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Corvus... I had no fucking idea because I’d never seen him lift a finger. All he needed was his voice and the authority it commanded to get shit done. For all I knew, he could be a crap fighter. But I knew he packed heat, and I had no doubt about whether or not he knew how to use it. Learning to shoot would’ve been one of the first things Diesel St. Crow taught his adopted son.
Rook, though…seeing him now, he was not only dominating this fight, but also playing with his food like an animal toying with his kill before the final blow. I knew that if I had any chance with him, it would need to be at a distance.
I needed to brush up with my blades.
I’d practiced throwing all oftwicesince I arrived at Briar Hall. I’d need to keep that skill more honed than that if I stood a chance.
The first round came to an end and while Conor fell onto his stool and barely had the energy to lift his head to accept the straw his buddy offered him, Rook paced the ring. Only when Corvus climbed up and corralled him to his corner, did he go.
I paused my slow turn about the room and narrowed my eyes, watching Rook come back to himself. The faraway look in his eyes faded, and his heavy breaths subsided. He blinked, and it was like whatever possessed him in that ring was gone. He’d managed to beat back the beast within. Rook sagged a bit and pushed away the water, shouting something at Grey I couldn’t hear over the crowd.
Grey’s eyes narrowed, and his head turned on a swivel. Corvus’ did, too.
Fuck.
I spun, finding a heavy dark curtain and slipping behind it. It was dark back here, but I could make out the shapes of heavy bags, weights, stools, and other equipment. Not a gym exactly, that would likely be under lock and key, but maybe a storage area.
I waited until the bell rang again and the second round started before I leaned against the wall to peer out the slit at the edge of the curtain. The burning desire to watch Rook too much to deny.
My lower lip stung as I bit down on it, getting momentarily distracted by his ink. It covered him almost completely from his waist up. Two full sleeves stretching down to cover his hands. One of them stretched over to cover his right pec and creeped up the side of his neck. And his back...holy motherfucking shit. His back was fully covered in an angry crow captured mid-flight. Surrounded in expertly shaded clouds that appeared to be dripping blood instead of rain.
In the myriad of black lines and swirls and shapes, I could see stars, feathers, flowers, a portrait of a woman with long dark hair. And a roughly done tally grid running up the inside of his left forearm.
I could imagine what it was meant to keep track of.
He was a fucking masterpiece.
If he was a Saint, I might have to start praying.
No, Ava Jade.
Shit.
My stilted breath left my lips in a sigh, remembering why I was here. Why I needed to…
What did I need to do?
Blood burst from Conor’s nose as Rook landed a vicious hit, his eyes slanted and wild as whateverdemoninside of him took over once more.
I double checked to make sure no one could see me from my dark corner, hidden away behind the curtain, and licked my lips as an ache formed between my thighs. I twisted, leaning back against the cool wall to try to stifle theneed,but it was too strong.
I hitched up my dress and braced my heel against the edge of a flat bench and tipped my head to the side to keep eyes on Rook through the slit at the edge of the curtain as he accepted a blow from his opponent and made a show of looking dazed when the sharpness in his stare told me he was anything but.
Moving my damp panties aside, I circled my slippery cunt, biting down hard as the sensation pulsed through my whole body, making my legs shake.
Holy shit.
Rook jabbed Conor in the ribs, and IswearI heard bone crack, even over the roar of the bloodthirsty crowd.
I moved my fingers faster, breaths coming hot and quick through my parted lips.
This is bad.
This is so fucking bad.
This is incredible.
Rook’s dark eyes swung over the crowd between blows, catching on mine. A wicked curve drew up one corner of his bloodied lips and my lips parted in a silent surrender as my orgasm threatened to send me to my knees.
