“Come now, let’s see you limber up first,” Washer encouraged before starting to do lunges. “Follow my lead. Like this. Get deep into the glutes.”
I glanced at Tyler as he grimaced.
“Wanna go to my room for the fight?” Tyler muttered and I nodded quickly, the two of us turning and cantering away from Washer as fast as we could.
“Don’t be like that!” Washer called after us. “At least remember to oil up your bodies before you get started, it’ll help keep your movements nice and fluid.”
“Ew,” I ground out.
Tyler shuddered and I was relieved when we made it to his room and he pushed inside. I followed him, rolling my shoulders as he kicked the door shut, ready to go full wild mustang on his ass.
Tyler picked up a bottle of oil from his nightstand squirting it over his chest and rubbing it into his skin.
“What are you doing?” I asked in surprise, my gaze falling to the firmness of his muscles as the oil highlighted them all.
“Washer’s a perve, but he’s also right about the oil thing,” Tyler said.
“Why do you have that lying around?” I asked in confusion and he gave me a filthy look.
“You are such a little virgin, Xavier,” he said with a grin and I realised the oil had glitter in it that sparkled against his skin.
“Fuck off,” I snarled. “I’m not a virgin.”
He whinnied a laugh. “It’s sad how much you deny it.” He tossed me the bottle of oil and I poured a load of it in my hand, glossing it all over my chest and arms.
When I looked up, I found Tyler adjusting his sweatpants and kicking his shoes off.
“No magic,” he said. “Let’s just beat the fuck out of each other and see who’s the top stallion.”
I swallowed thickly at that, but raised my chin at the challenge and nodded. I could take him on, I’d been keeping up with training here, doing morning workouts and pushing myself hard daily to stay strong. Darius had been more than happy to help me out with building a regime and if I could keep up with his relentless drills then I could do this. But from the look of Tyler’s muscular frame, he was probably working out just as much.
I tossed the oil onto the bed and he we eyed each other for a moment, the tension in the room prickling against my skin.
“Come on then,” he goaded me, opening his arms wide. “Or is the little spare, Xavier Acrux the virgin too afraid to fight me?”
I whinnied in anger, charging towards him and throwing a punch that crashed into his gut. He doubled over, but smashed a fist into my kidney in response, making pain radiate through my side. I shoved him away from me and he landed on the bed, bringing his legs up and slamming his bare feet to my chest, making me stagger backwards.
He lunged at me with a neigh of fury, his fist ramming into my jaw and I responded with an equally hard blow to his ribs. He grabbed my shoulders and I grabbed his in return, trying to fight him back as our hands slipped and slid over our oiled up skin.
I dug my nails in as he reared forward and bit my shoulder, a neigh of rage leaving me as I shoved him back and swung a punch at him. But I missed and he leapt at me again, his weight knocking me into a table and sending a bunch of shit falling off of it with a crash that echoed off the walls. A tarot deck went flying, cards spilling all over the floor and The Tower looked up at me like it was fucking mocking us with its predictions of destruction and chaos. But that was fine by me, because this fight had been a long time coming.
I threw my shoulder into his chest, knocking him back as I dug my heels in, thinking of Sofia as my instincts burned and flared. I had to force him beneath me. I had to make him submit.
The backs of his knees hit the side of the bed and he fell down beneath my weight as I clambered on top of him, driving him down into the mattress and throwing a punch into his face.
“I’m the Dom!” I snapped and his lips parted as he stared up at me then he bucked his hips, knocking me off of him as he turned and rolled onto his knees, making a move to escape me.
I pounced on him again, forcing his head down into the sheets. “Say it. Say I’m the Dom, Tyler. Say it.”
I let go of his head so he could look back at me and say it. But instead he turned his head and his gaze fell to my crotch and I followed his line of sight, realising I was rock hard, the outline of my cock pressing against my sweatpants.
Heat burned lines across my cheeks as Tyler’s eyes lifted to mine, but he wasn’t looking at me with a mocking smirk like I expected, I found a pool of lust in his eyes.