Arabella's Revenge

Nicky’s POV 

Sweat drips down my face, some getting into my eyes. A few pieces of hair slip free from the tie at the back of my head. My muscles tense with anxious adrenaline. My opponent, some kind of cat shifter, I think. Maybe a tiger? His eyes flicker.

Yup, definitely a tiger.

“We could be happy.”

Goddess damn it! The tiger strikes out with his right fist, I duck. He stumbles. I take the opening. Jumping to my feet I slam my fist into his gut. He doubles over. Throwing another punch at him, this one to his jaw sends him reeling backwards. Landing on the mat at our feet.

“I could be your chosen mate.”

A growl slips free, but in the noise of the warehouse it isn’t caught by anyone by my opponent. A bell sounds above our heads. The ref enters the cage with a large smile on his face as he approaches me.

Before he can touch me, I reach down, hand out to help my opponent up. Once we’re both on our feet I turn to the ref, allowing him to lift my arm in the air.

“Our winner for tonight’s main event is the reigning champion, Nicky the machine Donahue!” The crowd screams out their appreciation.

“Hey man, that was a great fight.” I say to the man next to me.

“One of these days I will kick your ass, Donahue.” He smiles as he slips away, heading towards the open gate. I follow him, allowing my mind to wander. This cage has a few more fights tonight. A few women looking to make some money.

Fucking Katryna. She’s been gone for months, almost a year. She won’t leave my mind. Her words replay like broken records.

Did she ever love me?

Was I really that lonely that I was willing to consider making her my female gamma?

We enter the locker room, and I can’t contain my rage any longer. My fist collides with the brick wall just inside the door. My strength is hard enough to break skin, but it doesn’t matter.

As a shifter I’ll heal faster than a human. Much faster. I bet the open wounds will be gone before I even make it back to the pack house. The bruises will probably take a little longer. Tomorrow morning perhaps?

“Something bothering you?” His deep voice should calm me but instead it makes me whirl around and strike at him.

Malachi has known me for years, he’s a manger at one of the Inns I run so it’s only natural that I would bring him in on this employment opportunity too.

My fist doesn’t collide with his face or his body in any way. Quick like lightning his hand snaps out and grips my wrist stopping my fist before it even reaches him.

“Yeah. We’re not doing that. Whatever girl has you stuck in your head needs to be dealt with. You can’t bring that shit here. You could get yourself or one of the other fighters seriously hurt, man.” He lifts one of his eyebrows as he stares me down, hand still around my wrist.

“Fine.” I mutter pulling my hand free. I turn from him and head towards my locker. “If anyone else touched me like that I’d have knocked them out with my other hand.” I mutter, yanking the door open.

“No, you wouldn’t have.” Malachi leans against the wall, the one I punched, arms crossed over his massive chest. “I watched your fight.” He says slowly.

“And?” I unwrap the tape from my hands, wadding it up and dropping it onto the bench beside me.

“Where were you?”

“What the hell’s that supposed to mean?” I snap, turning to face him, one leg on either side of the wooden bench.

“It means you were in your head. You weren’t paying attention out there.” He kicks off from the wall and takes a step closer to me. “You and I both know you could have ended that fight much earlier.” His brow lifts again.

“It’s nothing.” I grumble, lifting my leg and turning back toward my open locker.

“Listen, if you don’t want to talk about it. That’s fine. But you invited me to join you so you could fight more and look out for the fighters less. If you can’t get your head in this, you will get someone hurt.”

“Yeah, yeah I know.” I rip the tie from my hair, allowing it to fall down into my face.

“Do you?” He asks with concern.

“I’ll sort my shit out.” I look up at him, eyes still filled with worry and concern for me. “When are you getting back in the ring?” I ask with a wiggle of my brows.

“The end of the month like usual.” He must see the glimmer in my eyes because he adds “Why?”

“Fight me.” I say confidently, standing to my feet with the towel in my hands.

“Last time we did that you got your ass handed to you.” Malachi’s lips twitch, like he wants to smile at the memory.

“This time I’ll be the one in the winners circle.” I clap him on the shoulder as I walk past him, heading to the showers.

“Only if you get this shit sorted out.” His arms cross over his chest again.

“Done.” I smile brightly.

“You have two weeks, Nicky.”

“Easy.”

Or I hope it will be.

My wolf has been quiet. I can still feel him and shifting isn’t a problem but he’s sad and angry just like I am. Katryna played us. She put the Luna and the Alpha pups in danger and I still can’t even figure out why.

What was her end game?

I turn the water on, stepping back as it warms. Turning towards the mirror I can see blood drying on my face. A small cut over my left eyebrow.

Maybe Malachi’s right and I’ve been more distracted during fights this week.

’Come on, Nicky. She was just a girl. Get over yourself.” I mutter.

Turning back toward the shower I drop my shorts as the door to the locker room opens, small steps echo off the empty room, and I know whoever it is will be coming my way any minute.

I have just a second to decide if I want to bend down and pull my shorts back up or if I want to just step free of them and slip into the shower. My eyes flicker between the two options and instead of picking one I just… freeze.

“Nicky?” a soft feminine voice calls.

“In here, doll.” I call back, I don’t even know who it is. Embracing my nakedness I run a hand through my hair and straighten my spine.

A pretty blonde thing turns the corner, her eyes eating up my naked form. Her little pink tongue darts out to lick her lips and I can feel my cock swelling.

“See something you like?” I ask.

“I certainly do. You need any help in that shower?” she purrs, her brown eyes meeting mine with heat.

“I wouldn’t say no to an extra set of hands.” I smirk.

***

My hand fists into her blonde hair as he mouth wraps around my cock and her hands rest against my thighs.

“Fuck baby, that feels so good.” My hand tightens as my hips buck faster chasing my second orgasm. “You swallow my cock like such a good girl.”

She moans at my dirty words, and the vibrations do my in. My balls tighten as I pull her down the length of my shaft, her nose hitting my pelvis. A deep guttural moan fills the shower as I shoot ropes of my cum down her throat. She’s gagging on my cock, and I know I should pull back, let her breathe but she feels so good. So tight. So warm.

Her little hands tap against my thighs, her way of telling me she’s had enough and I know longer have a choice. My hand loosens it grip on her hair, and she pulls free looking up at me. Tears slide down her cheeks and a bit of my cum leaks down the side of her mouth.

“Thanks baby.” I whisper, pulling her to her feet and swatting her on the ass. “Time for me to get washed up and head out. Maybe I’ll see you around.” I turn from her, not before I see the look of sadness flicker across her face.

“I thought that maybe we could…”

“I don’t do relationships. Thanks for the sex. Really you were fantastic.” I cut her off, unwilling to hear her ask for more. I don’t have more to give. I didn’t ask her to come in here. She came on her own, and she should leave that way too.

I grab the body wash, squeezing it into the washcloth in my hand before running it over my body. Lucious, my wolf growls in my head. I can’t tell if it’s in annoyance at me for fucking yet another woman or if he’s annoyed that she still hasn’t left.

The rings of the shower curtain drag across the rod as she slips out. I can hear her muffled sobs as she collects her things and leaves.

I didn’t invite her in here. I tell myself.

I’m such an asshole.

Lucious grunts and I can’t help but feel he agrees with me.