My Alphas' Dark Desires-Chapter 94: Definitely Hard

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Chapter 94

~Valerie’s POV~

Kai caught me mid-strike, twisting my wrist, flipping me halfway—but I recovered fast, spinning inside his hold and driving my knee up toward his ribs.

He deflected, barely, then swept my leg again, and this time I didn’t land clean.

I hit the mat hard as the breath left my lungs.

Before I could move, recover from that hit, Kai’s knee pressed to my shoulder, pinning me. His hand hovered just over my throat—not enough to touch, but the warning was there.

"Point," he whispered.

I glared up at him, chest heaving, cheeks flushed.

Cocky bastard.

He offered his hand. I slapped it away and pushed myself up.

"Fine," I muttered. "One-one."

He backed off with a smirk, brushing sweat from his brow. "So... your turn."

My eyes narrowed.

I took a step back, breathing hard, eyes narrowing. "Well?" he asked, eyes twinkling. "We both agreed."

I reached for the hem of my top, dragging it off slowly, revealing the sports bra underneath before yanking it over my head quickly.

The cool air kissed my skin, and I kept my expression neutral even as Kai’s smile faltered, just for a second. I saw his gaze dip, just once, to my creamy cleavage and he swallowed.

I swore I saw something twitch beneath his waistband. My lips curled at the side.

Kai looked up, gaze unreadable now. "Cute."

I gave a mock curtsy. "You’ll need a better compliment if you want to survive the next round."

Astra stirred, smug and purring. "He likes what he sees."

I tossed the shirt aside and dropped back into stance. "Try not to drool."

"Oh, I won’t," he murmured, but his jaw twitched, said otherwise.

We circled each other again. The tension between us was thicker now, heavy with unspoken things. Kai moved first again, but I was ready this time. Every block brought us closer—closer than necessary.

Then his arm slipped around my waist, pulling me back against his chest as he tried to trip me.

And I felt it.

Definitely hard.

Astra laughed in my head. "Oh, he wants us."

As if catching on, he pushed my back forward from him and released me.

We stood on opposite ends of the mat again, both of us sweating, flushed, and refusing to back down.

My chest still rose and fell from the last round—skin glistening beneath the gym lights, and Kai’s eyes?

Yeah. They weren’t staying on my face.

His gaze dipped, lingering a fraction too long on the curve of my chest. The sports bra held everything in place, but I knew what he saw. My cleavage peeked with every breath, and despite his best efforts to stay cocky and aloof...

He was absolutely affected.

I swore I saw him shift his stance, subtly adjusting the front of his trousers, not that it mattered anymore.

Astra snickered in my head. "He’s twitching, Valerie. You’ve got him right where you want him."

"Eyes up here, Draven," I said sweetly, cocking my head.

He didn’t flinch. Instead, he slowly lifted his gaze, his voice low and gravelly. "I’m just admiring the view before I take you down again."

"Confident," I snickered, lowering into my stance. "Let’s test that."

This time, I moved first.

I launched at him with a burst of speed that would’ve caught most off guard, but Kai was no ordinary opponent.

He blocked my first strike with a solid arm, caught my second punch at the wrist, and twisted his body to drive me back.

I flipped midair, landed hard, and slid backwards on the mat.

My knee twinged, but I recovered fast. He was already on me—powerful and precise. His movements were aggressive, and every strike was calculated to overwhelm.

I parried a blow meant for my side, spun under his outstretched arm, and caught him in the ribs with a sharp elbow.

Kai growled, and his body crashed into mine with brute force, lifting me clean off the ground.

We tumbled.

His weight pressed me into the mat briefly, just long enough for our faces to be inches apart. His breath hit mine, and for a moment, the fight froze.

"Getting tired yet?" he asked, lips brushing the shell of my ear before biting on it and I shuddered just from that contact.

"Never," I breathed back, shoving him off with a powerful kick to his chest.

Kai rolled, snarled, and came at me harder. He wasn’t just fighting now. He was trying to dominate.

He grabbed my wrist mid-strike again and pinned me from behind, chest flush against my back. And that’s when I felt it again.

Hard.

Oh boy... the mighty Alpha Kai Draven, stiff as a rock.

He was still fighting, but his body had other ideas.

My brain screamed stay focused, but a wicked part of me responded. Without breaking the hold, I inhaled sharply, muscles locking.

My hand flew up mid-motion—half instinct, half mischief—reaching for my bra strap, letting it slip down my shoulder just an inch, slowly and deliberately of course before I caught it and adjusted it back up.

Kai’s grip faltered.

That half-second hesitation was all I needed.

I ducked out of his grip, spun, grabbed his wrist, used his momentum to flip him and slammed him to the ground.

Quickly, I straddled him before he could react. My knees pinned his arms down, and I leaned close, face inches from his, just enough so he could hear my voice over his rapid breathing.

"Submit."

His emerald eyes burned up at me, wild and dark. He didn’t speak at first. His jaw clenched.

"Say it, Kai," I teased. "Or would you rather pass out from thigh pressure?"

He muttered something incoherent.

"What was that?" I leaned lower, lips near his ear.

"Damn, girl. I said..." he grunted, eyes narrowing, "fine. I submit."

I rolled off him like a damn queen and stood over his sprawled form.

"Now," I said, breathless but smug, "take off your trousers."

Kai growled under his breath, but a grin tugged at his lips.

"You’re enjoying this way too much."

"Rules are rules, Draven."

He sat up, legs stretched, hands hooking the waistband of his pants. "You want a show?" freewёbnoνel.com

I folded my arms. "Go on then. Let’s see it."

And God, the bastard made a show of it. Kai stood tall, fingers moving slowly, teasing the edge of his waistband.

He turned slightly as he dragged his pants down over those thick thighs, like we were at a damn club, not a training arena, revealing firm legs and boxers stretched across his hips.

He didn’t rush. Didn’t break eye contact. Every movement was deliberate.

Kai let them fall around his ankles, then stepped out of them with the grace of someone who knew exactly what he was doing to me.

He stood there in snug boxer briefs, muscles flexed, ass tightly toned, smirk firmly in place, hard on proudly showing, though surprisingly he had softened a bit.

Astra howled her approval.

"Better view from down there?" he teased.

I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t help the laugh that slipped past my lips.

I swallowed. Hard.

"That’s enough for you?" he asked, voice a little lower now.

I tried to hide the heat rising to my face. "Barely."

He stepped closer, towering over me now in nothing but his black boxer-briefs, chest rising and falling, muscles taut and gleaming under the arena lights.

"One more match," he challenged.