“Absolutely not,” Archer says first, the most abrupt, and the loudest. “What a fucking terrible idea,” Beau says secondly. “No,” Steven says simply, as if this is all a scientific process he can refuse. “You can’t take it back,” Wyatt says. “The challenge has been cast and accepted. It’s the r
I need the element of surprise to have a hope’s prayer of winning, so I fake like I mean to go left, but actually go right. Yet before I can even wind up for my jab, Archer moves so fast, I don’t even see him move. Next thing I know, I’m on the floor with the wind knocked out of me. Archer stands
Long after Archer’s more personal training, he decides to actually help train me to fight. Eventually Beau comes to help, though most of his advice continues to be about how reckless I was to even consider fighting someone with a wolf. After that, when Neil is feeling a bit better, he comes down t
Even rusty, his strength is impressive. As are the toned muscles in his arms and his chest. What has he been hiding under all that looser clothing he wears? Gods, he’s probably just as hot as his three brothers. My libido takes the helm in my brain for a hot moment and I find myself pressing back
I sit in the chair pulled up beside Neil’s bed while one of his doctors gives Neil a checkup. Even though I’m not a big fan of medical procedures and stuff, I force myself to watch diligently as the doctor checks his pulse and then inspects the spider web of poison across the Neil’s chest. The doc
I sigh a little more, because yeah, this has turned into the speech I expected. You are going to lose, Chloe, he says, albeit with much nicer words. “Though I will tell you this,” Neil says. The worry falls away, solidifying into a cruel sort of darkness hallowing his features. “When the fight is
I’m down in the exercise room, practicing my punches on a punching bag when Beau comes in behind me. He watches me for a while. I feel the heat of his gaze on my back. Maybe I through a few punches extra hard just to impress him, but I’ll never tell. Either way, he doesn’t seem all that impressed.
My legs are wrapped around Beau’s waist. My arms are over his shoulders. Both of his hands are cupping my ass, at least until we come to a door. Then, we have to break, so that he can throw it open. When we are inside, he turns us. He slams the door closed, then pushes me up against it. His mouth