“I haven’t even been here for a full day and I’m already... Wait. Youwantme in your bed?”
Crush flashed his sharp fangs. “You would be averygood omega if you share my bed tonight.”
Flutters exploded in Killian’s stomach. “Oh gods.”
“I can’t wait,” Crush whispered in his ear, his large hand sliding down Killian’s back to linger just above his ass. One finger dipped into the top of his crack.
Killian shuddered. Suddenly, all he could think about was curling up in bed with Crush, wearing barely-there scraps of clothing. Letting Crush’s hands wander all over him.
Crush nipped at his shoulder. “C’mon, up we go. Let’s see you try to kill me.”
9
AN UNEXPECTED HEAT
“I’m not ready,”Killian warbled.
They were standing on some practice mats in Crush’s home gym—a large room with windows on one wall and exercise equipment taking up half the room. The other half was made up of mats on the floor, and a boxing ring.
Crush had given Killian two butter knives since they didn’t have any blunted weapons for practice. “Are you okay with those?” Crush asked, looking wary. “Would you prefer to use something else?”
Killian spun the knives between his fingers, testing their weight. “They’re fine.”
“Good.” Crush got into position across from him. “Come at me.”
“I’d rather fling jizz at you, than knives,” Killian blurted. And promptly slammed his mouth shut. “No! I didn’t mean to say that! I mean, um.”
The alpha laughed. “Let me get a feel for your fighting style, sweetheart. I want to know what to expect if you wake up in the middle of the night, disoriented.”
“Okay,” Killian said reluctantly. He really didn’t want to hurt Crush; Crush was the first alpha he had really trusted in a while.
That... was eye-opening to realize.
Before he could think about it, Crush took two steps forward, and threw a slow punch.
Killian sidestepped it easily. Crush smiled. The next punch came faster, harder, and suddenly Killian was moving by muscle memory. He dodged Crush’s kicks and punches. He spun on his heels, pushing Crush’s fists away to redirect the blows.
“Beautiful,” Crush murmured, in the same breath he tried to take out Killian’s legs from under him.
Killian leaped out of the way and came back with a side kick; Crush grabbed Killian’s foot and tugged him closer. Killian went with the motion, waiting ‘til the last second before throwing a punch.
Crush barely avoided that punch. He wasn’t as fast as Killian had been in his prime. But Killian was out of practice, which made this a more even match.
It wasn’tcompletelyeven though, because Crush trained regularly, and he had power behind all his moves. He wasn’t growing tired, either.
“Get on the offensive, sweetheart. I want to see if you can take me down. Use those knives.”
Killian reluctantly pulled the butter knives out of his pockets. He threw a half-hearted stab at Crush, relief sinking in when Crush blocked it. He stabbed again, faster this time. Crush blocked that too.
It was kind of hot, actually, when Killian picked up his attack speed, and Crush didn’t even get hit once by the knives.
“That’s it,” Crush purred, a slow smile curving his lips. “Now we’re talkin’.”
The more stabs and punches Killian threw, the harder he tried to take Crush down, the more he began to realize that Crush had been holding back all this time. He put more power into his own blows, more speed. He ran at Crush and did a high kick, only for Crush to grab his leg and flip him onto his back.
Killian rolled onto his feet, barely dodging a punch where his head had been. His heart was racing; so was Crush’s. Sweat glistened on the alpha’s skin.
In fact, the alpha’s eyes were glowing gold, his canines elongated. “Is that your best, bunny rabbit? You’ll have to try harder if you want to land a hit on me.”
