22. Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-One

Locke

I had just got done doing a warmup. Maxing out on some weights on the other side of the gym, just enough to get the blood flowing to my muscles, to make me look like I had some definition. I knew I was going to look slimmer than my normal form. Being a rogue for many years had made me less defined. Fuck it, I was going to work with what I had.

Emm's narrowed eyes glanced down my torso, toward my sweats and back up my body. It was quick, but not quick enough. I gave her a panty-dropping smile and she sneered, crossing her arms over her workout top that could barely hold up her breasts.

And, fuck me, she didn't even take out her piercings as they pushed at the fabric.

Is she trying to kill me and every male in this gym?

"What are you doing here?" She cocked her hip.

I huffed and crossed my own arms. "Same as you, here for a good workout. And I challenge you. I think we might have an even match."

I turned, giving her a good view of my backside, and heard the quickness of her heart racing. She was trying to give me the cold shoulder, but I could smell her. Her arousal was undeniable.

I climbed up on the boxing ring. She huffed and puffed in exasperation and followed behind me.

"I don't want to fight you. I'd rather fight someone else."

I stood and looked around the gym. Members were punching bags, and others lifting weights. I cleared my throat, loudly and announced, "Anyone want to take on Emm for a spar?" The gym went silent, they all looked at each other and shook their heads.

Emm gazed around, grunted and walked over to Hammer. "Why not you? Come on." She pulled on his vest and he pulled back.

"Nuh uh, your thighs would break me, girl. And, I mean that in the most respectful way." He backed away, bowing his head.

Emm rolled her eyes. "Delilah, what about you?"

She shook her head. "I'm breastfeeding. You might punch my boob and milk would just shoot in your eye." She pointed at her eye exaggeratedly.

Emm groaned and leaned on the ropes, contemplating. Her nose twitched, and she sucked on her teeth while she thought.

I couldn't wait to get into that head of hers to know what she's thinking. I bet her thoughts were complicated as hell.

"Fine then, what are the rules?" Emm climbed up on the elevated platform and grabbed the tape to wrap it around her hands and wrists.

I was impressed, as she'd done this before and quickly got to work on the other hand.

Quickly, I explained the very few rules, leaving out about groping each other because, hot damn, I was going to grab every part of her.

Emm pulled back her hair, braiding it down her back. "No pulling my hair, that's only for special occasions." She chuckled and got into her stance.

Duly noted.

We both circled each other and the gym went quiet. It didn't bother me people were watching, but obviously Emm was getting nervous. Her heart and her breath were no longer in sync with each other, and her arousal was also growing.

Does she like fighting? Was this some sort of foreplay?

I'm here for it.

I tried my best to let her make the first hit and let her get me square in the cheek. I thought I owed it to her considering I had angered her by withholding my name.

"You let me have that," she hissed. "Fight like you mean it."

I burst into boisterous laughter, the joyous sound reverberating through the room. As my cheeks tingled under my fingertips, I couldn't help but revel in the sheer delight of the moment.

She circled around again, this time not even crouching. She was standing tall, like a luna would be. How she didn't know she's got luna blood running in her veins was almost comical.

I darted toward her, spinning her around, grabbing her forearm and pinning it, and me, behind her back. She slung her head back, hitting my cheek bone and stomping on my bare foot.

I grunted. She turned around and decided kneeing me in the balls would be the best option, but I grabbed her knee mid-air, and flipped her on her back. I fell with her, my cock landing at the sweet spot between her thighs. Her skintight black biker shorts and my sweatpants, the only fabric between us.

I was hard, so damn hard, and hurting from last night's affairs.

One knee was pushed up to her chest, keeping her nice and wide, while my body hovered over hers.

"You're flexible. That's good to know."

She growled at me and used the strength in her lower body to roll us both to the side until she was on top of me. Her cunt ground into me, and she pushed my hands above my head.

"You like being on top, that's fine. I'm into that too." I chuckled.

"God, do you ever shut up?"

I tilted my head and stared at her. The lights overhead were bright; fluorescents, hard on anyone's eyes, and now harder on mine because of my wolf.

The light created a halo over her head, making her face darker as she straddled me. It was like she was an angel, here to take my soul, crush it and spit it out.

She had a hold on me, and she didn't even know.

"Goddess, you're beautiful," I whispered.

She blinked and sat back, letting go of my arms.

"Excuse me?" Her face softened.

"You're beautiful. Stunning. Fucking strong. Do you need more adjectives? I don't have that many, not much of a word guy."

She scoffed. "You sure? Because you talk a lot to me."

I shrugged. "That's cause you're special."

She eyed me. "We're supposed to be sparing right now. Why are we talking?"

"Because, maybe, you don't want to fight me; because I don't necessarily want to fight you. At least, not here." I wink at her.

She emitted a low, menacing growl, sending a shiver down my spine. Instantly, an intense surge of desire coursed through me. In a swift motion, she lunged at me, her arm swinging towards my face. Reacting instinctively, I seized her arm, effortlessly overpowering her. Rolling on top of her, a rush of adrenaline fueled my movements. My throbbing shaft found its way between her legs while I rubbed against her.

I grabbed her breast and slammed my lips on hers. She didn't fight it. She'd got her hands in my hair, moaning my name. The room became silent, the doors opened and the lights went out, a signal that Hawke had everyone out.

She moved her hips in tune with me pushing my cock against her pussy.

"Mmm, Locke," she moaned into the kiss.

I grabbed her ass, squeezing the succulent meat.

"Damn, Princess, my name is good on your lips."

"Don't call me that," she moaned, when I reached up under her top.

I played with the barbell, tweaking and pulling. "This top needs to come off, I need to see it again. It's all I think about. And, that wet pussy."

"Dios Mio, you are so bad. I love it."

"If you think this is bad, you might be in trouble." I lowered my head, hiding my fangs, and ripped her tank from top to bottom. It ripped easily, then I pulled it apart and her breasts spilled out. "I can't decide what I like more. Ass or tits. It's a toss-up."

She laughed, and I suckled and pulled. The harder I pulled the more she whined. My body trembled at how my mate responded to my touch and my eagerness to keep pleasing her.

My wolf howled, his pants pounding in my head. "I need all of you exposed."

"Locke, there's people–" She gazed around the room and saw we were alone.

Her words died on her lips as I reached for her tight shorts and ripped them apart. Suddenly, she felt exposed and tried to cover herself. I swatted her hand away.

"Never," I let my growl consume the empty room, and she stared at me with wide eyes. "Never cover yourself. This body is a fucking temple, and I am here to repent of my sins."

Her body stiffened. "I am no saint, Locke."

I laughed. "Didn't say you were. None of us are. I said you were a church and, didn't you know, all churches are supposed to be full of sinners?" Her lips parted and I brushed my damp ones against them. "So, let me fill you up, Princess."

I pressed my lips to hers, slowly and sensually. Just enough to let those thoughts sink in. Because I was going to take her, I was going to fuck her senseless, and I would not be soft about it.

I'd waited too long—far too long—for a mate. Fuck the traditions I've read, we couldn't damn well do them now like I wanted. Not when time was short

Emm was mine and I'd take what I wanted. She was there, naked; fucking bare for me.

Fuck, it was going to be hard not to knot her.

I lifted my mate into my arms. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and her fingers delved into my hair when I pinned her to the boxing ring pole. Thankfully, it was double-padded because she was going to fucking need it.

My cock was fucking dripping. I felt the wetness on the front of my sweats. Moans into my mouth distracted me as I fumbled with the tie on the front.

"You're mine, Emm. I don't care what you say after this," I mumbled into her mouth. "Once it's in, that's it."

She hummed in agreement; I don't think she cared what I said, not that it mattered at this point. She was mine, like it or not.

I pulled my cock out of my sweats, rubbing my hand down my shaft and felt the bars with my fingertips.

My Prince Albert was covered in pre-come and my Jacob's Ladder was ready to be soaked. I tapped the tip against the wet folds of her pussy. She stiffened her legs around me and opened her eyes to see me; wild with desire.

"That's a b—" she breathed.

There was no way out of this. I could feel her shaking as she stared back at me, but I didn't show any weakness. The moment had finally arrived, and there was no turning back. I reached down and guided my throbbing erection to her entrance, pushing it forward with full force.

She gasped and buried her face in my neck, her nails digging into my skin. I could feel her pussy muscles tightening around my thick cock, gripping it like a vice. My heart raced as I thrust deeper into her, feeling her warmth enveloping me. We were truly becoming one, our bond strengthening with each thrust.

"Emm," I whispered into her ear, "you're mine, now. There's no going back."

She leaned her head back as I buried my cock into her. My hand snaked up between her breasts and wrapped around her neck. I gave her a gentle squeeze, my wolf prowling forward. He wanted to push our knot deep inside, but the human part of me—we just couldn't yet. Not when she didn't know.

But he didn't get that message.

He forced himself forward and squeezed our hand around her neck, to let her know he would never let her go. I expected some push-back. My mate was her own woman, she'd lived alone for years and taken care of herself. I expected her to thrash and fight, but do you know what my luna did?

She smiled.

She ran her hand up my arm as I slid my piercingcovered dick in and out of her body. Her hand squeezed over mine, having it go tighter.

"I like it a little rough," she moaned, so I squeezed a little tighter.

My cock twitched and I pumped my cock harder into her body, hearing the groans of the pole against my thrusts.

Her eyes locked onto mine and her lips parted in anticipation. The room filled with our ragged breaths, the sound of skin slapping and the scent of passion and desire. I could feel my wolf bristling at the edge of my consciousness, eager to mark her, but I held it back for now.

I couldn't, not yet.

I thrust harder, the pace increasing as Emm's hips met mine, her body eager for more. I could feel the wetness that coated her folds growing, a testament to her arousal. My hand tightened around her neck, a silent reminder that she was mine, and I would never let her go.

I watched her face, her eyes locked on mine, her lips parted in a silent plea for more. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, mingling with my own. I could feel the tension building, the pressure of our impending climaxes threatening to consume us.

"You're mine, Emm," I growled, my voice a low, primal rumble, "and you know it."

She moaned, her hips bucking wildly against me. "Fuck. Yes, more. God, you feel good!"

I thrust harder, my cock sliding in and out of her wet heat, my piercings rubbing against her sensitive flesh. Her cries echoed through the room, mingling with my growls of satisfaction. The room was alive with our sounds, our desire and our need.

I felt the familiar twitch in my groin, the telltale sign of my wolf's knot preparing to release. I held it back, not yet ready for that final, irrevocable bond. But my wolf was insistent, and I knew that soon, very soon, I wouldn't be able to help but plant it inside her body and make her fully mine.

Emm's body trembled, her eyes wide with pleasure, and I knew I could delay no longer. My wolf surged forward, demanding to mark her as his own. I squeezed her neck, prepared to unleash my seed and coat her walls.

She grabbed either side of the ropes, her body glistening with sweat as she threw her hair back.

And as I felt my knot swell, I felt her body shake, her muscles tightening around my cock. Her eyes locked onto mine and her lips parted in a silent plea.

"Take it," I growled. "Take me, take everything I have to give!"

I gripped her ass, and her pussy strangled me. I couldn't stop myself and buried my teeth into her shoulder.

My mate cried out, her pussy fluttering around my cock while I shot stream after stream of my seed.

Her body relaxed, after she experienced the first orgasm from her mate, and her legs fell from around my body. I held her up, though, my hips still lightly thrusting to push more of me inside her.

My cock was still streaming load after load into her pussy, it was running down her leg and the front of my pants—fuck, it was a beautiful sight.

I laid her on the boxing mat, as she was panting, with her arms wrapped around me. Her hips were pushing against me, begging for more.

I let go of her shoulder, watching the blood trickle down her skin. I licked it clean, feeling the sweetness of her blood in my mouth.

My mate moaned, pushing her chest up toward me. I kissed her breasts, letting my cock fall from her body. She whined in protest and I pressed my fingers between her legs, scooping up my come and pressing it back into her.

"Shh, it's alright. I'll make it all better." I rubbed my fingers around her clit and she rode them, being greedy. "Fuck, you want more?"

My cock had stayed hard, and my knot was sensitive. I didn't know if my wolf would let me take her again without putting it in her body.

"More," she begged.

"You're come-drunk, aren't you, Princess?" I chuckled and kissed up her breasts, to her neck. I admired the bite mark. It wasn't deep enough to mark her, but everyone will know I'm close.

It took a lot of restraint not to bite too deep.

"That was—wow! Yes, I want more." She reached down to grab my cock, but I pulled her hand away.

My knot was swollen, it should be rooted deep within my mate, seated in her tight cunt and nestled within her warmth. But, being a fit mate, I've kept it to myself and now I'm going to pay the consequences later.

"Why aren't you naked?" she sobered.

I rubbed the back of my head. "I just— little shy, I guess?" I continued to shove my come back into her body. "Today was about you and—" I pulled my sweats over my erection and my, still very tender, knot.

She pushed me off and got up - the come dripping down her leg - and she hopped down from the boxing ring. "Do you have some sort of disease on your dick you don't want me to see? Is that why you won't let me see it?"

I reared my head back. "What? What are you talking about?"

Emm, shook her head and grabbed a random shirt hanging on the ropes. Some other male's shirt.

I snarled and stood. "Take that off."

"No." She stood firm and pulled it over her body. She tilted the chair where the shirt lay over and it crashed, echoing into the empty room and walked toward the door.

I jumped from the ring and stalked toward her. "Take. It. off."

"Fuck you!" she roared.

I chuckled darkly. I didn't think I'd ever had anyone tell me that in all my years since I arrived on Earth. It was–refreshing.

I grabbed hold of her shirt, gathered it in my fists and ripped it from top to bottom. Before the shirt fell to the ground, she landed a punch right to my nose. I stumbled back feeling blood tinge the back of my throat, where she'd broken it.

I snorted loudly, letting out a haughty laugh and wiped away the single drip that fell from my left nostril. "I was going to offer you my shirt instead of that sweaty one."

Emm stood there, her beautiful body marred with my marks and bruises, completely unashamed. I turned, grabbed my black shirt and handed it to her.

She ripped it from my hand and stalked out the door. My wolf snarled and bashed against me. My skin itching and the fur on the back of my neck sprouting.

Fucking hell—what a time to shift.