Charlie’s eyes were wide as she joined me. “Whatcha doin’? You have to be in a pack to get in there. That’s the Prime’s territory.”
“Is it now? All the more reason to get in there, then.”
It was hard to see much, but I eyed the room beyond the guards. I could see boxing rings and males fighting viciously, but not much more. Time to get closer. I winked at Charlie who gaped at me as I stepped away. Ignoring her, I fluffed my hair, pulled my shoulders back and stuck my tits out. I was slim and petite, but where I’d once been flat, I was now nicely endowed, and I wasn’t beyond using my assets to get me what I wanted; and I wanted to see inside that hall.
The guards watched me with curiosity. One, who looked to be Korean, gave me a hard eyed stare. Okay, no joy there, then. I turned a pouty smile on the one in the middle, who couldn’t seem to pull his gaze off my cleavage. I swerved my attention to the man next to him and swayed my hips, gliding forwards. Both of them shifted their stances, lifting their chins and puffing out their broad, heavy chests. I smiled inwardly. Males, whether shifters or fae, were so damn predictable. I couldn’t even remember how many people Blue and I had caught off guard with our sexy vixen approach.
The guy on the right was another story. His brown hair was long, true there were no hairdressers in this shit hole, but he was clean shaven, so clearly the men were allowed razors. I frowned. He looked familiar, but I couldn’t place why. He leaned against the wall, his large arms folded over his chest, watching me with a smirk and a twinkle in his grey eyes. Shit, he had my number. Still, no need to give up yet. I kept the sultry smile on my face despite his gaze, which was far too astute for my liking.
“Hi boys, I’m just going in to see the Prime.” I lied right to their faces, and pulled my weird coloured hair over my right shoulder. I looked up provocatively through my lashes at the two guards in the middle, ignoring the other two.
There was a huff of laughter. Hiding my irritation at the familiar guy on the right, I glanced at Korea. He just watched me with a dark, steady gaze.
Yeah, a barrel of laughs, you are, I silently told him, but shifted my weight, just in case either of them decided to get handsy. My gaze shifted to the training going on beyond the door. From this position I could see to the far end of the hall. It was totally dedicated to fighting and training. A real hardcore gym. What the hell was such a grand scale place doing in a prison? I mean, sure I’d have thought every prison had a gym of some kind, but this one was huge. Not only that, it was well equipped, and every part of it was being used. Fighting inmate boredom was one thing, but hell, this was insane.
“You’re here for the Prime?” The titty man asked.
I preened as he continued to peruse my body. His lust filled gaze rested on my bare stomach and the curve of my waist. I kept a sultry smile on my lips when it fixed back on my breasts again.
Bingo! I walked up to him, ignoring grey eyes whose expression had dipped into a frown, as if he was trying to place me, too. “Sure, honey. I’m his for the day.” I dared to lay a hand against his chest. His throat bobbed, and his eyes widened. Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I added a seductive smile and dragged my teeth over my bottom lip the way men seemed to like. I needed to get in that place and see what was in there—maybe there was something that I could use as a weapon.
Close enough now, I could see the bank of punching bags that lined the far end of the room. A huge male pounded the bag in front of him, punching and kicking until I was sure he was going to rip it from the brackets that held it up. My eyes narrowed and I blinked several times. He had to be at least six feet six, though it was hard to tell from where I stood. His back was a breathtaking