Page 67 of Bite The Terror That Feeds

She spun her sword around her wrist to distract me, but then her other hand reached for another dagger. She threw it at my neck, and she was so quick that I barely moved out of the way. She nicked me pretty good, slicing the side of my neck.

I didn’t reach for my wound or react overtly, but I could tell it was superficial and not life-threatening.

“How’s that?”

“Not bad.”

She launched herself at me, aiming her blade at my neck as she kicked one of my knees.

My other knee dropped, and I blocked her attack with my sword as I hooked my arm under her knee and tilted her back. Instead of landing with a hard thud, she did a backflip.

A freakin backflip.

But she dropped her sword, and now she just had her fists.

“Ooh…you’re flexible, aren’t you?”

She glanced at the sword on the floor between us.

I stepped on it and slid it behind me. “We both know how this is going to end, baby.”

She retained her stance, closed fists next to her face.

I tossed my sword on the bed behind me. “I’m a lover. Not a fighter.” I stepped forward, my hands coming close to my chest. “And the last thing I want to do is mark that beautiful—”

She punched me square in the jaw then kneed me in the groin.

I took the hit from her fist and blocked her knee, because my dick was more important than my face. But she packed a good punch, and it definitely stung. “Last chance, baby—”

“Don’t call me that.” She spun and did a backward kick, hitting me in the face again. At the end of her turn, she punched me hard in the nose and made it bleed. She kept the momentum going by throwing her elbow up and blocking my hit, then punching me in the face yet again.

“Alright, baby.” I blocked her hit and shoved her back. “I tried to be a gentleman—”

“Fuck off.” She tried to kick me again.

I caught her ankle then bent her knee, forcing her into the wall with my body flush against hers. The armor was in the way, but just the thought of our bodies being close together was a turn-on.

She shoved me back then withdrew another dagger, swiping at my neck then my hands, doing whatever she could to turn the fight in her favor.

I caught her wrist and bent her elbow until her own dagger was at her throat. I kicked her knee and forced her to the floor, the edge of the blade still right against her throat. Just when I was about to restrain her, I saw the glint in her eyes.

“Don’t.”

She held my gaze for a second before she slammed her hand down, trying to kill herself with her own blade.

I yanked her hand free then forced her onto her stomach, sparing her life. “My company can’t be that unpleasant.”

She tried to buck me off, but my weight was far too much for her. “I’d rather die than be with a monster like you.”

“Now you’re just being dramatic.” I bound her wrists together and secured them.

She still tried to fight me, so I bound her ankles with her wrists, hog-tying her like I was back on the farm.

She finally stopped moving, finally conceded the fight. “Do your worst. I’ll never talk.”

“Even though my company is so pleasant?” I bundled the ropes in my hand then hoisted her over my back like she was nothing more than a pack for a long journey.

She didn’t say anything.

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