Page 77 of Sin

“Yes.”

“Can I have a sword?”

My expression fell flat. “No. No weapons.”

“But . . .”

“Aside from the danger of putting a blade in the hands of someone who can barely throw a punch, you are unlikely to be armed during any attack unless you make a point to be at all times. You need to be able to use your body to defend yourself before anything else. It is the first and only weapon you can count on.”

“Not true.”

“How do you figure?”

“Well, I’m a succubus. That comes with its own arsenal, doesn’t it?”

I shook my head, not remotely about to entertain the thought of her unleashing her sexual wiles on me. “You were the first to admit you don’t have a good sense of control of your power. We’re sticking to the basics.” I pointed down at the mat in front of me. “Get your ass over here.”

She did as I asked—okay, demanded—but she muttered under her breath the entire way. “Isn’t that the whole point of practice? To get better at something?”

Ignoring her attitude, I positioned myself in front of her. “Let’s begin.”

We went through the requisite moves all people should know to counter an advancing attacker. She did quite well, especially when learning how to break a hold from behind, but now it was time to test what she learned, a.k.a. employ the element of surprise.

“See? I told you I was a quick study,” she said, pride suffusing her tone. “Now can I have a—” Her words cut off with a shriek as I tackled her to the mat, pinning her smaller body under mine.

“What was that?” I rasped, my lips at her ear. “Not so confident now, are you?”

“You cheated,” she grunted, the breath mostly knocked out of her.

I pushed up a little, my eyes finding hers. Before I could come back with a snide retort, I noticed the way her body felt beneath mine. Soft to my hardness, sweet and supple while I was rough and rugged. I breathed in the faint scent of her perfume as the reminder of how kissing her had felt took over every other thought I had. Without conscious thought, I pressed my hips into her, making us both groan at the friction.

Fuck, I wanted to kiss her again. No, I wanted to drive inside her and make her whimper my name. I could. We weren’t separated by much more than a few layers of fabric. If she’d let me, all it would take was a few tugs until we were bare.

I rocked into her again, wondering how attached she was to her pants. Maybe I’d just rip them open and spare the effort of pulling them off.

Her lips curled up in a wicked grin as she arched her back, pressing her perfect breasts into my chest.

I dipped down, my lips less than an inch from hers when it hit me. She’d played me. The second our eyes had locked, she’d hypnotized me with some succubus spell.

“You little . . .” I growled. “Now who’s cheating?”

Rolling her hips, she gave me a soft moan that I felt all the way to my cock. “You started it. Now we’re even.”

I couldn’t argue her logic, so I went on the defensive instead. “Do you think an attacker will fight fair? You’ll be lucky if they even announce their presence.”

She wriggled under me again, reminding me that I was still absently grinding my cock against her.

“Fuck,” I barked, pushing myself up and off her.

I needed distance, or I was liable to fall deeper under her spell and let her feed as deeply as she required. Would it be so bad? There were far worse ways to go. I’d witnessed them on the battlefield.

“What now, big guy?” she asked, jumping to her feet. “We gonna go another round or two?”

There was no missing the sexual innuendo layered in her words. Or the way her lips curled up as she took in my response to them.

“No. You’re clearly not ready for more intermediate work. Your form is all wrong, and you’re weak as hell.” I pointed to the punching bag in the corner. “Go spend some time on that.”

“Fine. But I’d better not catch you checking out my ass while I work out this... tension.”

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