24. Kaylani
Chapter 24
Kaylani
A s Jake slips away into the crowd, leaving a trail of unease in his wake, my attention shifts back to the ring where Vaughn and Dane prepare to face off. The announcer steps aside, and a hush falls over the crowd, anticipation hanging thick in the air like a heavy fog. My heart quickens its pace, mirroring the intensity of the moment unfolding before me. Watching the two fighters circle each other, a surge of nervous energy courses through me. Vaughn is a force to be reckoned with, a predator stalking his prey with calculated precision.
He has at least a half a foot on Dane, giving his arms a longer reach. But there's a flicker of something dark in Dane's eyes, and somehow, I predict he won't fight fair. My mind flashes back to the night Vaughn was stabbed, the memory playing on a loop in my head. The sight of him lying in the back of Creed's truck, blood pooling beneath him, filled me with rage. And now, as I watch him square off against Dane, that same feeling of apprehension tightens its grip on my chest.
Beside me, Creed is tense, his jaw clenched tightly as he watches the fight unfold. I can feel the coiled tension radiating from him, and his protective instincts are on high alert. Just like me, he's reliving the trauma of that night, the fear and anger bubbling just below the surface. Dane throws the first punch, landing his hit square on Vaughn's jaw. I gasp, turning into Creed's chest. "I can't watch this," I murmur.
"Tiny, look," Creed urges softly.
I let out a long breath, willing myself to find the strength to face the scene before me. Slowly, I peel myself away from Creed's chest and glance back at the ring. Vaughn's lip is split, blood trickling down his chin. He wipes the blood away with the back of his hand, a feral grin spreading across his face. "My turn," Vaughn taunts, his voice a low, menacing growl that sends shivers down my spine. It looks as if he let him get one good punch in before he takes over the fight completely.
"Damn," I say under my breath, and Creed chuckles, his breath brushing against my ear.
"Isn't he so fucking hot, tiny?" Creed murmurs, his voice darkening with lust.
I nod, my breathing ragged as I watch Vaughn's confident swagger. He delivers a jab, followed by a right hook both into Dane's gut. The raw power he exudes is intoxicating, and I'm drawn to his movements like a moth to a flame.
Behind me, Creed's grip tightens slightly around my waist as he tugs me against his chest. He's just as affected by the sight as I am. My eyes never leave Vaughn, and the sensation of Creed's body pressing into mine from behind sends a shiver down my spine. The warmth and strength of him, coupled with the raw power and skill on display in the ring, create a heady mix of tension and arousal.
"Look at him go," Creed murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Vaughn's unstoppable."
I nod, unable to tear my eyes away from the scene before me.
Creed's lips brush against my earlobe, and I feel a rush of warmth. "You like watching him, don't you? Seeing all that power and strength on display."
"Yeah," I admit, my voice barely audible. "It's... intoxicating."
Vaughn's blows are relentless, each strike delivered with precision and force. Dane, despite his smaller size, tries to retaliate, but Vaughn's sheer strength and determination are overwhelming. The crowd's cheers and jeers fade into the background as my focus narrows to the two fighters, their every movement a brutal dance of power and skill.
"He knows what he's doing," Creed continues, his voice a seductive purr. "Every punch, every kick—he's in complete control."
Vaughn lands a solid blow to Dane's midsection, and the crowd roars its approval. I can feel Creed's excitement. His body presses more tightly against mine, his hand subtly squeezing my waist.
"Imagine what it's like to be on the receiving end of all that intensity," Creed whispers, his words sending a thrill through me. "To have all that focus and energy directed at you."
My breath catches in my throat as I picture it, the raw power and determination in Vaughn's eyes. I can't form words, only managing a shaky nod.
"Do you know how crazy it made me to know the two of you were together?" Creed's voice is a low growl, his breath hot against my ear. "At first, I was a little jealous, I'll admit. But the way you moaned for him, Kaylani." He groans, pressing his erection into my back and sending heat pooling at my core. "I've thought about it ever since. Fantasized about what it would be like to have you both."
The imagery his words conjure is almost too much to bear. I close my eyes, letting the sensation wash over me.
"Would you like that, tiny? Being so utterly consumed by us both that you can't think," he continues, his touch trailing lightly over my hip. "Can't speak," he kisses my neck. "When all you can do is take what we give you."
A moan escapes my lips, involuntary and raw, as I surrender to the sensation of his mouth on my pulse point.
"It would be overwhelming in the best way," Creed adds, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of my neck. "Just like this."
I shiver, my body responding to his touch, every nerve ending on fire. The intensity of the fight and Creed's teasing words blend into a heady mix, making it hard to focus on anything but the sensations coursing through me.
Vaughn's fists fly with brutal efficiency, each hit landing with a sickening thud that reverberates through the crowd. Dane staggers, but manages to throw a wild punch, grazing Vaughn's jaw. Vaughn barely flinches, wiping the blood from his lip with the back of his hand before retaliating with a vicious uppercut that sends Dane reeling.
Vaughn delivers a powerful jab, and Creed's grip tightens. "You see that? Pure dominance."
Vaughn lands another powerful blow, this time to Dane's jaw, sending him staggering back. The crowd erupts in applause, but all I can focus on is the fierce determination in Vaughn's eyes. He won't back down, not now, not ever.
"He's incredible," I whisper, more to myself than to Creed.
"He's a beast," Creed murmurs, his voice thick with admiration. "And he's ours ."
The possessiveness in his tone sends a thrill through me. "Ours," I repeat, savoring the word.
My breath hitches.
Vaughn lands a final, devastating blow to Dane's temple, and the smaller man crumples to the ground, unable to continue. The crowd's roar is deafening as the ringleader steps in, declaring Vaughn the winner. A mixture of relief and pride washes over me, and I sag slightly against Creed, who holds me up with gentle strength.
Vaughn stands tall in the ring, chest heaving, sweat glistening on his skin. He looks over at us, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. I can't help but smile back, my admiration for him growing with each passing moment.