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“Always, always, commit to the fucking fight,” Lachlan says. “You’re here for a reason, and it isn’t to get yer arse whipped. In a ring is one thing, but when it’s life or death, you’re here to strike. To destroy. To kill.”

I’m close enough to see them now, but I crouch beneath the bushes. There’s an opening right in front of me that gives me the perfect view of both of them.

Oh my God. They must’ve been at this for ages, for they’re both panting and dripping with sweat. I watch in wide-mouthed fascination as Lachlan strips off his sweat-soaked t-shirt, his muscles rippling with the effort of yanking it up over his head, then whips it to the ground. He’s bouncing on the balls of his feet, his hands wrapped for a fight, and Tiernan’s opposite him, doing the same.

“Focus on your job. Never run, but walk. Take your time so you can focus, and strategize each move. It isn’t a brawl but a strategy. After you’ve been trained with us, you’ll be able to do all this without thought. Inhale on defense, exhale with each blow.”

He strikes at Tiernan, who’s caught off guard, and I realize with surprise I don’t know who I’m rooting on. Tiernan lands a harsh blow, and after Lachlan gets his breath back, he approves. “Well done. But really drive your elbow into the punch, lad.”

I watch them brawl, my eyes on Lachlan. He fights with such effortless ease, it’s like a dance. Tiernan’s far clumsier, but I’m proud of my brother. He’s learned so much.

I love the way Lachlan instructs him, both patient and stern. My heart is hammering in my chest and my palms are all sweaty, when Lachlan speaks louder.

“And always, always, keep your eyes wide open. Never cover them. Notice everything.”

Uh oh. Has he seen me?

He holds up his hands for the fight to pause, then jerks his chin at the bush I’m behind.

“Come out, Fiona,” he says. “No need to hide.”

With a stifled groan, I stand and walk into the clearing, trying to brush it off.

“Didn’t want to disturb you, of course,” I say, but it’s hard to speak when your mouth’s all dry.

“Aye,” Lachlan says, his stern gaze now fixed on me. “Was just giving your brother a lesson.” He tips his head to the side, warning in his look and tone. “Do you need one, too?”Oh, I know he wants to command me. Don’t I know it. I know he wants to fuck me. But I wanted to bring him pleasure so badly, when he told me to stop I could hardly bring myself to obey.

Plus, I like seeing his eyes go hard and that muscle twitch in his jaw. I like when he overpowers me. I like it when he punishes me.

I think.

The look he’s giving me right now has me second-guessing myself. Have I gotten in too deep here?

“Clothes off,” he says. He’s scowling at me. I can still feel his heat all over me, even though he’s wiped me down. I can still feel the hickey he left on my neck and chest, still feel his fingers in my hair.

Warily, I obey. Will he… hurt me?

“Are you going to punish me?”

He kneels in front of me and parts my legs. “Disobedience will always earn punishment, sweet girl,” he says. “And if you trust me, you’ll learn to trust even that.”

Without warning, he bends and bites my thigh, hard enough that I scream in pain and throw my head back. Then he laps the pink spot where he bit me and spreads my legs apart further.

“Your mouth on my cock was the stuff of dreams, lass,” he says. “But you let me handle how this goes. Do you understand me?” I nod. With that, he bites me again.

“And if I see fit to punish you, I will.”

Now I’m really starting to be afraid. “Yes,” I say with a nod. “I-okay, so I get that.”

“Do you?” he asks. All I’m wearing now is my knickers, but he makes short work of yanking them down my thighs, before he buries his mouth between my legs and drags his tongue along my slit.

“Oh my God,” I breathe. “Lachlan, it’s too much. It’s too… oh, God.”

I feel like I’m going to come apart, like I’m going to break right open, as he laps me again and again, until I’m writhing and on the cusp of coming.

“You come,” he orders me with a pinch to my bottom. “Come.”

His tongue makes short work of bringing me to climax on his mouth again, until I’m writhing beneath him. I can’t breathe or think, even the spasms that take over are out of my control.

He licks me over and over until the spasms cease and suddenly, I’m so sensitive, and still he does not stop.


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