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Fucker.
Despite his words, his arms loosen and I see the flutter of his muscles a split second before his arm extends. I twist, taking the blow to my arm. His touch is hard, but nothing compared to what it would be if he were in gargoyle form, and I love it. Any of my other guys would be going easy on me. Not him, though. Not Brax.
He knows just how to extract every piece of effort from me. He tears at my rage and my pent-up frustrations, giving me an outlet to exert them. This is just like when he told me to run, only this time, I’m already in his grasp.
I duck down quickly, his arm not fully retracted as I kick out, the top of my foot connecting with his thigh. He doesn’t stumble, not even a little, but that wasn’t my intention. A smirk is on his face, just as I expect, his arms angled down slightly as if he’s about to retaliate, but as I plant my foot back on the ground, I shift to the right, dodging his move as I connect my fist with his stomach.
A whoosh leaves his lips, the surprise in his eyes heating as he stares down at me. My hand aches from the tight bundle of muscles I hit, but I don’t dare shake it out. Instead, I focus on stepping back as I reach my full height again.
My chest rises and falls, heavy with every breath, but to my surprise, Brax’s is the same.
His arms drop, swinging at his sides as he assesses me. I don’t know what game he’s going for here, but I refuse to let my guard down. My hands flex, my knuckles whitening as I try like hell to keep my body as relaxed as possible, but the longer he stands there, the louder my pulse thumps in my ears.
It’s on the tip of my tongue, ready to call him out on whatever game plan he has, but he speaks first.
“You’ve got from the count of three, Shadow.” His voice is croaky, the husky tone and words themselves render me speechless as I gape at him.
Wait, what?
My lips part, but nothing comes out.
“Three…”
Three? What the… “For what?” I manage to blurt, but he shakes his head, taking a step toward me, and I instinctively take a step back. The heat in his eyes grows brighter with the simple move.
“Two…”
“Brax.” His name is a yelp on my lips as I involuntarily back up another step, even though he doesn’t move.
“One.”
I’m rushing for the house before he finishes that one single syllable. I spring the door open, chancing a sneaky glance over my shoulder, and I know I made an error immediately.
His hands grab my waist, hoisting me into the air as I squeak like a damn fool. Instead of continuing to march into the house, he spins us around, heading in the opposite direction as my stomach hits his shoulder.
I’m panting, helpless, and filled with adrenaline.
“You should have started running sooner, Shadow,” he states, striding across the grass so casually it feels surreal.
“You could have given me longer,” I grunt, wiggling in his hold, but I don’t move an inch.
“That’s it, Raven. Fight me. Just how I like it.”
I still.
Fuck.
My eyes fall closed, my core clenching at the tinge of promise in his words.
I don’t want to fight, I want to succumb to him, but once again, I’m reminded of the Brax that chased me through the academy grounds, smashing the glass to get into the house so he could fuck me into the sofa.
That version of him is like throwing air magic at my already burning flames.
Wetting my lips, I slam my hands against his ass, trying to lift up, but I don’t get far. “Put me down,” I demand, my voice raspy as he chuckles, his back rumbling with the movement.
“You’re going to have to be louder than that, Shadow.”
This time I slam my fists into his ass, swinging my legs around as I fight against his hold. The adrenaline pours through me, ignited by the pushback as Brax’s hold tightens, encouraging me more.
