Page 216 of Blackwood

I reach down, lift her effortlessly, crashing my mouth to hers. The kiss is messy, desperate, our breaths tangled and harsh. I taste myself on her tongue, which only starts to wake Little Lex back up.

“That was fun,” I say, trying to catch my breath.

She laughs, “I knew you had some pre-fight stuff to burn off, baby.”

That word…baby? Damn it, I’m already hard as steel again, because apparently Little Lex has zero concept of self-control around this woman. I yank her leggings off, then pick her ass up and slide my hands beneath her thighs. She wraps around me, her legs tightening at my waist as I push into her in one smooth, deep thrust.

Her head falls back. “Lex, ah! This was supposed to be about you, not me.”

I growl into her neck, voice dark. “You are about me. Every fucking inch of you.”

I move with hard, fast thrusts that knock the breath from her lungs. That force her to feel every inch of me. I hold her in the air like she weighs nothing, like she belongs nowhere else but right here. In my arms. Around me. On me. With me.

Her nails rake down my back, leaving red trails I’ll feel for days. Her breath stutters against my ear, hot and shaky. Each drive of my hips rip a moan from her throat, each sound mine.

I can’t stop. Won’t stop. Not until she breaks apart in my arms. Not until her body screams my name.

She shatters with a cry that punches the air from my lungs. Her legs tighten around me, and I let go, grunting through clenched teeth as I spill inside her. We collapse into it, a tangled heap of sweat and skin. Her head rests against my shoulder. My arms lock around her like she’s the only thing holding me together.

“I love you,” I whisper, brushing her tangled hair off her face.

She looks up, cheeks flushed, lips still kiss-swollen and smiles that damn smile that always floors me. “I love you too, Lex.”

She bends to grab her clothes, slipping her leggings back on one leg at a time, smoothing her crop top over her ribs. The second she reaches for the door, I tug her back into my arms and kiss her once more slow, deep, and hungry all over again.

“Baby,” she laughs against my mouth, “I have to go. Rico’s waiting, you need to start warming up. Plus, I still need to go check on my fighters.”

“I don’t want you to go,” I mutter, burying my face in her neck.

“I’ll see you soon,” she says, lips brushing my ear. “I’ll be the one with your name plastered on my chest.”

I stare at the door she disappeared through, already missing her, and the second I remember what she’s off doing—checking onherfighters—I swear something primal flares in my chest.

Our girl is so moving in tonight.

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The four of us Kings sit in the warm-up room, glued to the screen like a bunch of restless wolves. They stream the event back here so we don’t lose our damn minds waiting for our fights. Usually, it’s background noise. Not tonight. Not with her out there.

The lights in The Pit drop to blood red and Knox’s voice rips through the sound system like thunder. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the biggest goddamn fight in The Pit’s history!”

The crowd ignites.

“But before we bring out our fighters, I wanna introduce my favorite ladies. I like to call them the Knockout Queens of our Hollow Kings… The Trifecta!”

The crowd damn near explodes when the girls walk out.

Fuck. Me.Knee-high leather boots. Black one-pieces that shimmer like a goddamn midnight dare and dip so low I can see the curve of Bella’s sternum from here. Side cutouts, fishnet tights. Rico, you genius, insane little bastard. You actually did it. My girl looks like war and a wet dream had a baby.

“Thank you, Knox. We’re happy to be here. And Knox was right, we do have one hell of a show for you tonight.” Bella says toward the crowd.

“Damn, cuz. Your girl is fine as hell. Look at those – ”

I snap my head toward Rez. “Watch it.”

Rez laughs. “Chill. I’m just giving you props.”

“Give me props silently,” I growl, eyes locked back on the screen.