glancing toward Max. “They’re mine,” she told him. “It’s just too good, you know?”
Max’s lips parted, as if he intended to argue with her. Then, meeting her gaze, he held up his hands in defeat. “Mind if I watch?”
Her cat was close enough to the surface to make her eyes glow and her skin prickle with heat. Pure power raced through her. “Oh, I’d be disappointed if you didn’t,” she murmured right before she pounced.
CHAPTER 4
Max folded his arms over his chest. It was the only way to stop himself from reaching out to grab Elyon and wrap her in his arms protectively.
This was some crazy shit. He didn’t understand himself, or the overwhelming urge he had to shield her from the two fighters. He’d never acted so possessive of a female in his entire life. Let alone one he’d just met.
But he was smart enough to know that she wasn’t a female who would thank him for his efforts.
Hell, she’d probably rip off his nuts.
Which was, you know, sexy as fuck.
Releasing a slow breath, he watched riveted as Elyon glanced from one man to the other, silently determining which was the more aggressive.
He knew both of them. Steve Hayward and his cousin Larry. They were local street thugs who’d been hired by Victor to enter the matches and take a beating from an up-and-coming contender. Neither had much talent, and even less brains.
That didn’t, however, keep them from being dangerous.
They were savage brawlers who weren’t above fighting dirty.
He watched, as with a sudden smile of anticipation, the female his body was even now crying out for, took one leaping step forward and soared over the top rope of the ring.
Damn, girl.
His eyes focused on her first opponent. Poor Steve. The guy was seriously stupid enough to assume a female was no match for him. Which was why he stood there with his arms open, as if he was going to catch her, instead of what he should’ve been doing.
Like running for his life.
Max thought he heard Elyon chuckle as she flew through the air, kicking out her foot to slam her heel directly into the idiot’s face. There was the crunching sound of cartilage being shattered, followed by a high-pitched scream of pain. Steve instantly tented his fingers over his bloody nose as he stumbled backward.
Without breaking a sweat, or a nail, Elyon landed lightly on the floor, her hands already raised as Idiot Number Two rushed forward and took a swing. She blocked a massive left hook, and feinted to the side. Larry followed, lurching off balance. Elyon swept out her foot, tripping him as he stumbled past.
Larry fell face-first on the floor, landing with a heavy thud. Elyon turned and flashed Max a wicked smile. Her face was flushed and her eyes nearly ate him up. White-hot pleasure, plus a weird sense of pride, jolted through him.
He’d growled the word Mine at the two dickheads getting their obituaries written right now. But had he meant…that? Exactly that? How could he? He’d just met her, spilled his guts to her…this Pantera female who’d been sent to rescue him…
His gaze moved over her. Sleek, sexy, badass. Her attention had returned to Steve, who was shaking off her initial blow. Smart girl. First rule of fighting was to always know where the opponents were. And what state they were in.
With a bellow of anger, Steve put his head down and charged forward, looking like an enraged bull. Elyon shook her head, as if she couldn’t believe he was that stupid.
Waiting until he was almost on top of her, she used her cat-reflexes to jump straight upward. At the same time, she aimed her knee directly at the man’s swollen nose.
Thud. Crash.
Exquisite. The shot and the girl.
Steve’s head jerked backward, blood flying from his nose. Max grimaced. The man might never breathe through that thing again.
Dropping to his knees, Steve cradled his head in his arms, clearly trying to protect himself from another blow.
“Seriously?” Elyon mocked, her voice