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More excitement flooded Foi’s system, and he bounced on the balls of his feet.He couldn’t fucking wait.
Jaygen sighed. “Oz—”
Oz moved faster than the both of them and was in front of Jaygen in a second. His white hair fell from his bun as he leaned over. No words came out of his mouth, but that was no surprise. Oz rarely spoke but still communicated in his own way.
“Fine, you can watch,” Jaygen offered.
Foi was pretty sure Oz was the only one who ever got their way with Jaygen. Well, and Arden, but he was their boss, so he didn’t really count.
“But Oz, if it gets to be too much you leave,” Jaygen said. He lifted his hand at the anger that showed on Oz’s face. “I won’t promise you I won’t kill him. Our beasts need this too much to pretend.”
He wasn’t wrong, but it surprised Foi that Jaygen was admitting it. Foi knew why his wolf was riled up, but why was Jaygen’s tiger on edge?”
“Why?” Foi asked.
Normally Foi wouldn’t give a damn, and yet he couldn’t quite squash his curiosity. Oz crossed his arms, and it seemed he wanted to know why as well.
There was a small tick in Jaygen’s jawline. He probably hated having to explain himself, but tough shit, Foi wanted to know.
The scent of fresh blood surrounded them, and Foi glanced down Jaygen’s body and saw blood dripping from his clenched fist.
“Because I could do nothing for him,” Jaygen confessed.
The room went eerily silent. Any normal person would go comfort Jaygen and give him sweet nothings to help him feel better, but that wasn’t Foi, and that wasn’t the relationship they had. But more than any of that, Foi understood what Jaygen was talking about. He felt it his own damn self. A frustration that he couldn’t do anything to help Porter even if it was before they had ever met.
Foi took a step onto the mat. “Let’s do this, pussy cat.”
Oz brushed his arm against Jaygen before he moved in front of Foi. He didn’t look too happy with them, but there was an understanding in his black eyes. Oz laid his large hand on Foi’s shoulder and gave it a light squeeze before moving off the mat and pulling a chair over to watch them.
A part of Foi wanted to tell Oz he needed to leave. The vampire was old and could handle blood, but there was no doubt going to be flesh torn too. It would trigger any supernatural. But the determined look on Oz’s face gave Foi pause. He knew anything he said would be ignored. So instead, Foi focused on his opponent.
Jaygen didn’t hesitate, his claws were out, he moved forward and swiped. Foi moved just in time to avoid his face being ripped off. Jaygen’s claws still scraped down Foi’s chest, drawing first blood.
Foi growled, his wolf battering around inside of him as he lunged for his opponent. They swung and dodged fatal hits. But just as Jaygen continued to make Foi bleed, he did the same. He was giving as good as he got. Sweat coated his skin as he forced his body to heal the damage as fast as he could, all while he continued to inflict his own damage onto Jaygen’s flesh.
Foi side-stepped and punched Jaygen square in the jaw. As he tried to jump back, Jaygen moved with a calculated quickness Foi hadn’t seen coming. He grabbed Foi’s arm and twisted it at an odd angle, wrenching a growl of pain from Foi before Jaygen turned his own body and it forced Foi to follow the momentum or risk dislocating his arm and possibly breaking it in the process. Everything screamed in pain, but he didn’t want to stop fighting yet.
Jaygen flipped him and Foi was ready for it. The moment his back hit the mat, he got his feet under him and pushed toward Jaygen throwing him off balance. Foi wrenched his arm free, pushed himself off the floor and followed through with quick punches and a few swipes with his claws. Jaygen recovered quickly and went for Foi’s neck. The cut there was shallow, thankfully, as Foi hopped back.
Foi felt the devilish smile form on his lips. His wolf was having just as much fun making Jaygen bleed.
“What’s the matter pussycat, aren’t you going to shift?”
“It would end this too quickly. I like the way you bleed too much to end things,” Jaygen said coolly.
Foi’s cock took that moment to perk up like the sick fuck it was. It shouldn’t have sounded so good, but Foi pushed all other thoughts to the back of his mind.Focus. He was supposed to be fighting.
Blood decorated the white mat and there was no telling the difference between whose blood was whose. Jaygen rolled his shoulders, his usual perfectly groomed blond hair disheveled, and pieces flopped to the front of his face and clung to his sweaty forehead.
“Ozni, if it becomes too much you, go get Cy,” Jaygen ordered. His gaze never left Foi as they circled each other once again.
Both of them had their fingernails shifted along with their teeth. Foi wanted to glance at Oz and make sure the silent vampire was okay, but he didn’t dare give Jaygen an opening. He knew the tiger shifter wouldn’t hesitate to take it and rip Foi’s throat out. Death being a possibility was the only reason Foi was even fighting, the rush keeping him in control and not just a mindless wild animal.
Foi licked some blood from his lips, the copper tang like sweet dessert on his pallet. People like to think only vampires craved blood, but shifters enjoyed it too, especially on a fresh kill.
Foi moved in, dropping down the moment he was close to Jaygen and tried to swipe his feet from under him. But Jaygen was quick and moved out of the way, but not before he got a punch in. More blood joined the already ruined floor.
“What are you two doing? I want to play, but I want to be at the bottom.” Cy walked up to the mat as if two bloodthirsty beasts weren’t fighting.
