Ronin splayeda wet hand against the tiles as he tugged his cock with the other, slow and steady. Just how he liked it.
But it wasn’t Dimi’s face in his mind when he came with a guttural tremble.
It was Mireille’s.
His wolf laughed.We’re going to tell her.
No one but me can hear you, dumbass, Ronin snarled back.
Not for long.
For forever, if you keep this shit up. I’ll fail this assignment on purpose.
She wanted us, too.His wolf licked his chops.Even you could see that.
The beast wasn’t wrong. High Gods, she’d looked so fucking adorable standing there, gawking at him, her cheeks flaming pink and her silver eyes ablaze with embarrassment and…curiosity.
She didn’t want to be turned on by what she saw, but she was. Oh, she fucking was. She had no idea how much ammunition she’d just given him.
He preferred her that way anyway—real emotions, real reactions. Not the wily seductress persona she’d worn last night in front of Otto.
But he sure as Stygios wasn’t going to tell her that any time soon.
He cleaned himself off, then towel-dried his hair before poking his head out and asking Mireille to hand him his clothes. He’d change in here—didn’t want to torment her any further.
He wondered what she was doing here, anyway. Their meeting with Bisere wasn’t until one.
Had she come to watch his fight? How oddly touching.
Fully dressed, he swaggered into the locker room to find Mireille sitting on a bench, back ramrod straight as always, with her legs crossed at the ankles and her hands clasped in her lap.
“Sorry about that,” he muttered. Though, why was he apologizing? It’s not like there was anything going on between him and Mireille. Nothing real, at least.
“I should have… I should have knocked,” she said, with none of the characteristic bite in her voice.
“What are you doing here?” He sprawled out across from her. “We weren’t supposed to meet at the Crystal until one.”
“I… I wanted to see your fight,” she said to her lap.
“Why?”
“You came to the ballet. Figured it was only fair I return the favor. And if anyone asks about it at the estate, my answer will be more authentic.”
“Fair enough. But why’d you come down to the locker rooms? You could’ve just told me at the Crystal that you’d been here.”
She snapped her head up, her eyes narrowed. “Professional obligation.”
“Little she-wolf was worried about her big, scary boyfriend, wasn’t she?” The edge of his lip curled up, and her eyes went molten.
“No.” Her teeth were clenched so tightly that a vein pulsed in her jaw.
He shook his head, leaning forward and resting his forearms on his spread knees. He pointed a finger at her forehead. “Did you know that when you lie, you get the cutest little dimple between your eyebrows?”
“I’m not…” Mireille rubbed at the spot. “Otto fixed the fight.”
“What?” Ronin jerked upright.
“I saw Layla Fetar and two males hauling Maloney away. Guessing they gave him those fake cuffs.”
