“Don’t go easy now,” I say to Alexander as I adjust my bra.
“Stop playing with your tits and I won't.” The snarl in his voice, the possessiveness, something in that moment made me realize that I’m his, that showboating to his brothers sparked the animalistic person he is.One more and I’m the victor.
I’m bouncing on my toes, excited to go head to head with him one last time. Adrenaline roams through my body, my chest heaving with exertion. I take charge, aiming for his legs, but Alexander wraps his arms around my waist, flipping me up close to his head, his face near my pussy. “If you wanted dessert, all you have to do is ask,” I snicker. I’d want it as much as he does.
He yanks me off hard, throwing me to the ground, pinning me underneath him.Big mistake.All his strength lies in his body weight and in his hands.
“Tap. Out,”' he growls. He buries his head in my neck, soaking in my sweat and scent. He looks back at me for a response.
“Never.” I inch closer to his face. “Keola, you might want to get Doc in here soon,” I sputter.
Thank God for thick thighs that save lives. I go straight to lifting my hips, making him lean forward, smacking his forehead on the mat as I slither my way out.This is for all the nights watching WWE with pops.While he’s still on the ground, I climb onto the ropes and launch myself up in the air, elbow ready to strike his back. To my surprise, he rolls away, forcing me to tuck in my arms for impact quickly. I land ungracefully on my stomach, smacking my head to the ground. Alexander scrambles to straddle my back, both my arms pinned behind my back.
There goes the heat again. I’m turned on by the position, the fights, the strength, the gorgeous man on top of me. The pain in my arms shoots up again, not allowing me to move or angle myself. The brief tingling feeling in my previously-injured shoulder returns. I have full range of motion, but once in a while, it hurts. I struggle to figure a way out of this. On my back, I could do so much, but on my stomach? Not so much. In defeat, I tap my back foot on the mat.
“There’s my girl.” He doesn’t let go, but eases up on my arms.
“What do you mean? I fucking lost,” I mumble under my breath. Not moving an inch or seeing his smug face.
“Yeah, but you put up a hell of a fight. My little wild cub. Like a raging bear wanting to fight.” His hand travels up my legs and circling my ass. A twinge of pain comes from him slapping my ass. “Deal’s a deal. But I’ll make another promise.” My eyebrows raise at his suggestive tone.
I turn my head to the side. “Listening.”
“If you are good, you’ll get a reward. I have something I wanted to try with you.”
“Which is?”
“Let’s just say, two holes will be occupied, plus the faithful blindfold,” he whispers in my ear. I practically choke at his words.
“I can smell your arousal, darlin’. Unleashing the animals in us turns you on, huh? If I reach down right now, am I going to find you wet?” Damn. Primal, dominant, and a fan of sensory play. Who the fuck is this man?
“Get off of me, you giant.” He releases me, jumping up off my back. I turn to see more sweat dripping from him, glistening in the low lighting of the barn.
A deal is a deal and for the next hour, they take me behind the barn and explain gun safety and how to load the clip. They test different handguns to figure out which one’s best for my stature. My arms are getting sore from the endless positioning and targeting progress, but now, I’ve at least attempted to shoot and be okay with it. Alexander and Memphis told me that I should lay off the knives, but I’m not really about to listen to them.
I’ve been focusing on the targets, but my phone starts to ring, bringing me out of my focus. I put the gun down, making sure I don’t shoot anything accidentally. I look at the screen, realizing it’s a video call, and my stomach drops at the name.
Lucie Lynn.
“Alexander,” I yell, his strides bringing him quickly to my side. I answer the call and anger falls across my face. Lucie Lynn’s face pops on the screen, her face bruised, dried blood running down her cheeks.
“Lucie.” That’s the only word that comes from my mouth. Alexander clasps his hands on my shoulders to steady my panic.
“Ms. Tessa, I’m sorry to bother you,” she breaks in her speech. “But you said to call if anything happens. I also didn’t know who to call. I left a message for Ms. Shiloh. She hasn’t returned my call,” she sobs. I can tell she’s starting to panic.
“Who did this? Was it Ramon?Who?” I urge her to answer. Rage and fury aren’t enough to describe what I’m feeling.
Tears stream down her face again. I willmurderthe person who did this to her. I start walking to my car, Alexander and his men following my steps. “Lucie Lynn. I need you to tell me who did this.” I need the name. Vengeance is the only emotion I feel.
“Benny.”
A bird is about to have his wings clipped. They messed with the bear, prepare for my claws.
Chapter 22
Iseered,theflames rising above me. I hang up the phone with Lucie Lynn and I turn to face Alexander, letting the fury in me grow. “I don’t care if you approve. I don’t need your permission. I know where he is and we are going to have some words. You are either going to help me or move out of my way. You got that?” I search his eyes for my answer.
No one knows he’s “claimed” me and I don’t bear a mark. I know what I’m going to do. I’m going to send a message to the Falcons, a threat to leave my community and Lucie alone. I don’t care if Rawlings or anyone else in the club disapproves. I refuse to let them hurt anyone I love.