“Then I’d say you’re hiding from them,” he answered, ignoring the flash of disagreement in her gaze, the hint of anger that darkened the soft gray color.
She didn’t argue; instead, she moved.
The small, delicate-looking fist suddenly delivered a blow, not to the muscle-packed abdomen, but instead to the vulnerable area below, between his navel and the band of his jeans, only a breath from the engorged head of his cock.
The blow stole his breath an instant before he moved for her. Swinging away, he nearly had her before she suddenly dropped, rolled and came up behind him.
Before he could assimilate the surprise, her little foot landed in the back of his knee, stealing his balance and nearly taking him to the mat before he caught himself in a crouch.
The crouch and roll she executed before coming up behind him wasn’t a typical response to the threat of being held from behind, even for their female enforcers. For her height and lack of physical strength, it worked perfectly. It also gave her the opening to come at him again before he could respond with a countermove.
Within two breaths, he was placed on the defensive by the very fact that, with nimble grace, she managed to elude his grasp and stay just out of reach.
And he wasn’t playing with her.
Stygian had every intention of getting his hands on her and stripping her, first of that little top she wore. The one that tightened around her br**sts and clearly showed the hard, pointed ni**les beneath what appeared to be the lace of her bra.
The moves she was using weren’t those she would have been trained for by the Coyote females. They were Breed male moves with the addition of a graceful feminine twist, an unexpected arch, kick or jab. And if she absolutely had to, a low, swift crouch and roll that placed her just out of reach.
He was impressed.
He was even more impressed, not to say highly suspicious of the fact that she used them so well. So well that he was beginning to suspect that it wasn’t Ashley and Emma who had been training her. A male Breed had somehow been training her so secretively that he hadn’t heard about it.
And he wouldn’t have thought that were possible.
Remaining alert, keeping his eyes on her, Stygian arched his brow mockingly as she circled him, looking for an opening to bury that pretty little fist in some vulnerable area, no doubt.
When he saw his opening, he moved.
Ducking nearly to a crouch as she moved for him, Stygian managed to twist and come up behind her, both arms wrapping around her, trapping hers and shackling them to her side.
She didn’t attempt to move her arms. Her first, natural reaction would have been to struggle with her upper body. At least, that was what it should have been.
Instead, in another surprising move, she lifted both legs. The heel of one slammed into his knee, taking him to the mat.
Most men, warriors, soldiers, would have lost their hold. Stygian was really rather proud of the fact that he kept hold of her.
Intense satisfaction then filled him as he managed to wrestle her to the mat beneath him, his body holding hers trapped securely between him and the mat.
“Who’s been training you?” he snarled as he gave her ear an erotic little nip. “Tell me, mate, who have you been playing with?”
Not that it really mattered, Stygian thought as he rolled his hips against the gentle curve of her rear and allowed her to feel the hardened erection beneath his jeans. It didn’t matter, because from now on, she would only be playing with him. He would be her only sparring partner. Only he would be training her to do any damned thing.
Liza could feel her juices spilling from her pu**y, dampening the folds beyond as well as her panties as Stygian forced a hard thigh between her legs, forcing them open, then spreading them further to allow his hips to wedge into the cradle he created.
“Answer me, mate,” he rasped as his incisors raked along the nape of her neck. “What Breed male has dared to train you so effectively?”
She forced a laugh past her lips—she had to force it, because all she wanted to do was moan and beg him to f**k her.
“What, us puny little humans aren’t allowed to use any of your Breed moves?” She knew better, but pushing him was the agenda.
Pushing him to lose control.
Pushing him to f**k her.
Pushing him to force her control from her and to allow her just a few moments of peace from the thoughts and fears that kept swirling through her mind.
“No Breed males have trained me for anything.” She kept the mockery thick in her voice.