Page 192 of Knight’s Retribution

She winced when Grace turned back to her. “He’ll be fine,” Grace mouthed, gave her a thumbs-up, and led him out to the hall, closing the door after them.

Rocco looked a little stunned.

“I don’t know what happened,” she said. “One minute I was standing there, the next Chaos swung and I just…knew how to do…that.”

Rocco cracked his neck and shook out his arms, a goofy grin on his face. “You wanna go a round with your mate, pumpkin? You may be able to take Chaos down, but not me.”

She looked up at him and held her hand out, grinning as well. His grin widened, and he took it. Without giving herself time to think, she stepped back, lifted his arm, shot under it, and wrenched it up. Rocco went airborne, doing a full flip, and landed on his back with a thump.

He blinked up at her, his expression comical and utterly shocked.

“You were saying?” she said and wheezed, trying not to laugh.

He grinned back, all white teeth. “Oh, baby, it is on.” He sprang to his feet in a way that should be impossible for a male his size and moved around her slowly, looking for his opening.

She smirked. “How did you like being bested by your female?”

“Loved it. Made my dick hard,” he said with a wide grin, then pounced so fast she could barely track him.

He swept a leg out, trying to hook hers, but she sprang back, because weirdly, she knew it was coming a split second before he did the move. She threw a punch, and he blocked it, then the next. She threw another, and he blocked that too.

He was holding back power, hurting her wasn’t the aim, but every punch, kick, swing, the other deflected, like both of them knew exactly what the other was going to do before they did it.

And she did. She had no idea how it was possible, but she did. They both moved faster, Rocco’s massive chest pumping as they spun and ducked, weaved around the room. No one getting in a hit, not one. Kyler’s adrenaline spiked, elation filling her the more they moved, faster, faster…god, danced around that room. She laughed, exhilarated, and Rocco’s grin was wide and filled with the same joy.

Her next move, Rocco of course read, only this time he didn’t attempt to deflect it or counter it. No, he let her take him down to the mat, he let her straddle his hips.

“You’re fucking amazing,” he growled.

“So are you,” she said and slammed her mouth down on his in a wild kiss as adrenaline pounded through her body.

They went at each other’s mouths like it was key to their survival, and right then getting closer to her mate felt like it was. She would die if he wasn’t inside her right goddamn now. Her hands dropped to his running shorts, and she shoved them down, gripping his hard cock. Rocco’s hand lifted, aimed for the door, and the lock slid into place before he tugged at the top of her yoga pants.

“Need to roll off for a sec, baby, so I can get these fucking pants off.”

“Rip them,” she said, panting against his lips.

The sound of fabric tearing, first the seam between her legs, then her panties, came next. Kyler gripped him, lifted up, then sank down, taking him, all of him, to the hilt. Rocco growled and Kyler whimpered, shaking as he filled her. She planted her hands on his chest and rolled her hips, needing him moving inside her with a desperation that was so intense she felt mindless. Rocco’s hands went to her hips, holding her steady, and he thrust into her as she ground down on him.

“Fuck, Ky, look at you, baby. Shit, so beautiful.” He hissed out a breath. “That’s it, pumpkin, work it out on me, work it all out on me.”

She shook harder, his roughly spoken words vibrating through her chest. She dropped forward, her mouth taking his, and he kept hold of her hips, still thrusting into her.

“I want you on top of me,” she said against his mouth, needing more, deeper, harder. She needed more of her mate, and it surpassed everything else, any fears, any memories.

He paused. “You sure?”

“Yes. I need you to fuck me, Rocco. Please, fuck me.”

He growled, the sound ripping through the room, and he rolled them, his big body covering her. Then he was up on one elbow, hand buried in her hair, the other hooking her knee, holding her leg up and out, and he slammed back inside her, fucking her hard and deep, just the way she needed it.

Her eyes drifted shut, because, god, he felt so good…phenomenal.

“No, baby, look at me.”

She forced her eyes back open and held his navy-blue gaze as he took her in a way she needed so badly, in a way he hadn’t been able to since the last time they were together in her little apartment after her shift at the bar. There was no fear building, no need to pull away, no, she was present, she was right there with Rocco. Pleasure, joy, happiness, she got that just from looking into her mate’s eyes. Because her entire world was right there.

“Don’t stop,” she said.