Page 34 of Forged Alliances

“You’re fighting a wolf tomorrow,” she said, her eyes gleaming with confidence. Her body moved with that same assuredness, one that made him burn for her all the more. “While you were able to rely on your speed with Dorlan, your next opponent will be faster. He might not have the forest for stealth, but he’ll be unpredictable.”

“Thanks for the heads-up, Yoda,” he responded, stepping in closer. The moment he moved, she crouched on guard, ready for him. With her sort of vigilance, he wasn’t going to get a blow in without her being able to absorb it. “What’s your take on getting past that obnoxious guard of yours then?” he asked, pacing around her as he waited for an opening to present itself.

Wolves might be vigilant, but cats were patient, and Dax had an incredibly long fuse.

She shrugged. “There’re no guarantees in a fight. Every person is different. However, one thing that most folks underestimate is sacrifice. I’m not saying go and get yourself mauled.” She pursed her lips, fixing him with a look. “However, everyone expects self-preservation to kick in. If you’re backed into a corner, don’t be scared to try something crazy. Better to risk than get killed.”

Dax had been closing the distance between them, inch by inch, as she spoke. Wrapped up in her words, she hadn’t noticed the gradual transition. His hands slipped around her waist before she could throw another punch.

“Gotcha,” he murmured in her ear as he drew her close. The spice of her scent, the heat of her body pressed against his, was enough to throw his senses into overdrive.

Sierra’s lips curled in a sensual smirk that traveled straight to his cock, which ached at this point. The urge to tackle her and claim her rode him fiercely, but he had the perfect target for that pent-up frustration tomorrow morning at the match. The big bad wolf wouldn’t know what hit him.