A small gasp escaped her and I gave her a moment to push me away, but she didn’t.
My throat bobbed as I stared down at this perfect creature who’d captivated my dreams. She was the most beautiful mare I’d ever seen, and I couldn’t believe the way she was looking at me right now.
I threw caution to the wind, leaning down and pressing my mouth to hers, stealing a kiss that didn’t belong to me, but I took it all the same. She resisted for half a second then melted against me, drawing me closer as passion and need drove us toward each other.
“Tyler,” she said against my mouth.
“Forget Tyler,” I insisted.
“Hard to forget him when he’s standing right here,” Tyler growled then he grabbed the back of my shirt, ripping me away from Sofia.
I turned to him, stamping my foot in rage and our foreheads slammed together as we whinnied furiously at one another.
“The rest of us are also here,” Darius said, scaring me out of my damn mind as I whipped around and found him, the twins and the other Heirs all waiting to get by. In my lust, I had totally forgotten that we’d left the classroom together and like a fucking awkward duck, here I stood, making a damn scene, blocking the tunnel so they were all just forced to watch me.
“Oh, er, sorry,” I said. “I’ll let you guys go.”
I took a step to my left but so did Darius. I jerked to a halt and moved right but he did that too, the awkwardness intensifying as Tory sniggered beside him. The third time it happened, Darius huffed a cloud of smoke into my face, grabbed my arms and lifted me up, planting me against the wall so that the entire group could file past us.
I glared at Tyler through the line of them as they went and the moment they’d all headed off down the tunnel, we lunged at each other again, our foreheads butting, whinnies filling the air.
“You think you can touch my girlfriend and get away with it?” Tyler snarled.
“She wants the strongest Pegasus, Tyler, and that’s me,” I insisted.
“Stop it,” Sofia snapped. “I like both of you, okay?” she tried to pull us apart, but we ignored her, our heads knocking together once more as we fought for dominance, trying to force the other one to submit.
I was so sick of Tyler acting like I was less than him. My instincts demanded I crush him beneath me and claim my rightful position as Dom of our herd. I’d fallen for Sofia a long time ago, and yeah maybe I knew it wasn’t my right to move in on another guy’s girl, but this was more than that. It was a need of my Order. I had to claim her as I had to claim the Dom position. And it wasn’t some primal claiming either, I loved Sofia. And I wanted her as mine in every way. To fly at my side as my mare and ride through clouds and rainbows together.
“That’s it,” Sofia huffed as Tyler and I started shoving each other. “Until you can figure this out between you two, I’m done.”
“What do you mean done?” Tyler rounded towards her in alarm.
“Done, Tyler,” she said firmly. “I can’t handle all this aggravation anymore. I’m barely even glittering lately, I need a relaxed environment. This isn’t healthy for any of us.” She sighed, looking between the two of us with want in her eyes then she turned and walked away from us with a sad whinny, disappearing after the others who had headed towards the dining hall.
“Now look what you’ve done.” Tyler shoved me in the chest and I stumbled back into a wall. “Everything was fine until you showed up with your stupid quaffed hair and your hot as fuck abs, and now your fucking dijazzle to top all other dijazzles. It’s bullshit. And you know what?” He grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled it off, tossing it away. “I’m done with this game. You wanna try and take my position, then come at me Xavier!” He slapped his hand against his bronzed chest. “We fight and whoever wins claims the Dom title once and for all and the other one has to suck it up and never challenge the other again.”
“Fine by me,” I said, pulling my own shirt off and stamping my foot in preparation of the fight.
“Oh, hey there boys,” Washer purred as he appeared at the end of the corridor in his speedos, a towel draped over his arm. But he wasn’t heading to or from a bathhouse in this tunnel so why the fuck was he dressed like that? “Do you need someone to referee your little spat? I’d be more than happy to offer my assistance.”
I wrinkled my nose and Tyler folded his arms like he was trying to cover up some of his muscular chest.