2. Rurik #2
This is a normal reaction. I’d be more concerned if my dick wasn’t enjoying this. It’s the best part about being bisexual and a psychopath.
“Submit,” I growl with a huge smile on my face.
He shoves at the blades in a last-ditch effort, but I’m ready for him, using my weight to keep them right where they are. “Fuck you.”
I get in his face. “Now who’s turned on?”
“Get off me.”
“You haven’t submitted yet.” I grind into him again, just to drive my point home.
“Stop that. You have a serious problem.” He squirms and he’s got to be able to feel how hard I am. Maybe he’s toying with me.
I groan. “Yeah, I do. A big one. Want to help me out with it?”
His eyes widen as he takes my meaning. “Fuck off.”
“I’d rather fuck you.”
“Keep your vile suggestions to yourself and get off me.” His body feels good under mine. I should want to beat him to keep him out of Legacy, but I don’t want to. I want to keep playing with him.
I’ve made him mad. “Yield then. Because you’re the one keeping me between your thighs, baby. And it’s starting to look like that’s what you want.”
The last of the fight goes out of him. “Fine. I submit.”
“No funny business,” I say, sitting back, letting my pressure off the swords so he can swallow again.
He’s breathing hard, chest heaving while his eyes promise revenge, but he doesn’t move, and I know he wants to act out. He’s got control. It’s impressive. Fighting is my favorite kind of flirting, after all.
I let the pressure off my sword entirely, waiting to see what he’ll do. But he doesn’t move, so I push to my feet and step back, caught re-sheathing my sword when he kicks up.
I’m barely fast enough, pulling it again to parry his attack. He comes at me with a violence he didn’t have in our first round. We’re both moving so quickly the other Legacy members stop to watch.
Did my comments hit too close to home?
He’s even better than I first thought. Maybe I underestimated what he’s capable of. Maybe he has a special talent for destruction I was unaware of. Hell, maybe I’d sign up for some ruin the way he’s wielding his sword.
His rage fuels him instead of making him sloppy.
“Fuck. I love a man who can use his anger,” I say between breaths.
“You’re unbelievable.” He’s irate, and I like it.
I shouldn’t, but I do.
What kind of siren is this guy? I haven’t been this turned on by anyone ever.
But he’s getting tired and I just have to wait him out.
When I finally find my opening, I roll my blade around his and flick my wrist, sending his rapier flying. In what should be my moment of triumph, he tackles me.
Bravo mother fucker.
I love the audacity.
I land on my back, but I like the pain, and it doesn’t faze me. I’m ready for the fight as he lands over me. I hook my leg around his back and send us rolling again. Both of his legs around my ass, wrestling for control while pulling and tearing clothes as we fight.
I get a hold of his arm and twist it behind his back, using the leverage to flip him onto his stomach.
In the next second, I’m straddling his ass, all my weight pressed into him.
I put my lips next to his ear. “Is two rounds enough, or do you want a third beating before I fuck you?”
“There’s something wrong with you.” He fights, trying to push up on his knees, grinding his ass into my dick as he does.
“If you keep doing that, I won’t be responsible for what I do to you.”
“You’re not going to break my arm.” He’s twisting his arm even harder trying to break free. It’s got to hurt. I admire his willpower and ability to push through the pain.
“I wasn’t talking about breaking anything. I was talking about your ass.” My cock is already leaking, and fuck, I want him bad.
“What about my ass?” He’s still wrestling, bucking against me, unwilling to give.
He isn’t used to losing and it makes me even more into him.
“You’ll be responsible for draining the hard-on you’ve given me.” I press my hips fully against his ass so he gets the idea.
He instantly stills. “I’m not gay! Get the fuck off of me.”
“Are you going to behave?” I laugh, not sure why I’m even asking. Because he didn’t the last two times.
“Yes.”
“I don’t believe you, pretty boy, but since we’ve got quite the audience, I’ll let you go this time. As I’d prefer to have you to myself the first time. I don’t like to share.”
Now I’m just pissing him off on purpose. I like to play with my toys, sue me.
“What do you mean the first time? We’ve already sparred” He’s on his feet as quick as I am, setting his jaw. “And they are already watching.”
I drop my voice locking eyes with him. “The first time I make you come, baby.”
His neck flushes more than from just the exercise. “Do you like to harass all the men you fight?”
“No, just you.” I have to let him know this is a first for me too. “We can enjoy it together.”
“You’re something else.” He stalks away, retrieving his dagger before turning back towards the woods.
“Where are you going?” I ask, way more amused than I should be at some random prospect.
“You beat me. I’ve failed.” He doesn’t turn around.
“I never said those were the rules.”
He stops.
“If you want a chance to join, you better fucking stay.”