and hot against her tummy. His tip leaked precum onto her skin, and her core throbbed in response. She kissed him harder, deeper.
Fairchild knew it had been Reece’s intention to get her all worked up like this. What she didn’t know was how much of it had been planned, and how much had been improvisation. Had he perhaps sent Nash to visit her with his little proposal? And had Nash, perhaps, lost the competition on purpose, just so Reece would have the perfect opportunity to train her in the oral arts?
That thought infuriated Fairchild to no end, but for now, her fury would have to wait. She broke the kiss and stared up into Reece’s pale eyes.
“We’re going to have a talk later,” she said.
“Later,” he agreed.
The crackle in his voice told her he was in no mood for talking now either. His lust was nearly as uncontrollable as her own. Maybe that was acting, but she didn’t think so.
Fairchild turned her attention to Dutton, and she barely had a chance to look at the man before he dragged her in for a kiss of his own. He was obviously a man who liked to let his actionsdo the talking, and his body felt tense with pent-up aggression. After a moment, he pushed her back and gave her a piercing look that made her insides flutter with heat.
“Your pills,” he said.
Fairchild’s heart skipped. Her pills. In the heat of the moment, she had forgotten all about them. She told herself she would have remembered them before it was too late, but deep down, she really wasn’t sure.
“Don’t move,” she said.
Fairchild rushed through the gate at the side of the octagon and ran to the corner of the room where her gym bag was lying. The pill canister was inside, right where she’d left it. She unscrewed the lid and tapped one capsule into her hand. It was a bit tricky with her fighting gloves on, but she managed. The pill had a metallic sheen to it, and it almost looked like a tiny bullet in Fairchild’s palm. She knocked it back dry and instantly felt a strange, ticklish surge as the nanites entered her system.
When she returned to the ring a moment later, the Mercs were still there waiting for her. Reece had finished stripping off his clothes, and now he was every bit as naked as Dutton.
As for Nash, the cocky young Merc was still tied to the side of the cage, his erection bobbing up and down like it was trying to get Fairchild’s attention.
“Please,” he said. “You can’t leave me like this! I need to come so fucking bad!”
Fairchild gave him a taste of his own medicine and smirked.
“Don’t worry,” she said. “I’ll let you watch.”
Nash thrashed violently, struggling against his bonds. For a moment, Fairchild thought he was going to pull the entire cage down on top of himself. The chain-link held, however, and so did the sturdy canvas wraps binding his wrists and ankles.
“This is so fucking unfair,” he growled.
Fairchild stood in front of him and looked him up and down. She loved the way he was sweating it out under the hot lights, and she loved the way his hard dick was jumping with animal arousal—an arousal she herself had kindled with her lips and with her tongue.
She arched one brow.
“I seem to recall thatyouwere the one who came up with the rules.” She bent over and lightly kissed the tip of his penis, then she stood up straight again. “You said I could do whatever I want with you, so now I’m going to make you watch…”
She pushed her panties down and stepped out of them. Then she turned to face the other two Mercs standing behind her.
It was Dutton who claimed her first. Fairchild half expected the soft-spoken Merc to be gentle with her.
He was anything but.
His first shove sent her stumbling backward into the chain-link barrier of the octagon. Her body rebounded off the springy mesh, and with a second shove he spun her, bending her over at the waist. Before she even had a chance to react, he was inside her, balls deep and thrusting hard. She hooked her fingers through the side of the cage and held on for dear life.
Fairchild was grateful for the brutal way he ravaged her. It felt more like a fight this way, and fighting was her comfort zone.
She gave back as good as she got, shoving her ass into him hard, matching every violent thrust with an angry thrust of her own. She clenched the inner muscles of her pussy like she was trying to choke his dick into submission. She snarled like a bitch in heat.
Nash was right beside her, his bound body moving with the rhythm of the rattling cage.
“Fuck,” he moaned. “That looks so good.”
