I shook away the distractions and centered my thoughts on pinning Blaise to the ground.
Lust and pride worked to undermine him before, but I wasn’t allowed to use the same method twice. I’d tried anger and jealousy, but those seemed to make him a better fighter. Blaise became more precise, deadly, and cunning with his movements. So I scratched those ideas.
I dodged another attack and misstepped, tripping over my damn foot. I face planted the mat, pretty much pinning myself. My cheek squished against the rubber mat as I laid there. I didn’t want to get back up and train. I was fucking exhausted because I didn’t sleep the night before.
Who knew vampires needed sleep?
“Come on, Poppy.” Blaise chuckled as he patted my shoulder. “Keep trying.”
I rolled over onto my back with my eyes shut. “I don’t want to.”
Numbness in my limbs buzzed through the marrow, and the buzzing reached out toward Blaise as he dropped to the ground next to me.
“I’m pretty unmotivated today too.”
Glancing at him, I noticed his sluggish movements and the way his eyelids kept drooping like he was the tired one.
Act, don’t think.
I shot up and threw myself on top of Blaise. My whole body pressed down onto his with little effort. “Looks like I found a new power and also,” I moved my mouth beside his ears. “I win.”
I sucked back in my laziness, and he flipped us over in an instant. Those gray eyes were alert and sent a jolt south. One of his hands held my wrists together above my head, pressing them into the mat. His other hand moved up and down my side, lighting my skin ablaze in its wake.
“Ready for your reward, Poppy?” His voice was deep and lit sparks of desire in my core.
“I’m more than ready.” I almost didn’t have a chance to finish my sentence before his lips covered mine, his charcoal scent invading my fucking being.
I squirmed under him as his weight settled on top of me. “Let me touch you.”
He nipped my bottom lip. “Not until I touch you first.”
I whimpered as his calloused fingers moved from my side to my belly, moving upward. He bunched my sports bra up in the front, causing my boobs to strain against it before he pulled.
The fabric ripped, exposing my pale flesh and hardened pink nipples to Blaise’s hungry eyes. The cold air in the room skimmed across them teasingly, and I let out another whimper.
“Fuck, Poppy. You’re bloody perfect,” he growled, dipping his head down, covering my nipple with his warm, damp mouth. His tongue swirled around it, and his teeth bit down with gentle but firm pressure.
I gasped, arching my back at the incredible sensation that rattled through me. His growl reverberated through the room, and my head fell back as he gave a strong suck.
An invisible cord linking my nipple to my clit made me cry out in frustration. “Blaise, I need more!”
He tugged at my nipple, stretching it slightly before popping it out with a chuckle. “Don’t be so impatient. I want to take my time with you.”
Lust swarmed my brain, making it impossible to think, and I pushed that energy into him. “No teasing,” I murmured.
His brows raised as a desperate groan left his lips. “You don’t play fair, Poppy.” He looped his thumbs into the waistband of my leggings and pulled them off along with my panties.
Blaise turned on every single part of me. With the sweep of his gaze down my naked body, I was dripping. My chest rose and fell with intent as his eyes blazed.
He gripped my thighs hard, spreading me open and bringing himself eye-level with my aching pussy. My clit was throbbing for attention.
“You’re bloody drenched for me.” He leaned forward and dragged his tongue from my slit to my clit, and my body shuddered. “I’m going to make you see stars in that pretty head of yours.”
His mouth was filthy, but his touch was sensual in every fucking way. My body lurched as his mouth clamped over my nub and sucked. My legs settled on his shoulders, and he secured his hold of my thighs. I couldn’t even squirm against the robust mat as he devoured me.
A desperate moan left me as he skillfully moved his tongue. Sucking and dipping into me like a seasoned warrior, building me up to a sweet climax. My back was arching up and down and he doubled his pace.
He dipped a couple of fingers inside me and moved them in and out at a steady rhythm. “Come undone for me, Poppy,” he whispered.
