wasn’t even breathing hard. “We can pick back up this evening after dinner. We need to work on more holds.”
“Wait, tonight is another special dinner for the fighters to celebrate the start of the circuit. There’s going to be a band and Sersan says there’ll be a dance floor, too.”
“If you would rather dance all night instead of practicing the moves needed to ensure you live through your first sanctioned fight, then by all means go ahead.”
“We can at least go for a little bit.”
He nodded his head in agreement. They stared at one another without saying anything else. Then he let himself out of the cage.
“Are you sure this looks okay?” Rachel asked Sersan and Alana. She felt so small compared to these half-alien beings. They were beautiful and exotic. Even Sersan with her oddly shaped, scaled head was hot. Sersan wore a green sparkly halter dress. Alana had a flowing pale yellow dress that complimented her lovely blond hair. Rachel was feeling insecure in comparison.
“I think you look hot, for a human,” Sersan said.
Rachel wore a black sheath dress that left her shoulders bare. It clung to her curves like a second skin. It hit three inches above her knees. If she were any taller or the dress any shorter, she wouldn’t have been able to bend over at all without exposing herself. She started to pull her hair up in the usual ponytail, but Alana stopped her.
“It’s so silky and shiny. Do all pure humans have hair this soft?” Alana asked as she helped brush Rachel’s hair into golden blond waves down past her shoulders. She learned the hard way that her hair was a liability. During one of her practice matches, the female Priman, Gana, had used her hair to pull her back into a submission hold. She was reconsidering shaving it off, but it was too late to do that now.
“Zen is going to fall all over himself trying to convince you to go back to his room with him.” Alana giggled as she put the brush down.
“What about … the other male fighters?” She almost asked what would Rage think. She caught herself just in time.
Sersan shook her head. “Zen will be more receptive to humans than the rest of the men.”
“So none of the others, except Talon and Zen, have been with humans before?” She found that hard to believe.
Alana blushed. “Of course the men have had sex with human women. Some have shared multiple women at the same time. But other than the occasional sex, none of them have tried to build a relationship with a human, except for Talon.”
Hearing that made Rachel feel slightly depressed. Why should it bother her that Rage only thought of human women as good for a fuck but nothing else? She wasn’t here to start a relationship anyway. She was here for an investigation. She hoped to get some time alone with Talon to try and get some more information from him. He’d been opening up slowly about Lindy. She forced herself to push away her thoughts of Rage and focused on Talon.
Chapter 8
Holy shit! Rage held his breath as he watched Rachel talking with Talon in the corner of the banquet room. She wore a tiny black dress that left nothing to the imagination. Every curve was hugged by the thin material. His cock was stiffer than the steel bars of the fight cage.
It was bad enough watching the easy camaraderie she had with his friend, but now the other men were clamoring for her attention as well. Hammer was there with his impressive size, though he would never make a move on Rachel because he was shy when it came to women. Taurus had been drinking and was showing off by finding things to climb. He growled when Zen stepped closer to get her attention. His fingers rubbed up and down her arm, lingering there longer than necessary.
His beast roared to life , demanding he cut off Zen’s offending hand and claim his woman. Where the hell did that come from? She wasn’t his. He stormed up to the group.
“I will be in the training facility if you want my help.” He
“Wait, tonight is another special dinner for the fighters to celebrate the start of the circuit. There’s going to be a band and Sersan says there’ll be a dance floor, too.”
“If you would rather dance all night instead of practicing the moves needed to ensure you live through your first sanctioned fight, then by all means go ahead.”
“We can at least go for a little bit.”
He nodded his head in agreement. They stared at one another without saying anything else. Then he let himself out of the cage.
“Are you sure this looks okay?” Rachel asked Sersan and Alana. She felt so small compared to these half-alien beings. They were beautiful and exotic. Even Sersan with her oddly shaped, scaled head was hot. Sersan wore a green sparkly halter dress. Alana had a flowing pale yellow dress that complimented her lovely blond hair. Rachel was feeling insecure in comparison.
“I think you look hot, for a human,” Sersan said.
Rachel wore a black sheath dress that left her shoulders bare. It clung to her curves like a second skin. It hit three inches above her knees. If she were any taller or the dress any shorter, she wouldn’t have been able to bend over at all without exposing herself. She started to pull her hair up in the usual ponytail, but Alana stopped her.
“It’s so silky and shiny. Do all pure humans have hair this soft?” Alana asked as she helped brush Rachel’s hair into golden blond waves down past her shoulders. She learned the hard way that her hair was a liability. During one of her practice matches, the female Priman, Gana, had used her hair to pull her back into a submission hold. She was reconsidering shaving it off, but it was too late to do that now.
“Zen is going to fall all over himself trying to convince you to go back to his room with him.” Alana giggled as she put the brush down.
“What about … the other male fighters?” She almost asked what would Rage think. She caught herself just in time.
Sersan shook her head. “Zen will be more receptive to humans than the rest of the men.”
“So none of the others, except Talon and Zen, have been with humans before?” She found that hard to believe.
Alana blushed. “Of course the men have had sex with human women. Some have shared multiple women at the same time. But other than the occasional sex, none of them have tried to build a relationship with a human, except for Talon.”
Hearing that made Rachel feel slightly depressed. Why should it bother her that Rage only thought of human women as good for a fuck but nothing else? She wasn’t here to start a relationship anyway. She was here for an investigation. She hoped to get some time alone with Talon to try and get some more information from him. He’d been opening up slowly about Lindy. She forced herself to push away her thoughts of Rage and focused on Talon.
Chapter 8
Holy shit! Rage held his breath as he watched Rachel talking with Talon in the corner of the banquet room. She wore a tiny black dress that left nothing to the imagination. Every curve was hugged by the thin material. His cock was stiffer than the steel bars of the fight cage.
It was bad enough watching the easy camaraderie she had with his friend, but now the other men were clamoring for her attention as well. Hammer was there with his impressive size, though he would never make a move on Rachel because he was shy when it came to women. Taurus had been drinking and was showing off by finding things to climb. He growled when Zen stepped closer to get her attention. His fingers rubbed up and down her arm, lingering there longer than necessary.
His beast roared to life , demanding he cut off Zen’s offending hand and claim his woman. Where the hell did that come from? She wasn’t his. He stormed up to the group.
“I will be in the training facility if you want my help.” He
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