He doesn’t counter, just watches.
It pisses me off.
“Scared to hit back?” I snap, driving a hook into his ribs. My knuckles sing.
He grunts, pleased. “Nah. Enjoying the view.”
“Pervert.”
“Getting bold,” he rumbles, finally swinging lightly.
“Getting lethal.”
We move on instinct, pivoting and moving around the mat until a sweat breaks out on both of our foreheads.
“She’s faster tonight,” Talon says.
Dredyn surges, reminding me who owns this space. “Come on, Hellcat. Hit me like you mean it.”
I do.
We crash together and the mat slams into my back hard enough to knock the air from my lungs. I end up straddling him, hands braced on his shoulders, sweat-slick skin burning under my palms.
For a beat, neither of us moves.
He laughs low beneath me. “Damn,” he rasps, hands sliding slowly up my thighs. “Vicious tonight. I like it.”
“Win-win,” I breathe, and don’t move away.
His grip tightens on my hips, thumbs digging in, leaving the promise of bruises tomorrow. “Yield?” he teases.
“Never.”
Talon pushes off the ropes. “Fight’s over, Dre. She’s got you pinned.”
Jasper signs, amused,“Looks like it.”
The room goes quiet as our breathing slows. Want coils inside of me as I look up at Talon and Jasper. It’s clear to me thatI’ve lost this game. I look down and find Dredyn staring up at me like I’m his last meal.
I shift my weight on Dredyn’s hips and grind slowly on his growing cock. “Well... who’s going to fuck me first?”
SEVENTEEN
TALON
Fuck, she’s magnificent.
Mara rolls her hips slowly, grinding against Dredyn’s cock. Her challenge to all of us goes straight to my dick. Dredyn’s hands are clamped on her thighs, tight, and I know he’s two seconds from flipping her over and fucking her right on the mat. Jasper’s on the bench behind us, but I don’t even have to turn around to know he’s just as wound up over this.
“You think this is a game, Princess?” I murmur, pushing off the ropes. My pulse is hammering so hard I can feel it in my throat. “You throw that out like a dare and expect us to just pick?”
Mara’s lip curves, leaning forward, her palms braced on Dredyn’s chest as she deliberately grinds against him again, dragging a ragged groan out of him. Then, before any of us can move, she’s up, sliding off him and ducking back under the ropes.
She doesn’t look back, just bolts for the stairs, laughter trailing behind her like smoke.
Oh, fuck no.
The chase is on.
