“She’s mine!”
“Debatable.”
“I’ll kill you, Seven. I’ll kill you both.”
“Ah, see, there’s the Luci that I know,” I say with a cold laugh, slapping his bare butt just to rile him up further. “Sharing really never has been your strong suit, has it?”
There’s a moment of silence as Luci’s body relaxes.
“Shut up, Seven,” Luci says, his voice suddenly dropping to a much darker tone as his body tenses beneath me, “or I’ll rip your throat out myself.”
“Shit,” I call out, my grip on Luci tightening, “Dante, I’m going to need you to hurry the fuck up!”
Luci’s back arches beneath me, his neck cracking as his shoulders roll to pull at the fabric of this loose shirt.
I watch as his body bulks, splitting open the rest of the shirt as he writhes against the changes in his body. I won’t be able to hold him down like this for much longer.
Glancing up at Dante, I realize he’s moved slightly to spit out some of the venom he’s pulled from her, momentarily giving me more than an eyeful of Evi’s naked body. I drop my eyes, but the damage is already done as my own body reacts to what it’s just seen.
I have to shift my weight to adjust myself, and Luci takes advantage of the change to throw me from him.
“You too?” he snarls, as we whirl on each other.
“Can you blame me?”
His lip curls up at this, his eyes black as he launches himself at me. I’d expected this, as I drop and turn my shoulder to meet with his gut before throwing him back over my shoulder.
Luci lands with a heavy thud against the floor, and I drop down on top of him just as quickly. Wrapping my legs around his waist from behind, I roll over as I lock my ankles together between his legs and hook one of his arms up over his head, pinning it against my chest.
Luci grunts in pain as I push against his shoulder, but doesn’t give up as he reaches for me with his other arm. I lean away from him only to realize he’s faked going for my face and grabs one of my knives instead.
I release him as we both roll back into crouching positions as we face off once again, this time with a blade glinting in Luci’s hand.
His eyes shift to look past my shoulder, narrowing into black pits of rage as he focuses in on Dante again.
“Luci,” I warn, but he doesn’t listen.
I just barely manage to drop and tackle him, throwing myself against his side as he tries to dart past me. We tumble across the floor and I end up wishing I’d through this all through a bit better as I get more than my fair share of dick slapped across my face.
Dante definitely owes me big time for this one.
At least I seem to have knocked my knife out of his hand with the force of my impact.
Somehow, Luci ends up on top of me this time, his thighs wrapped around my head and my arms pinned beneath me as he locks me in place with one of the worst views imaginable.
If he was a woman, it might actually enjoy this, but as it is, I have to strain to keep my face turned in order not to be forced to kiss his ass.
“How do you like that?” he hisses. “It’s about time someone put you in your place.”
It takes me a second to think through the position we’re in before I realize I can put him in a similar predicament … though admittedly not nearly as bad as mine.
“I didn’t think you’d want a man between your legs,” I sneer. “To each their own, I guess.”
“You—"
Before Luci has a chance to react, I curl my pelvis up toward him, catching the back of his head as my legs lock around him. With gravity and body mass on my side, we roll forward as I force his head down to the floor and use the momentum to wind up on top of him.
I waste no time sitting on his face which immediately causes him to release all hold on me as we pull away from each other.