I glance up to find my fighters watching with undisguised hunger. Cruz has already unbuckled his belt, hand wrapped around his cock. Beside him, Micah moves closer, dropping to his knees.
“Fuck, let me,” Micah murmurs, replacing Cruz’s hand with his mouth.
Cruz tangles his fingers in Micah’s hair, guiding him down with a throaty groan. “Always knew that pretty mouth would be good for more than talking shit.”
Jonah and Remy exchange a heated look before Remy grabs Jonah by the back of the neck, pulling him into a rough kiss. Their hands fumble with each other’s pants, bodies pressing together against the edge of the ring.
I thrust harder into Theo, driven by the sight of my fighters losing control around us. “Look at what you started, wildfire,” I growl in his ear. “Got everyone so fucking turned on they can’t help themselves.”
I turn my attention back to Theo, slamming into him with renewed intensity.
“That’s it,” I growl. “Everyone’s watching you take my cock.”
I increase my pace, watching Theo’s body respond to every thrust. The sounds filling the gym—Cruz’s grunts as Micah works him with his mouth, Jonah and Remy’s bodies slapping together against the ring—only drive me harder. The knowledge that my team is seeing this side of me I felt ashamed of for months sends a rush of adrenaline through my system.
“Look at them,” I growl into Theo’s ear, pulling his head up by his hair so he can see everyone around us. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Everyone watching me fuck you?”
Theo moans, pushing back against me. “Yes, Daddy. Show them who I belong to.”
I grip his hips harder, changing the angle until I find that spot that makes him cry out. His back arches beautifully, head thrown back as I hit his prostate with each thrust.
“You close, wildfire?” I demand, feeling my own orgasm building at the base of my spine.
“Yes—please—” Theo gasps, his voice breaking. “Please let me come.”
I reach around to grip his cock, stroking in time with my thrusts. “Not until I say.”
The muscles in his back tense beneath me. I can feel him fighting for control, trying to hold back until I give permission. I slow my pace deliberately, drawing out the torture.
“Beg for it,” I command. “Let them hear how much you want it.”
Theo turns his head, and our eyes lock. Something in his gaze shifts—a challenge, a spark of defiance beneath the submission. For a moment, I see a glimpse of the Theo who commands rooms at Eclipse, the one who bends others to his will. Even in this position, spread beneath me for everyone to see, there’s power in the way he looks at me.
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THEO
Victor’s cock fills me completely, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I never imagined he’d take me here—in the center of his domain, surrounded by his fighters. The thought alone makes me dizzy with arousal.
“Let them hear how much you want it,” Victor growls, his breath hot against my ear.
I meet his eyes, unable to hide my satisfaction. He’s claiming me publicly, something I never thought possible months ago when he could barely look at me outside a locked room.
“Please,” I moan, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Please let me come, Daddy.”
Around us, the gym has transformed. Cruz looms over Micah, who’s bent over a weight bench. His tattooed hands grip Micah’s hips as he drives into him hard. Micah’s face contorts with pleasure, his earlier cockiness replaced by raw need.
“Fucking take it,” Cruz grunts, the muscles in his arms flexing with each powerful thrust.
On the other side of the ring, Jonah has Remy pressed against the wall. Despite Jonah’s smaller stature, he controls the pace, his hips snapping forward as Remy’s head fallsback, mouth open in silent ecstasy. There’s something beautiful about the contrast—Jonah’s compact power against Remy’s lean frame.
Victor pulls my hair harder, forcing my back to arch. “You like seeing them all lose control because of us?”
“Yes,” I gasp as he hits my prostate. “God, yes.”
His pace increases, body covering mine completely. The ring ropes creak with each thrust, adding to the symphony of groans and skin slapping against skin that fills the gym.
“They’re watching you take my cock so well,” Victor growls. “Showing them exactly who you belong to.”
