Warwick’s licked his lips, his eyes wild, as if he needed the same high. This was the place we both belonged. The space between... where the monsters lived. Every pulse of our blood, every twitch of muscle, we could feel each other.
On the outside, this fight might not look fair, but it was equal.
“Again, you gonna spend all night dancing with me?”
He chuckled darkly. “Remember, princess, the only thing I do all night is fuck.”
“Typical man... exaggerate your prowess.” I rolled my eyes. “You barely lasted an hour.”
“Who said I wasanywherenear done?” Warwick taunted, stepping closer.
We moved around each other like wisps of smoke, weaving and rolling, taking me back to our fight in the Games.
Faster than I was ready for, he lurched for me. Ducking too late, his elbow clocked me in the eye and nose, bursting light behind my lids, blood flying out of my nose as my face hit the mat with a smack.
Fire zoomed up my spine, energy arousing me.
I could feel him hesitate for a second.
Rule one with Bakos—never hesitate.
With a grunt, I shot my feet out with all the force I had, my heels slamming into the weak tendons in the knees, sending him tumbling to the ground. Instantly I sprang for him, my fist cracking along his jaw, cutting his lip. My other fist barreled down for his throat. In a blink, his palm wrapped around my wrists, halting my attack.
The air filled with shock as the audience watched us with anticipation.
Holding my hand away, he wiped at his mouth with his free hand, looking at the blood. Hunger, hate, and desire built behind his irises, a cruel smile hinting on his face.
The wolf was being released.
I tried to scramble up, but he flipped me onto my back, crawling on me, his hand pinning my arms to the mat.
“You actually make this fun, Kovacs.” He leaned over, licking the side of my face where my blood leaked down. I sensed the eyes of the crowd on us, wondering what was going to happen next, but like when we fought before, all I felt was him. The heat of his heavy erection pressing into me, tipping my head back, spiraling all the logic from my head.
Lust.
Hate.
Want.
Anger.
“Fuck you.” I thrashed against his hold.
“Finally, your mouth and body are agreeing.” He nipped at my ear, rolling into me. “I can feel how much you want to fuck me, Kovacs. Violence and death turn you on. I’m happy to help you out since your other boyfriends don’t seem to satisfy you.”
I growled, hating how easy he could wrap around me, ensnare me in desire. I would not let him win.
With a move I used on Lukas, I shifted my weight dramatically tothe side, tipping him off-center. Absorbing his energy, I mentally and physically shoved at his chest. Warwick toppled to the side, letting me slip away.
Getting to my feet, I felt a punch burrow into my side, his feet trying to knock me back down. Spinning, I kicked, the tip of my boot clipping his chin with a thwack. His head snapped back, red liquid dripping down from his jaw onto the mat.
There was a pause. He touched his chin and peered at the red liquid staining his fingers, bruises already darkening the skin. Slowly his head rose to look at me. Flames scorched his aqua eyes, his nose flaring as he leaped to his feet, his chest heaving. Threatening. Brutal. Vicious.
Fuckfuckfuck.
“Get out.” He growled, his shoulders rolling forward. The horde of onlookers looked at each other, no one knowing who he was talking to.
“I. SAID. GET. THE. FUCK. OUT.” Warwick’s voice boomed, the order driving through the room like a scythe. People yelped and quickly started to dash for the exit. Luk tried to get to me, but I shook my head at him, halting his steps, his brows furrowing.
