Page 6 of Nicolette

“So if it were a better reason, you wouldn’t care as much?” I questioned.

“Wait, what? No, God, fuck no, that’s not what I meant at all,” Marco scrambled, trying to backpedal. “Look, life is hard enough to survive as it is, but seeing someone like you literally fighting to stay alive every day it’s just fucking wrong. How could his only option be to kill you off unless you were hurting his business in another way? You’re making him money, the Lucky Shot is busy every weekend, and The Broker is known by everyone because of you.”

The guy was making a lot of good points and had me wondering why the hell LC would choose to do this. “Wait, you said I was the reason he was a household name?”

“Yeah, everyone talks about you and how your fights go come Monday morning,” Polo said, leaning on the bar as he sipped his beer. “It was after you took out the one nasty piece of human three years ago. No one thought you’d win against him. He’d been undefeated for some insane number of years.”

“Oh yeah, what was his name?” Marco muttered, tugging at his bottom lip.

“Mayhem,” I whispered. “That’s the night I almost died. I’d had too much to drink between fights, and the only way I made it through that was a combination of being drunk and flexible, and the guy just pissed me the fuck off. After that, I pretty much quit drinking, only allowing myself one or two drinks on fight nights, no other time.”

“Well fuck, sorry to remind you of that day. What a major buzzkill,” Marco groused, running a hand through his hair. “The point my brother was trying to make bringing that up is, it’s when you appeared on every big and bad’s watch list for miles. I heard rumors that others wanted to steal you from The Broker or buy you out of whatever hold he had on you, but he wasn’t willing to do it.”

“So either he’s upping the ante trying to prove I can fight Supes as well as humans, or he’s fucking pissed that I’m sharing his spotlight. That tiny bastard hates it when he isn’t the center of attention, and having attention focused on a human would absolutely put him over the edge,” I mused aloud.

The roar of the crowd told me the latest fight was over, and I had two more before I was on. Seeing as this next one Hemena was fighting in, it wouldn’t be long until my name was called. Sliding off the stool, I almost ate shit as my leg gave out with the muscles cramping up on the thigh that got hit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I swore. “Shouldn’t have been fucking sitting so soon after that. I know fucking better.”

Marco stepped into my space, crowding me against the bar, and lowered his lips to my ear. “Do you want me to fix that for you? We felines are a crafty bunch and have a few secrets we don’t share with many outside the circle.”

Absolutely confused as to why these two seemed so attached to me tonight, I said the only thing I could think of. “Why? Why do this?”

Marco pulled back enough so we were eye to eye. “Because I think you are fucking amazing, and now that we’ve gotten finally gotten your attention after years of watching and waiting, I don’t feel like losing it. Let us help you stick it to the little shit.”

Having no idea how to respond to anything he just said, I nodded dumbly. Maroc flashed me a bright smile and grabbed my hand, yanking me to follow after him, Polo hot on our heels.

“Hey, stop,” Dregu bellowed after us as we darted and weaved through the crowds.

I’d never have been able to keep up if it wasn’t for the two of them practically carrying me the whole way between them. Marco darted into the locker room but didn’t stop in the main area, passing through to the room we used for medical treatment. It was hardly ever used since most people died in the ring if they lost.

When Polo grabbed my spandex shorts and yanked them down to my ankles, I snapped out of my daze. Since I didn’t wear anything under them, I was bare pussy ballin’, full moon showing right here in the middle of the room.

“What the actual fuck,” I yelled as Marco scooped me up and set me on the table.

“That won’t be needed for this, but just so we’re clear, I’m absolutely down to fuck,” Marco shared as he hopped up on the table. “Just remember, no matter what, I’m still me, and this will heal you if you can bear with it. Like all things, it gets worse before it gets better. Polo will walk you through the whole thing.”

Before I could even question what the hell he was talking about, there was suddenly a motherfucking cat between my legs. The cat had a short, dense coat that was a tawny brown color, with blue eyes that matched Marco’s. He reminded me of a cougar in the face, but the ears threw me. They were tall, pointed, and outlined in black with little tufts of fur on the tips. He was the size of a lab or golden retriever but lean with large paws with mean looking claws.

“Ah…” I said with a hint of panic in my voice. “Nice kitty?”

Polo snickered near my head. “Don’t let him wiggle his way into your good graces with the cute act. He’s still the irritating shithead he is when he’s human.”

“Sure, whatever you say, but you’re not the one with a bare pussy exposed to a real pussy with very large teeth,” I whispered.

Polo rested a hand on my shoulders and started to massage them. “Just relax. If you get turned on, it will be harder for the danger kitty to do his job.”

Marco flattened his ears and let out a growling hiss, followed by a deep yowl like he was telling his brother to fuck off.

“Don’t get all pissy at me. We don’t have much time, so get to work,” Polo chastised.

With another disgruntled yowl at his brother, Marco moved to straddle my right leg. The bruise that covered the area was massive and getting darker by the second. Leaning down, Marco sniffed the area. A cute chuffing sound occurred as he wrapped himself around my leg and nuzzled my outer thigh. I could feel the pricks of his claws as he tried to refrain from kneading into my skin but clearly wanted to.

The second that spiny tongue rasped across my skin, I gasped in pain. It felt like he was taking sandpaper to my leg and rubbing it raw until it bled. Now I understood why Polo was up here near my head. He was pinning me down just as Marco was doing whatever with my leg, trapping me as he worked. The fucking cat had the nerve to start purring as he tortured me with that fucking tongue. Gritting my teeth, I fought to keep silent, not wanting to draw attention to anyone who might walk in and see what the fuck was going on here.

“It will be over soon. I promise,” Polo assured me.

As he said it, I noticed the pain was beginning to lessen, as was the tension in that hip. Slowly the muscle was relaxing, and the rest of my body was giving in to the sensation of the damn tongue buffing its way over my skin.