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Our conversation is cut short as Saint enters the rings and the crowd goes insane for him. I understand the obsession. He is a work of art. Butterflies batter my stomach as I watch him bounce on the balls of his bare feet and shake out his arms.
I smile. Tonight is the night we both live out a fantasy. My perfume blooms and he shifts his attention in my direction as he inhales picking up my scent in the crowded room. He pauses on the other side of the chain fence, his fingers threading through as he watches me.
"I'll make this quick," he says.
"Not too quick I have money on three rounds," Austin replies.
"Kiss for luck?"
I lean forward and press my lips to his, and he pulls away grinning.
"You know he doesn't need luck out there right?" Sin asks shooting me a look as he twists around to watch his new mentor. "He is really good."
"Then you have a good teacher, and you can win next week." I link my fingers through the holes as I press as close as I can to the ring.
The announcer recites the rules he does every match and then steps out of the way as the bell sounds. Saint dodges a right hook, before landing a firm fist into the alpha's ribcage, doing his dance of figuring out the weaknesses. Before I know it the round is over, the second beginning after the small break.
After the second he leans against the fence and looks over at my brother. "You see how he drops his elbow? When he does that he is opening up his opposite side. Overcompensating. Whoever you fight next week will have the same kind of tells. If you pay attention you can catch them." He wipes his arm over his sweaty forehead and heads back to the center of the ring again.
My brother would hate it, but every single time Saint cares enough to teach Sin something I want to reward my alpha in the bedroom. My whole pack has taken Sin in as a family member, and it has really helped him heal a little.
“Sin, I’ll be back, in, uh a little, stick with Felix,” I say as Saint knocks out his competition.
I giveAustin and Felix quick kisses and then dance through the crowd as I head for the backrooms. Slipping into Saint’s dressing room I perch on the small table in the center of the space. My stomach flips and my pussy clenches around nothing as anticipation has my hormones kicking into high gear.
As the doorswings open I bite my lip and watch Saint as he catches sight of me. He grins, the door slapping shut behind me as he prowls across the room. His musk is heavy in the air, mixing with my perfume.
His hands landon my hips gathering the thin material of my dress in his fingers. “Is this what I think it is?” he husks, pressing his forehead against mine.
I walkmy fingers down his slick chest to his fighting shorts. “That depends on what you think this is,” I reply.
It doesn’t take morefor his lips to crash into mine, and him to pull me into his arms, wrapping my legs around him and exposing my bare core to him as my dress rides all the way up.
“Fuck,you planned this didn’t you?” He growls low in his throat, nipping at my lower lip as he walks me into a wall, pressing my back against the firm surface. He slips his hand between us as he frees his length from his shorts, the hot press of him against my already heated folds has me panting, a small whimper coming out freely.
“If I did,I expected you to be knot deep inside of me already,” I say against his lips.
He groans. "Fuck, you have a mouth on you, I love it," he says between kisses.
Then he slips into my pussy with a fast thrust, his fingers going into my hair as he single-mindedly thrusts into me. He nips at my skin as he kisses his way down the side of my throat, his hot pants of breaths against my flesh are everything.
With one arm securely around my waist, he steps away from the wall and turns, aimlessly finding the table again. He presses me into the solid surface, dragging my knees up so he can go deeper. His knot almost pushes inside my pussy with each stroke.
"Saint, harder," I order. I love him like this, on the verge of losing control. I can see it flash in the depths of his eyes, as his inner alpha takes over completely.
The table scrapes across the floor with every forceful meeting of our bodies. The slapping of skin, moans and gasps of pleasure, and Saint’s harsh breaths the only sounds between us as he destroys me from the inside out.
His fingers dig into my hips in the best possible way as I tumble into the abyss of pleasure. He pulls out, without knotting me, his seed making a mess of the floor and table.
He leans over me, pressing his forehead to mine again. "I'm going to expect this going forward," he says before pressing his lips to mine.
I huff out a happy laugh. "That makes two of us," I reply.
"I'll clean this up, and we can join the others," he says as he tugs me to a sitting position and fixes my dress the best he can without me sitting up.
* * *
Our laughter ringsout over the empty diner. We are the only late-night customers, and we are piled into one booth. Sin and Saint sit across from Felix, Austin, and me. The table has all of the guys' favorite foods and I can't think of a different life.
