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Our focus is quickly brought back to the two males currently going at it in front of us. Henry has got Altair pinned in his wolf form, legs caught underneath himself, Henry’s weight on his back.
We hear Henry count to three and declare victory.
Altair shifts as Henry stands. The two shake hands before Altair returns to the group.
“I’m up next,” Ty calls before anyone even gets a chance, the shit eating grin on Ty’s face tells me this is going to be a different kind of fight. Henry’s matching one confirms it.
Both male vampires drop into a fighting pose as they stalk the other around the ring. Even from my position on the side, I can see both their fangs have extended.
What starts off incredibly slow is soon almost too quick to follow. Henry and Ty move about the space in ablur of inexplicable accuracy. It looks like a choreographed dance. I find my breath hitching as each one takes the advantage and loses it again. It's positively mesmerising.
And I would be lying if I said it wasn’t heating my blood a little. I focus on Ty as he moves poetically through each offense and rebound. He said the wolves move like water but he moves with the force of a rising tide.
They shift through very clear patterns of combat. There’s a couple of points where I see Henry stumble on his prosthetic but Ty backs off on these and they repeat the move. I admire the way he’s coaching Henry until he finds his balance and it’s only when they both land the routine do they pursue the win.
Eventually, Ty does get Henry to the floor and claims the victory. The wolves erupt in applause, some of them howling even though they’re in human form.
Out of breath and sweating hard, both males give a little bow and break into laughter, clapping each other on the back as they head over to us.
“Alright, who’s next?” Eetu shouts over the chatter. Several jump at the chance to go up against Ty.
“Red. She’s next.” Ty looks at me, eyes glinting with adrenaline fuelled challenge.
I swallow under the heat of his gaze. We’ve not done this in months. And it used to get heated between us when we did, with one or both of us getting the other off in the showers afterwards.
Summoning some bravado, I step into the makeshift ring. “Come on then, I’ll give you a real challenge.”
The wolves break into a chorus of “ooo’s” and gasps. I give Henry a quick grin as he passes me.
Ty’s face breaks into a feral smirk, and he rubs the stubble coating his jaw. “Always so confident, Red. Yet, I rememberyou were the one who spent most of the time on their back in our previous bouts.”
My eyes widen a little as my cheeks flush.He did not just say that.I extend my fangs and stride a little closer. Two can play this game.
“I wasn’t fully turned for most of them,” I retort, keeping my voice at a normal volume so the crowd behind will hear. But I drop it to add for Ty’s ears only, “And I always ended up with you where I wanted you, right between my thighs.”
It has the desired effect as he groans, spinning in place as I keep walking.
In a purposeful move, I continue striding across the field like I’m on a morning stroll, my back to the predator behind me. But I’m prepared. As soon as I hear him close in, I turn and attack.
CHAPTER 20
TY
Fuck me.
I wasn’t expecting Red to immediately resort to turning me the hell on as I demanded that she was the one to fight me next.
As soon as I’d looked at her after pinning Henry to the ground, I could tell she wanted a chance to spar with me again. Her face was flushed and her eyes were glued on me. Even as I stepped away from Henry, after making sure he wasn’t injured, she tracked me with her gaze which honestly filled me with relief after the way those two had arrived together earlier, arms slung around each other's bodies.
I’m glad I got to knock six bells out of him for touching her, even if it was just a training bout. The win had left me on a high and loosened my lips apparently. Maybe some of the possessiveness was also coming from the fact that Red and I had fucked again last night and it had left me raw, my control completely frayed.
I’d thrown the innuendo implied comment at her out of pure adrenaline. And now her retaliating remark has me trying to concentrate with my dick at half-mast.
We begin with a few slower moves, some less intense back and forth as Red warms her muscles back up. I don’t let her have the advantage at any point, which only grows her frustration. I can’t help riling her up when it makes her more animated. She’s learnt to wear a mask too well and I can’t tell what she’s thinking or feeling half the time. But now, I can see the anger rising on her features, her strikes are getting harder, more accurate and she’s glowering at me as she focuses her breathing through each move, syncing it to each swing of her body.
This lethal side of her nature is unguarded. It’s not sloppy or uncoordinated but she allows her emotions to fuel her actions instead of locking them down. She allows them to hone her movements and it's breathtaking.
“Come on, Red, surely you remember more than this?” I can’t help myself as I block yet another of her advances. I push then, forcing her to take a step back and hope she takes the bait.
