forced to turn his back on me. Knowing full well he’d take the opportunity to stomp on my feet or kick backward, I parted my legs and released his arm to grab a fistful of his hair instead.
“Son of a bitch!” he growled.
I yanked him back and squeezed his jaw. “As soon as I get you on the ground, your tight little ass is mine.”
“Ain’t gonna happen.” He wrenched himself free and turned around again, but before he could come at me with his blows, I dodged sideways, only to flinch toward him the next second and backhand him across the face.
Fucking hell, his fury was stunning.
I grinned darkly, beyond turned on by the bloodied scratches we’d given each other and the sweat shining in the firelight. He’d never looked so much like an animal.
His excitement was visible too. His eyes gleamed and revealed the savage mind-set he’d entered.
The next minute or so seduced me, sucked me in, consumed me entirely. We charged with quick jabs, constantly dodging, constantly trying to find a way in, both refusing to surrender. When he got me in the gut, I kicked out my leg and sent him tumbling as he tripped, but the kid was too fast to jump to his feet again. Our grunts and growled curses mingled with the sounds of hands hitting skin and our labored breaths.
“Time!” Colt yelled.
Fuck.
Shay and I eased away from each other and panted.
There would be another round.
Thankfully, the line had already been cut in half by those who’d defeated their partners in the first and second rounds. We’d only have three couples in front of us.
I drew a hand through my hair and opened the door of the cage for my boy, and Kit, Ella, and River waited outside. The Littles offered treats and juice, but we declined for now. I ruffled Kit’s shaggy hair as he ducked inside the cage to make sure it was ready for the next fight. In the meantime, the couple whose turn it was now stepped into the other cage.
River had two bottles of water, and that was impossible to turn down.
As thunder rumbled in the distance, I chugged my water and walked over to the nearest lube dispenser.
“What do you think you’re doing, Daddy?” Shay asked, tucked safely in River’s arms. It was fun to see my brother get fussy. A new experience.
“Preparing you for our last round.” I poured some lube into my hand and rejoined them, wincing when I put too much pressure on my right leg. “I don’t think Riv can handle a fourth.”
My brother chuckled and hugged Shay to him. “I blame this one.”
So did I. It was convenient.
The other fight had started, so we moved away from the immediate area and stole some privacy along the tree line to the forest. Shay protested and told me there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d let me win, to which I told him to drop his fucking pants already.
“You can forget about open palms,” he snapped.
“Fine by me, sweetheart,” I drawled. “Come on, we don’t have all day.”
The guests on the other side of the cages cheered at something, and I glanced over my shoulder. Another couple was finished, before their time had expired. Now everyone was treated to some live porn as the Top claimed his prize.
I kinda lost my patience at that, and I faced Shay and River again, closed the distance, exchanged a slight nod with my brother, and pushed down our boy’s pants. And there wasn’t much he could do when River tightened his hold on Shay.
“Daddy,” he complained. “That just messes with my head!”
That was the point. Preparing him for defeat was only one of many tricks I was willing to use. “You tried to play dirty in the first round,” I told him, forcing two wet fingers between his ass cheeks. “Now it’s Daddy’s turn, and he’s gonna show you how it’s done.”
He snarled in frustration, then whispered, “I’m gonna punch you so hard.”
River and I grinned at our delightful little beast.
With his ass lubed up and ready to be used, Shay had something to defend, and it completely changed his fighting style when it was our turn again. He didn’t retreat for a second, but he didn’t advance much either, and he refused to turn his back on me.
We’d only been at it a few seconds when I felt the first raindrops.
It changed nothing. Even if it started pouring within the next minute, I wasn’t stopping. Colt and