Page 42 of Fighting the Darkness

No, I’m too busy checking out the man before me. He’s as ripped as I thought he would be beneath his clothes, but that’s not what has drawn my attention. No, that would be his massive cock that’s lined with piercings. My eyes widen when I realize he was soft, but it seems his dick appreciates my attention as it grows thicker and longer.

Holy shit, how does that fit inside anyone?

“Soren, put some fucking clothes on,” Griffin barks. “Stop doing shit just to piss off Wilder. The two of you are going to put me into an early grave.”

My head snaps up when Soren’s hand wraps around his length, stroking it. He shoots me a quick wink before ducking behind the lockers once more.

“Freya, you can come visit me in the locker rooms any time you’d like,” he calls.

Griffin lets out an exasperated sigh and steps up to stop Wilder from going after Soren. “Save it for the fight. You’ve got a few hours left. Go hang out with Freya somewhere and cool down, yeah?”

Wilder looks like he wants to argue but deflates when he glances at me. “Yeah, alright. Are you still cool with Freya watching the fight with you?”

“I’d love nothing more.” Griffin pauses for a moment, frowning at what I’m wearing. “But I think I’ll grab a shirt for her to wear over her clothes. That looks expensive and doesn’t need to be covered in blood.”

“Covered in blood?” I gape at the two of them, but they just laugh.

Wilder wraps his arm around my waist again, tugging me toward the exit. “Sometimes the trainers will get hit with blood spray. It doesn’t happen often, but it’ll probably be best if you wear whatever he brings you.”

And on that cheery note, he leads me to the VIP area, where Quinn greets us happily.

Chapter Nineteen

Freya

Afewhourslater,Wilder leads me back down to the locker rooms where I find Griffin waiting with a t-shirt in his hands.

“Hey, Freya. This is going to swim on you, but it’ll lessen the chances of you getting blood on your clothes.” Griffin tosses me the shirt, and I pull it over my head, immediately getting hit with the scent of evergreens and leather—Griffin’s scent.

Wilder kisses the top of my head. “Soren already in the quiet room?”

Griffin nods. “Yeah, you’re good to get ready.”

“Stay with Griffin, cupcake. He’ll make sure you’re safe at all times.” Without a backward glance, he steps into the locker room.

“Did Wilder just call you cupcake?”

I shrug. “Yeah. He’s been calling me that all night. I don’t know where it came from.”

Griffin snorts. “It definitely seems like a very un-Wilder-like nickname.”

“Is this how it always goes?” I ask, nodding to the locker room door when Griffin cocks an eyebrow.

“Only one in the locker room at a time?”

Griffin shrugs. “It’s the best way to keep them from fighting before they’re supposed to.”

“Do you ever get tired of babysitting them?” I ask with a laugh.

Griffin rolls his eyes. “All the damn time, but I’ve been doing it for years, so it’s kind of the norm.”

We fall silent then, just leaning against the wall. The main door opens, and a man sticks his head in. “Griffin, it’s almost time.”

Griffin nods, pushing off the wall, and I follow him. He heads for the quiet room, pushing it open and sticking his head in.

“You’re up, Sor.” He steps back into the hallway, leaving the door open, and a moment later, Soren steps out in the hallway wearing nothing but shorts.

My eyes trail up and down his body, unable to prevent my eyes from dropping to his crotch now that I know what he’s packing.

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