Page 75 of Owning His Mate

“You can’t say stuff like that in front of Savannah,” I say, turning to look at him.

“She was tortured by that woman.”

“I know, but she’s still a little girl, Kye. Let her be that.”

He stares at me. “I only need five minutes with her. Less if you require it.”

I pat his chest. “Put the claws away and leave Callum to deal with it, Kye. We’re already going to have enough blood on our hands with all of this.”

“We’re just running through some training exercises,” Halle ventures. “You want to join?”

“What I want to do is spar with my mate.”

Kye needs to get some of this rage out of him, and I’m worried that if he trains with one of the other males, he won’t be able to control his anger. I don’t want anyone to get hurt—or worse, die.

His heavy brows come together as he peers down at me, and through our bond, his confusion is clear. I shrug out of my jacket, handing it to Halle, who is eyeing us both.

“Come on, big guy. Show me how it’s done.”

I slip my sneakers off while he takes off his boots and jacket, though his movements tell me he doesn’t want to do this.

What are you up to,Apryle?

I smirk inwardlyas his voice rings in my head.Not a thing. I want to train, and you get all growly when I ask Beck.

His lips tuginto a snarl as he tosses his jacket on the floor and stalks toward the mat Wyatt and Jackson were sparring on. The two males glance between us, Jackson shaking his head.

“Don’t mention his name,” Kye mutters as he stands at the edge of the mat.

“You don’t have any reason to hate him, Kye.”

“I have a hundred,” he counters as I roll my hips from side to side, warming up.

“He’s not my mate. You are.”

I raise my fists, ready to fight, and his expression softens. He thinks I’m adorable, and that mistake is about to cost him. I give him a shit-eating grin, and then I attack.

I’m a lot smaller than him, but the element of surprise allows me to land a hit. He responds fast, grabbing my wrists, but I drop to my knees and slip free.

His eyes shine with excitement as he grabs for me, and I sidle back out of his reach. I’m feeling confident, and that’s my downfall.

Kye moves fast and drops me onto the mat in a move I have no defense against. His huge body pins me, as my brain struggles to understand how I went from standing to being on my back. I can’t say I’m not enjoying the view or the weight of him on my hips, though.

My mate looks down at me, his brows drawing together in consternation. “You allowed me to do this.”

“I didn’tallowyou to do anything, Kye. You’re three times my size and strength. It’s not a fair fight.”

His mouth flattens into a line. “Do you think our enemies will consider your size or your strength, or care that you are female?”

I lift my hips, pressing his cock against my core, and he sucks in a breath through his teeth. “Apryle,” he warns, but I ignore it. He needs this.

“You’re far too tense.” I grind my pussy against him, hoping Tessa has taken Savannah somewhere where little eyes can’t see this.

“And you’re just the thing to lighten my mood, are you?”

“Always. Kiss me, Kye.”

He dips his head low, his body plastered against mine, as he devours my mouth. It is a hard, heated kiss that makes my toescurl. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as my mouth devours his.

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