The corner of his upper lip curved ever so slightly into a subtle smirk. “What do you want me to say? That I came to pissyou off? That I knew you would react like this? Maybe I just wanted to see you again. I can’t stop thinking about that noise you made when I—”
My fist slammed into his face before I knew what I was doing. Even though everyone around us was engaged in their own conversation, aside from Damon who stood a few feet away watching, I couldn’t allow Noah to finish that sentence.
He burst into laughter, swiping a hand over his lip to check for blood. “Someone is touchy tonight. Don’t tell me that’s the first time a guy jerked you off.”
I punched him again, this time knocking him into a worn headstone. Noah caught himself before falling to the snow covered ground.
“One more word,” I warned. “And you’ll become a missing person.”
Noah placed the bottle he held onto the headstone. He pointed to the fight zone where the two guys fighting now competed for a cash prize. Money they had both put on the line. “Since you want to fight so badly, let’s fight. If I beat you, I get to stay. If you win, Damon and I will leave.”
Through clenched teeth, I said, “Fine, but I can’t be held responsible for what I’m about to do to you.”
Since Noah didn’t seem capable of showing fear, he bravely stepped closer, his voice low so only I heard him. “Maybe if you gave in to your obvious need to get fucked, you wouldn’t be such an uptight asshole all the time. I get the feeling you’re a top. Works for me. I’ll happily take that thick cock of yours, dark prince.”
Said appendage betrayed me by growing hard in response to his words. Goddammit.
“Don’t fucking call me that.” I shoved away from him, putting as much distance between us as possible while striding over to the fight zone.
Noah ambled along behind me, taking his sweet time. He was smart enough to give me some space. Sitting on a headstone finishing his drink while we waited for the current fight to end.
Why the hell did he have to go and put such a visual in my head? The thought of pinning Noah beneath me and fucking him until he begged made my cock strain against my jeans. He practically asked for it. I wasn’t sure how much longer I would be able to hold back. There was no denying that a part of me wanted it.
I wished that I didn’t. Why did it have to be him? Anyone but him.
When it was our turn to fight, I stepped into the center of the fight zone. Already feeling flushed, I pulled off my hoodie, tossing it onto a headstone. Noah shed the jacket and hoodie he’d been wearing. We both stood there in T-shirts and jeans facing one another.
The smart thing to do would have been to have a neutral third party monitor the fight. Calling the winner when it became obvious. I didn’t care about any of that. I just wanted to hurt him.
Noah raised both hands in invitation. “Come on then, Dom. Let’s go.”
He waited for me to make the first move. Even though people began to gather to watch the fight, I had eyes only for him. When it became clear Noah wasn’t going to make a move until I did, I tackled him.
The impact flung him back into one of the headstones that bordered the fight area. He grunted as the breath whooshed out of him. That didn’t stop him from fighting back.
“You know,” he said between ragged breaths. “This would be a lot more enjoyable if we just fucked instead.”
He followed that up with a punch that clipped me hard on the chin. A second one thrust me back, allowing him topush away from the headstone. There was an exchange of blows that had us both swinging steadily. A flurry of activity and aggression.
I felt the warm, wet trickle of blood from my nose. That only angered me further. I wasn’t satisfied until Noah bled too. When an especially powerful punch split open his eyebrow, I found genuine joy in the blood that ran down the side of his face to drip onto the snow.
“It really doesn’t have to be this way you know,” he said, chest heaving as he blocked another hit.
“It really does.” Sticking my foot between his ankles, I tripped him.
As Noah went down, he grabbed onto me, taking me down with him. We struggled for control. Managing to get the upper hand, he pinned me beneath him. Even though I lay in the icy cold snow, my body flushed with heat. Having Noah on top of me messed with my head.
He fucking knew it too. Smirking down into my face, he said, “I can feel how hard you are for me, naughty boy. Is it the violence that gets you off? Or is it me?”
The people that watched couldn’t hear him, but that didn’t matter. My temper wouldn’t be contained.
I responded with a headbutt that momentarily stunned him. Giving me the chance to roll him off me. Something sinister had been unleashed inside me. Something that was ready to kill Noah here and now.
We beat the hell out of one another. I got to the point where I was sure the fight wouldn’t end until one of us was dead. We were both bleeding, bruised, and barely on our feet when Rebel finally stepped in.
He and Casper grabbed me, dragging me away. Damon stopped Noah from continuing the fight.
“Time to cool it, Dom,” Rebel said. “This has gone far enough.”
