“Yeah, they’re helping me with control,” I muttered. And then tormenting me in my dreams afterward.
“Come spar with me, little rose.” Shade’s voice came from my left, drawing my focus to his toned physique. The moon played off his tan skin, making me wonder what he’d look like under the heat of the sun. Gorgeous, obviously. And wicked.
I almost refused, but then a better idea entered my mind. I couldn’t be alone in my agony here because the guys hadn’t orgasmed either. Which meant they’d been teasing themselves, too. Maybe it was time I returned the favor a little.
“Okay,” I replied.
“Hey, I thought we were sparring together,” Ella cut in.
Tray scooped her up into his arms before I could comment, his lips brushing hers as he murmured, “I guess you’re all mine, El.”
She sighed. “I’m already yours, Nacht.”
“I know.” He waggled his brows at her. “How about we ditch sparring and do a little of our own physical activity back at the suite?”
r /> “How about you do the exercises I gave you and stop trying to get laid in my class, Trayton,” Zeph deadpanned.
Tray just smiled. “I prefer my plan.”
Zeph did not share his amusement. “Put her down and start running. Ten laps.”
Ella groaned and Tray cursed.
“Okay, fifteen,” Zeph amended.
“Put me down,” Ella snapped.
Tray did reluctantly and gave Zeph a look that spoke volumes. “You’re a cockblocking dick, Zeph.”
“Shall I make it twenty?” he countered, that famous eyebrow of his inching upward into his hairline.
“I’m only listening to you right now for Ella because twenty laps would piss her off,” Tray replied before taking off after his mate.
“Goading my brother?” Kols asked as he jogged up to join us, his abs flexing seductively with the movement. And now I wanted to lick him.
“He just makes it so easy,” Zeph drawled.
Shade wrapped his arm around me, pulling me back into his hot form. “I thought we were sparring?” he whispered against my ear.
“You all are killing me,” I muttered, more to myself than to them.
“Ready to beg already?” Zeph pitched his voice low so the others couldn’t overhear. “That’s a shame, Aflora. I expected to have to try harder.”
Kols chuckled, but Shade just pressed his nose to my neck and inhaled softly.
My blood was on fire.
And I wanted to choke all of them.
“Stop stalling and come play with me,” Shade breathed, causing goose bumps to trail down my exposed arms.
He pulled me backward by several feet, drawing me into one of the sparring rings. His flirtation captured the attention of several students in our class, including the two standing in the circle beside ours.
“Well, aren’t you two cute,” Emelyn drawled, her tone holding a touch of derision.
“Someone’s jealous,” her partner replied, smirking at Shade and giving him a friendly nod. Yeah, these two were definitely friends. Which had me wondering how Emelyn had found herself partnered with Ajax for today’s assignment. Elite Bloods didn’t tend to mix with Death Bloods.
“I’m not jealous,” Emelyn snapped back.