10. Emilia
CHAPTER 10
I ducked the fist aimed at my face and kicked out my left leg, taking Derek by surprise and knocking his feet out from under him. He landed on his back with a grunt, but my celebration was cut short when his hand shot out and slapped the back of my knees, forcing me to the ground next to him.
He didn’t give me a second to recover before he landed on top of me, his hands pinning my wrists out to the sides. His smirk pissed me off. He thought he’d won, but this was far from over.
I moaned as I thrust my hips up, rubbing against his. A cheap shot, sure, but it worked. His dark chocolate eyes fell to my mouth, and I used the distraction.
Bucking my hips with my full strength, flipping him over my head and onto his back, and using the momentum to follow, landing on his stomach, and knocking the air from his lungs. With one hand on his throat, I extended my nails into claws while using my other hand to capture his wrists and hold them above his head.
His eyes filled with heat, so I pierced his skin, drawing a thin line of blood.
“Hey!”
“Focus!” I yelled back. I was taking this match seriously and didn’t want him getting distracted by lust.
He growled, a bit of his wolf coming through. His legs shot up, throwing me off balance, and wrapped around my torso before pulling me back to the ground. It was an awkward position for both of us, but he rolled our bodies and spun until he was sitting on my back, using his strength to pin all my limbs.
“Say it.” His breath was warm on my neck as he leaned down.
“No.” I fought to break free, but he had me in a perfect position. For him.
His weight alone gave him an advantage, but he was also using his shifter strength to hold me down. If I were fighting a human man, I’d already be back on my feet.
I relaxed my body, giving up. There was no use in straining and tiring myself out.
He leaned in again, kissing the back of my neck before nipping the tip of my ear. “Get out of this.”
“I can’t.” I hated admitting that.
This was a scenario I’d worked through for years with Coach and the rest of my team back home. They all knew this was the one way to win against me. It filled me with a rage that should have been enough to fuel me to punch through a brick wall, but instead, it was my blind spot.
“Try.” He trailed his tongue down my neck, making me forget why we were in the gym and not his bed.
I thrashed under him, likely resembling a dying fish. “You’re too heavy.”
He bit my shoulder before soothing it with a kiss. “You’re stronger than this.”
“I’ve tried!” I bucked against him, unable to even lift my stomach off the ground.
“You can do anything, babe.”
He kissed my other shoulder and lifted his hands, no longer even trying to keep me in place. His hands landed on my back, pressing me down but giving me back the use of my arms.
I immediately tucked them against me, pushing up with all my might. He wobbled but didn’t move. I was able to get a few inches of space before dropping down.
I kicked my feet, not to get free, more to throw a mini tantrum.
“Come on,” he coaxed.
I wanted to punch him. I was allowed to have a weakness. Just one. I was well aware of it and did all I could to avoid ever getting stuck in it. He got lucky. If this fight had been real, I would have killed him when I had my claws out, preventing this entirely.
But he wasn’t going to let me up. No, he was enjoying this too much, rubbing his thumbs up my spine and peppering my exposed skin with kisses.
Not that I minded. It felt nice.
Okay, better than nice.
It had been too long since we’d been together like this, without a professional distance between us, and his constant touches were driving me crazy.
“Derek,” I groaned.
“Emilia,” he mimicked me as he reached back and spanked my ass. “Don’t give up.”
I wasn’t. I was accepting the truth. I was too small, too weak, to overthrow a full-grown shifter when he was sitting on my thighs and pinning me to the floor.
I tried to push up again, hoping to catch him off guard, and he slipped to my left side but quickly corrected himself. “Good. Use distractions.”
In a real fight, I wouldn’t have time for distractions. My body would be going cold by now.
I grunted, kicking my feet up and striking him in the back. I used all the upper body strength I could muster to throw him off.
He lost his balance, and I continued, not giving him a chance to catch up, tucking my feet up to my hands like I was doing a burpee before somersaulting farther away in what I hoped was an unexpected move. I jumped to my feet and spun to face him with my fists up.
He smiled up from his crouch. “Damn. That was hot.”
Before I had a chance to gloat, he sprang forward, catching me around my waist and throwing me over his shoulder. Then he ran from the room and down the hall, which echoed with my laughter.
Marco jumped out of the way and back into the security room. “Watch it!”
“You’re more than welcome to.” I winked as I hung upside down and he froze.
Derek tossed me onto his mattress, not wasting a second before pushing his sweats and compression shorts to the ground.
“You listened to me.” He slid his thumb into the waistband of my leggings and tugged them down. “Good girl.”
I bit my lip and watched as he climbed onto the bed.
Marco stepped into the room, undressing.“I had an idea the other night.”
“Yeah?” Derek asked, not taking his eyes off me as he straddled my thighs.
Marco dropped his briefs and came next to Derek. “Move here.”
He directed Derek to spread my legs open and then sit on my left leg while he sat on my right. “You’ve noticed how sensitive her tits are right?”
Derek smirked. “Yeah, I picked up on that.”
“Think we can make her come without touching her anywhere else?”
My eyes widened. “Umm, no.”
This wasn’t what I signed up for. I wanted fast and hard. Marco was always welcome to join, but I was hoping for a repeat of the pool, taking them both at once. Not this.
“We can try.” Derek ignored me.
“I don’t even know if that’s possible.” Sure, I heard some women could orgasm just from nipple stimulation, but I never had.
“Anything’s possible.” Marco winked. His hand landed on my hip, and he traced his nails up my stomach until he was cupping my right breast.
I groaned and closed my eyes. There was nothing wrong with trying.
Derek’s mouth closed around my left nipple. His tongue slowly dragged over the peak, again and again.
I sighed, losing myself to the sensations, and ran my hand through his short, dark hair.
Marco’s fingers dug into my ribs, clutching and releasing as he squeezed my breast in sections until he pinched my nipple.
“Fuck,” I moaned, slapping my hand against his back, then digging my nails into his skin.
“I think it’s working.” Marco sounded too pleased to be right.
I opened my eyes and tried to glare, but he smirked and flicked his pointer finger over my tip.
I bit my bottom lip, fighting against the gasp, but he must have seen it in my face.
“You like it rough.” It wasn’t a question. “You like when we bite and suck and tug.”
I nodded, and Derek’s eyes flashed to mine, rocking my nipple between his teeth. He increased the pressure until it was too much, and I bucked my hips, tightening my grip on both of them.
“Oh, she liked that, brother.” Marco leaned over and circled his tongue in wide circles around my breast, getting closer and closer to the center.
I tugged on his long strands, and he finally claimed the peak, pressing his flat tongue in slow strokes.
I moaned and wiggled my hips again. “I need more.”
My core throbbed, edging closer to an explosion, but this wasn’t enough.
Derek released my nipple with a pop.“Don’t stop.”
Marco shook his head against me and hummed. He bit and lifted an inch. A shot of pain was wiped away by intense pleasure.
Derek chuckled. “Oh, fuck. Do that again. She loves it.”
Marco did, lifting high this time, stretching my nipple to the limit, and biting down harder.
I cried out, gripping his hair as tight as I could.
“Do it again, but open your mouth,” Derek coached.“I want to watch.”
Marco obeyed. It hurt so fucking good.
“Do you need more of that, love?”
I nodded. “Please!”
Derek’s mouth was back on me, and they alternated sucking, biting, and lifting.
Sweet agony. I cried again. It was too much. Hurt, stung, but also had my pussy dripping.
I needed one of them to touch me there. One finger. One tap on my clit, and I’d die.
“More!” I screamed.
Derek bit harder, and I cried out.
“Please! I––mo––!”
I couldn’t get the words out. All I knew was that I needed it.
“Come, princess,” Marco whispered before returning to his blissful torture.
“I can’t,” I gasped.
“You can,” Derek muttered before biting the underside of my boob. “Now.”
He pinched my abused nipple, and that was it.
The pressure in my core erupted. My back arched as the relief racked through me. I panted. My hips jerked.
Marco sat back with a satisfied grin. “Very good, princess.”
I narrowed my eyes then pushed on his shoulders. “Your turn.”