Page 41 of Crescent Warrior

“Where do you want to fight?”

He spread his arms on either side of him. “Here’s good. Let’s use the bed to cushion our falls.”

She turned away from him, determination and competitiveness firing her blood. It had been a while since anything had amped her up as much as this.

She always loved sparring with him. He was the only one, besides Damen, who came close to her level of skill. When she felt arms around her, she wasn’t expecting it, but he lifted her and tossed her onto the mattress.

“No clothes,” his voice was dripping honey, his eyes locked on where her legs were parted for balance.

Smirking now, she spread her legs even further, stroking a finger through her moist lips, right in front of his heated gaze. He was moving toward her before he seemed to realize what he was doing. She waited patiently, even as her body was screaming at her.

Please, just this once, you don’t have to win.

Her mind rebelled, though. She wasn’t who she was by not trying her best. She fought her way to the top, and now she was going to prove to him why she deserved to be there. He hadn’t broken her and he wasn’t going to win now.

Just as he settled himself, swiping his tongue through her juices, which she could fully admit made her hesitate even more, she clamped her strong thighs around his neck. He gripped them, his eyes narrowed on her even as he bowed his head again to give her clit a sharp suck. She moaned, her legs loosening the inch that he needed to push his shoulders forward, manhandling her until he was on top.

She was staring up at him in shock, her chest rising and falling with her pants. He groaned, lowering his head again to suckle one nipple into his mouth.

What an idiot. Falling for it twice.

Ruthlessly, she flipped them, her body over his now, his forearms trapped by her hands. He didn’t stop what he was doing, though, suckling strongly on her, his hips rocking against hers.

“S-stop,” she insisted, leaning down to bite his shoulder. That elicited a groan.

“Yes,” he hissed, turning his neck to the side. “Bite me. Mark me.”

Her wolf was howling now, scratching at her, her fangs dropping in her mouth. She stared down at the spot, instincts screaming at her, but she shook her head. “Stop that. Fight me.”

He grinned, arching his back, his bare cock rubbing against her pussy, making her eyes cross. “Do you like it when I fight you, my Lyta?”

He yanked an arm from under her hands, grabbing her hair in his fist and yanking it back, baring his mark. He sank his teeth in, making it deeper. “Do you like being mine?”

Fury filled her blood. There was no way she was going to let him win. Yet, her wolf was keening inside her, begging her to be taken. Her body was putty under his as he flipped her, her ass cradling his cock as he pulled her head to the side again.

“You want to belong to me. Your body’s begging for my cock.”

It was then that she realized she was clawing at the sheets, working herself backward, grinding against him. Stilling her movements was difficult, but with heaving breaths and steel focus, she did it.

“You’re not going to win this, Cole.” Her body belied her words as he licked up her spine. She quivered, moaning under him.

“I’ve already won.” He chuckled in her ear. “And I’m ready to claim my prize.”

Whimpering, her mind screamed that she wasn’t ready for what was going to happen. Her body and wolf had other ideas, but still, tears leaked from her eyes. His hands gentled then.

“You know me,” he whispered against the shell of her ear. “How could you ever think I’d force you to do anything you don’t want to?”

The shield around her heart was cracking. She turned to him, watching his eyes trace lovingly over her features.

“You’re everything to me. I’d never hurt what I was gifted.” His hands were next, sliding over her as she fell onto the bed, her body lax and supple under his.

He groaned his pleasure, licking across her collarbone as he turned her. “When you submit to me,” the shiver that ran through his body almost made her smile, “you make me feel ten feet tall.”

“You don’t need to be any bigger,” she moaned, taking a firm grip of his leaking cock.

He gave her a dark laugh and then pulled away from her, lowering himself until he could press his lips against her pussy.

“By the end of your heat, my Lyta, you’ll know who you belong to.”

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