Page 23 of Fighting the Lies

CHAPTER TEN

“Come on then. Show me what you’ve got.” Emma stood with her hands on her hips. She didn’t look like a woman who was about to find herself flat on her back. Scott’s dick stirred at the thought of the proud lioness flat on her back. Hmmm. “Stop thinking about that flea ridden blonde you fucked last night and attack me.”

"I didn't sleep with her." He frowned.

"Oh, so she just screams 'Scott, Scott, Scott, damn you’re so good' for the hell of it." Emma even acted like she was in the throes of an orgasm. His dick jumped again. Would she call his name, if they slept together? He shook the thoughts away.

"I went down on her, but that was it." He thumped his foot down like a petulant child. He didn't like her thinking he slept with others all the time. It was her that he wanted.

"Ok." She held her hands up. "You couldn't get it up. I'm sorry to hear that."

"I'm perfectly capable of rising to such an occasion." Now he was mad. Nobody insulted Scott junior. It was a love machine capable of going at it for hours without so much as a slight droop. He growled.

"Ok." She was trying not to laugh at him. He could tell, and it pricked his ire even more.

"You want me to prove it I will. Strip and I'll fuck you here and now. You won't be able to walk or think after." There was no witty comeback this time, just the hint of a scent of arousal. She liked the thought of him.

He didn't have a chance to finish imagination in his head as she pounced on him.

"What the hell?" He deflected a shot to the side of his head and twisted around to prepare to launch his own attack.

"Stop procrastinating about your sexual abilities, and show me the fighting ones. Kas has let you stay here but you need to be able to help defend the pack."

He defended another attack, this time to his ribs. Yeah, when he agreed to stay here and join the pack, he didn't think it would mean he would end up sparing with the woman he had stayed for. Or that said woman would turn into a demon when she was told to train him.

A third shot caught him on the jaw, and he reeled back. He was supposed to hit her. Damn it. He said a silent prayer that he didn't cause too much harm and lashed out catching her shoulder. She twisted around, and he went flying past as he followed up with another punch. Left, right, it didn't matter. He could hit equally as hard with both. He used the tree he was heading for to sprint up and backflip over her head, landing behind her. In an instant, he had her in a strangle hold. She jumped and flicked her legs over his head to break the hold. They both returned to their corners for a momentary breather. He kept his fighting stance, though, as did she.

"Impressive." He offered.

"You don't know the half or it."

This time they traded a quick succession of perfectly placed punches. Neither met the intended target of a knock out, but it must have looked majestic to watch. Knowing that she would not succeed that way, Emma ran at him and swung her legs around his neck to pull him down on the floor. It happened so quickly he didn't have a chance to defend against it. She back flipped onto her feet and prepared for the death drop. He rolled away just in time and got to his feet. Damn, she may be tiny, but she packed a punch and moved like lightening. She gave him no more respite and pressed forward again. The pounding shots she landed sent him further backwards until he found the knarred wood of an old oak tree behind him. She caught his head and signalled that she was about to break his neck. The fight was over. He lost.

"You're good. A bit weak on the left side but we can work on that." Emma was panting, her perfect chest heaving up and down.

"Thanks." He uttered completely perplexed as to what had just happened.

"No worries." She turned and skipped off.

The other gentlemen of the pack came from their observation place. He'd completely forgotten they had been there.

"Don't worry mate. She's never lost a fight."

His head pounded like he had drunk ten, no, make that twenty bottles of whiskey last night. Why couldn't he just stay in his dream land. Oh yeah, he'd been tranquilized, and it was probably wearing off. So much for being part of a pack. It was his own pack members who sent him under. He groaned long and hard.

“Have a sip of this.” A bottle of water was rolled towards him. He opened an eye but quickly shut it again when the light flooded in and he felt sick.

“Turn the lights off.” He moaned.

“There are no lights on.”

“Then shut the fucking blinds.” He placed his hand over his eyes.

“Scott we are in the basement. There is only one small window with no blinds or curtains.”

Basement. Not prison. Unless the basement was in the prison and he had a female guard who sounded and smelt exactly like Katia.

“Are we at the mansion?”

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