Page 77 of Knight’s Retribution

“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.

“Not stopping, baby,” he said and dipped his head closer.

She curled her other leg around his waist and lifted her hips, taking him even deeper, their movements growing rougher, wilder. Then it hit her, her orgasm rolling through her with force, making her tremble and scream out Rocco’s name.

His curse was loud and rough, and then he shoved in deep, pulsing inside her, coming hard on the tail of her own, prolonging it.

Panting, he dropped his head, resting his forehead against hers. “Christ,” he rasped.

Kyler was panting as well, running her hands over his shoulders and along his back. “How is it this good? It keeps getting better.”

He lifted his head, and his eyes came back to hers. “Because this isn’t just sex, it’s not even making love, Ky. What we have is on a whole new level. The connection we’ve got is so much more now than it ever was, and what we had before was pretty fucking spectacular…” He huffed out a breath. “Add in your strength and the way we can go at each other now and it’s on a whole new level.”

She stared into his eyes and brushed her thumb over his cheek. “I can’t get enough of you.”

He made a rumbling sound deep in his chest and kissed her. It instantly grew heated, and when he finally lifted his head, he was hard inside her again. She rolled her hips, and he growled under his breath.

Trailing her hands down his back, she reveled in the feel of his muscles and smooth skin. “You felt it, didn’t you, when we were sparring?” she asked.

He thrust into her slow and deep, and she whimpered. “Yeah, I felt it,” he rasped, dragging his nose along her throat and sucking on her sensitive skin.

“I-I knew what you were going to do before you did it.”

He lifted his head. “Me too.”

“How do I know how to fight?” Because a few training sessions with Grace had not made her some expert combat specialist.

His lips brushed hers again, and they both groaned when he pushed back in deep. “It’s what you were born to do, Ky. And we’re going to test just how far that goes.”

Chapter 22

The training had been intense. Roc glanced at his mate, but Kyler was all in.

Today they were outside, using the large bare lot at the front of the compound to make things more difficult.

Rocco held out an arm, and Kyler hooked hers through it and swung over his back, deflecting Grace’s strike while Roc and Chaos went at each other. Grace didn’t have the same power as Kyler, but she and Chaos trained together every day, they knew each other’s moves, and were getting better all the time at reading each other. The four of them had been sparring a lot the last couple of days.

The objective of this session was to get the prize and run it to a point on the other side of the lot, in this case, a tube of Pringles. The couple who managed to do it, won.

Chaos got a hit in, slamming Rocco in the stomach, and knocked the tube from his hand. Scooping it up, Chaos spun and ran for the compound main gates—the finish line.

Kyler was suddenly in Rocco’s face. “Throw me.”

He paused, but he knew, somehow, he knew she could take it, and so did his mate. So shoving aside his fears, he picked her up and fucking threw her at Chaos. Kyler landed a couple of steps behind him, rolling into her landing, and threw out a foot, hooking him around the ankle. Chaos went down as Kyler sprung up.

Grace was barreling toward her. Kyler tagged the Pringles that were rolling lazily across the concrete and sprinted toward the gates.

“Fuck me,” Rocco muttered when she reached the winning mark.

“Was I seeing things or did you just throw your female across the lot?” Kryos said from behind him.

Rocco turned away from Ky, who was currently doing her dorky victory dance, while Grace laughed and Chaos scowled. Kryos stood with his brows raised and a grin curling his lips.

Rocco could barely believe it himself. “Yeah, apparently, that’s what we do now.”