Page 108 of Wings of Betrayal

I grit my teeth. “I have been trying.”

“Then try harder.”

I charge forward, faking to the right before spinning and landing a kick to her thigh. Her leg gives out, and I leap on top of her and tackle her to the ground. I wrap my legs around herfrom behind, then I flip her onto her back and stand on her neck, pinning her to the ground.

She taps her hand to the side, and I remove my foot from her neck. “Not bad, not bad.”

“Let me try.”

I jump as Kyle’s voice sounds in my ear, his breath warm against my skin, and he laughs. I spin around and whack him in the arm.

He raises his hands in the air. “Sorry, couldn’t help myself. You’re getting better. But do you think you can take me down?”

I let out a low chuckle and take up my fighter’s stance. “Oh, I don’tthinkI can. IknowI can.”

Kyle and I circle one another, swiping out at each other when we see an opening. I wipe the sweat from my forehead. My first mistake.

Kyle charges forward and grabs hold of my wrist, yanking me forward before putting me in a headlock. I fight against him, but he has me. He takes me down to the ground, where we thrash about in the sand. My energy fades, my vision blurring, but I refuse to give up.

Just as I sense his worry, he releases his hold, and I thrust myself back up onto my feet. Kyle’s quicker, taking hold of my ankle and pulling me back down, where he pins himself on top of me. He takes my wrists, holding them above my head, and stares into my eyes. Gods above, he’s gorgeous, even in his sweaty state.

A smile curls his lips. “I can scent your arousal, my mate.”

I lick my lips as dirty thoughts pass through my mind of what I want to do to him.

“You keep looking at me like that, and I’ll have to take you behind the arena.”

I laugh, and he abruptly hauls me to my feet.

“Come on,” he says. “I need to show you a few things. You can definitely improve your form, and you could be better at striking. You have the strength. You just need to work on your technique.”

Kyle shows me a few ways to better strike an opponent, and the entire time my mind is elsewhere. I just want to taste him. It’s obvious he can sense my thoughts, and he’s trying to keep it together. It’s quite amusing, actually.

He steps in close behind me and kisses my neck behind my ear, and when I glance up, I spot Em watching us in the stands. Grimacing, she abruptly storms off back up the stairs.

“Should we visit the lost one in the cells? See if you can practice your ability?” Kyle asks.

I spin in his arms and press my lips to his, and he slips his tongue into my mouth, teasing me. I nip at his bottom lip, and he growls low.

“Come on, before I change my mind and take you elsewhere instead.” He grabs hold of my hand and leads me behind the arena to where the cells are located.

The cells are made from carved sandstone and are quite beautiful considering what they are used for. He nods to the two guards out front, and we pass by them and head inside. We follow a narrow, dimly lit corridor where lanterns dot the walls, passing cell doors on our way before we come to a larger opening.

As soon as we step foot in the space, a loud screech echoes. I cover my ears. The lost one is in a large cell with thick iron bars locking it in. Two guards rush into the space.

“It always gets like that when we go near it. It’s relatively calm when we’re not here,” the guard explains, then whacks the bars with his wooden baton.

The lost one screeches again.

Kyle shoves the guard. “Don’t fucking do that! You’ll get it all worked up.”

The guard swallows, then takes a step back. “My apologies.”

“Leave us,” Kyle demands, and the two guards exit back down the corridor.

The lost one glares at me with its creepy milky-white eyes. I haven’t had the chance to be so close to one like this for long periods of time.

“Do you want to try to control it?” Kyle asks.

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