She lunged.He dodged.
And it began.
TEN
Sweat soaked Cara’s shirt, making it stick to her skin, molding to her body.She was tired, but she didn’t feel as winded as yesterday when she was trying to fight against three hundred or so pounds of solid muscle.
Cara guessed they’d been at it for a couple hours.Her limbs ached, but her muscles were warm and loose.Eventually, she’d ripped off a strip of her shirt to tie her hair back because it kept getting in the way.
Devix was at her back again, but his grip wasn’t as tough to break as it had been yesterday.
But she’d failed again.The moment he managed to dodge around and grab her, she knew she’d lost, but he let her have a fighting chance.Only for a little while though before he made her reset.
“Nix,” he rasped against her neck.Before Cara could react, he’d released her, but she still felt his words in her ear.
He rounded her and a small part of Cara was pleased that his chest heaved just a little faster from the time they’d begun.She knew that he wore his kiddie-gloves during their training sessions when it came to her, but at least she’d tired him out just slightly.
She hadn’t, on the other hand, managed to land so much as a scratch on him.
It was frustrating and Cara feltthatmore in her veins than fatigue.Of course, she couldn’t expect to become a world-class fighter in the span of a couple sessions, but she’d thought that at least by then she’d managed to break away from himonce.
“Nix,” he repeated, in front of her now, standing only a few inches away so that she had to crane her neck up to see him.That was another thing…their session was a lot more hands-on than she’d expected.
It was strange.
Because…she liked his hands on her.Which she absolutely should not feel.
But she did.
Still, she tried to stare straight at his throat, not meeting his eyes, when he positioned her again.
“Drive your force through your legs and your middle, not your striking arm.Your arms are weak in comparison,” he said, before stepping back.“Again.”
That dreaded word.
But she did as he commanded.
And as always, he managed to dodge and get around her.He came up from behind and she was in his grasp again.
Then, something different happened.Cara knew from their previous grapplings to keep her left arm down at her side and try to hold it away from her body so that he couldn’t restrain it completely.So that she had room to maneuver at least that arm, while he was distracted with the blade in her other hand.
And it was worth a shot, retracting penis and balls or not, but she shot out with her slightly less restrained left arm, aiming for where she thought his genitals might be with all her strength.
And Cara connected.Her clenched fist encountered a large, hardsomethingin his pants.But it also encountered something softer beneath and she drove her hand there.
“Vrax,” he hissed, his arms loosening just enough that she slipped from his grasp and rounded him.
Eyes wide, Cara watched him drop to one knee, one arm planted straight on the ground to keep him from collapsing completely.
Devix’s eyes were squeezed tight, back arched, teeth gritted.
Some things, it seemed, were universal.And whenever a male got punched in the balls, ithurt.
When the worst of the pain passed, Devix lifted his head and rasped, “That will not work on an Azatian.”
Cara cocked a brow, excited that she’d finally—finally—escaped.Shekindof felt like a bad ass, she wasn’t going to lie.
“It worked on you,” she pointed out, refusing to think of how enormous that monster in his pants had been.
