Before I know it, the night of Jax’s fight is upon us, and I’m standing in front of my, well technically Loki’s, mirror. Jax calls himself The Black Knight—gotta love a theme—and when I looked him up, videos of his fights were on YouTube. From what I can tell, he’s good, really fucking good, and his opponents are unable to withstand his methodical attacks for very long. His fights are fast and brutal, he doesn’t appear to have ever lost a match, and seems to have become a bit of a legend in the underground MMA scene.
I cast my eye over my outfit for tonight, giving myself a smirk in the mirror. I’m soon realising that comfort is key where being pregnant is concerned. So I’ve opted for sexy loungewear, sporting some MagicStitchWitch leggings, in their red astronomy print, my legs a kaleidoscope of reds, oranges, pinks and electric blue. On my top half, I’m wearing a white tank top that I had printed especially for the occasion. The internet and express shipping really is amazing. For makeup and hair, I’ve gone with dark smokey eyes, and messy tumbling brunette waves cascading over my shoulders. As I’m not allowed to wear my beloved heels—the guys banned them as soon as we discovered I was pregnant, the fuckturds—I’m wearing a pair of Irregular Choice trainers that Loki bought me as a compromise.
They’re not just any trainers, and I may have launched myself at him when I opened the box. They’re platform high tops, covered in a crazy busy Care Bear print, with metallic rainbows on the heels, pink faux fur padded collar, and removable Care Bear plushies in front of the laces. Oh, and they light up motherfucker!
A low whistle sounds as the man of the hour walks in, and our eyes meet in the mirror—that seems to be happening to me a lot recently. I take Jax in as he stalks towards me, from his black gym shorts, to the all black t-shirt that acts like a second skin flowing over his muscles, and clinging to every ridge and line.
His lip quirks up as he takes in the design on the front of my tank. It’s the Black Knight Corporation logo, only I changed the text to say ‘The Black Night,’ in a font called Beast, which is, well, beast-like. I also included a splash of red in the form of blood splatter across the knight’s helmet that makes up the normal logo.
“You like it?” I ask as he steps up behind me, engulfing me in his lemon drizzle cake scent, his huge arms coming round and pulling me close.
“I fucking love it, Baby Girl,” he rumbles, nuzzling his nose into my hairline behind my ear, sending shivers skittering across my skin as he takes a deep inhale. A growl tumbles from his lips, vibrating through me straight to my core. “I’m gonna need you after the fight, baby. But you’ll need to remember your safeword. I won’t be in control, so tell me now if that will be too much.”
My whole body lights up, my breathing picking up as his words settle inside me, starting a flame in my centre.
“I’m fine with that,” I whisper, watching his pupils dilate in the mirror.
“Hard limits?” he asks, watching me back intently. I think for a moment.
“Nothing that might hurt the baby, obviously,” I say, and he gives a sharp nod. “And I think no choking, just to be safe. But you can still put your hand round my throat, just not restrict oxygen.”
“Time to go, bro!” Loki calls from downstairs, interrupting us.
“Let’s go, Baby Girl,” Jax murmurs in my ear, taking another deep inhale before stepping back. He takes hold of my hand when I turn round, tugging me downstairs.
“You look hot as fuck, baby mama!” Loki exclaims, his eyes raking over my body. I roll my eyes at him, and my apparently new nickname. I still check him out, and he looks mouthwateringly good. He’s wearing a black form-fitting t-shirt too, and snug black ripped jeans tucked into black biker boots, and what looks like a black bandana around his neck.
“You’ll need a jacket, Princess. It’s cold outside,” Ash tells me from behind, and I turn round, my jaw dropping when I catch sight of him.
He’s dressed identically to Loki, only his fully inked arms make it look like his sleeves are long, and ink peeps through the rips in his jeans. I’ve never seen him so casually dressed to go out before, and Her Vagisty practically weeps at the sight. Before I realise what I’m doing, I let go of Jax’s hand, stride over to Ash, and grab the back of his neck, slamming my lips against his.
It takes him a second to get over the shock, but soon his arms are pulling me in, and he’s kissing me back just as fiercely as I kiss him. It’s messy, feral, and glorious. A cough sounds behind us, and I break away, panting, and aching for more.
“What the fuck did he do to earn a kiss like that?” Loki whines, and I chuckle, my eyes darting to Ash’s red swollen lips that are pulled up into his signature smirk.
“Here you are, darling,” Kai’s soft melodic voice sounds behind me, and I turn to see him holding out my vintage red and white baseball jacket.
“Thanks, love,” I smile back, placing a gentle kiss on his lips, and appreciating that his outfit matches the others, with the addition of his black framed glasses.
Putting the jacket on, I walk over to Loki, kissing him on his adorable pouting lips, pulling back before he can deepen it, then doing the same to Jax.
“There you are, everyone has had a kiss.”
“Not the fucking same, Pretty Girl,” Loki grumbles.
“Come on, grumpy gills,” I tease, taking his hand in mine, and leading him to the front door of our dorm. “Let’s go watch Jax beat the shit out of some poor sap.”
It takes about forty minutes to get to the fight location, and I’m surprised to see we’re approaching what looks like an old abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere.
“What is this place? I ask as we pull up at the end of a row of cars. There must be over a hundred parked up here.
“This is one of the homes of King of the Streets, an underground fight club,” Ash says into the dark interior. He turns to face me from the front passenger seat as Kai puts Jax’s truck into park. “Don’t fucking wander off. Don’t fucking speak to anyone. Understood, Princess?”
I glare at him, feeling a little bratty, but Jax grips my hand tightly next to me.
“Fine,” I say with a sigh, earning an eye twitch from my fiancée and a growl from Jax. “I’ll be good.”
I smell vanilla and cocoa before Loki whispers into my other ear.
“I won’t be.”
Before I can retort—although, let’s be frank here, what does one say to that?!—chilled air hits me as he exits the truck, my nipples pebbling under my tank. The other doors open, and Jax keeps hold of my hand, helping me out of the truck. His arm practically vibrates with tension, and I can see him looking around like a predator, evaluating our surroundings.
We enter the building, the low hum of conversation blanketing us, drowned out by the sounds of Ready or Not by the Fugees, Ms. Lauryn Hill, Wyclef Jean, and Pras. Got to love a classic fight song! Harsh floodlights highlight the ring in the centre of the vast space, although ring isn’t quite accurate. It’s cage-like, in that it’s made up of metal fence panels, the kind with metal chain link for sides so that a cage is created on the bare concrete floor. This is not UFC standard, not by a long shot, and I grip Jax’s arm tightly with my free hand as worry floods my system.
As I look around, I notice that most of the people around me have bandana masks covering their lower faces, and a chill shivers down my spine at the eerie sight of so many devils, skulls, and scary clowns that surround me. I look at my guys, seeing them pull up their own bandanas, the lower part of their faces a print of a medieval knight’s helmet. Jax is the only one who leaves his face bare.
People take note as we walk towards the ring/cage, and I can see them giving all of us appraising looks. Jax’s upper lip curls in a snarl as someone wolf whistles at me, his head whipping in the direction of the sound.
“Save it for the fight,” Ash orders, placing a hand on Jax’s shoulder, causing my Viking to pause and take a deep breath.
Jax doesn’t speak, just resumes walking. I can see the scowl on his face, his eyes distant yet focused at the same time. Like he’s not here with us at all, but with his opponent already.
One of the metal fences opens, and Jax leads us into the cage. My breathing quickens as I peer around at the people surrounding us, fingers gripping the chain link, faces hidden by their masks. A guy comes up to us, his face also hidden, a grinning skull printed over the fabric, colourful ink decorating his arms in full sleeves.
“You ready, Knight?” he asks Jax, and Jax nods, then turns to face me.
His hand leaves mine, coming up to tangle in my hair, pulling my body flush against his. My heart thumps in my chest as he looks deep into my eyes, the blue of his own almost entirely swallowed up by black. Using my hair, he pulls my face to his, his lips dominating mine in a bruising, possessive kiss. I submit, not having any choice or desire to do otherwise, and a moan sounds in my throat as his tongue brushes mine.
A growl leaves him in response, and I swallow it greedily, my skin feeling too tight as his kiss wrecks havoc on me. He starts to pull back, but before he can completely break away, I bite down hard on his lower lip, the copper of his blood filling my mouth. Breaking the kiss, I smirk up at him, then lick my lower lip where his blood started to drip down my chin. He leaves the trail of red to drip into his blond beard, his nostrils flared, and a feral look on his face. His beast is riding him hard tonight for sure.
“You just can’t help yourself, can you, Pretty Girl?” Loki asks, stepping up behind me and nuzzling my neck in the same spot Jax did. “Don’t worry, brother. I’ll keep our girl warm for you,” he teases, earning a loud growl from Jax that raises the hair on my arms.
“Seems like you can’t either,” I respond dryly, letting Loki pull me away and back out of the cage, Kai following behind us as Ash hangs back for a moment, presumably to give Jax some last minute encouragement.
Jax keeps his gaze on me until Ash physically grabs his face, obviously telling him to keep his head in the game if the scowl on both guys’ faces is any indicator.
A moment later, the colourful inked guy comes back over, and Ash leaves, heading out of the ring alongside another guy. My eyes flit back to Jax to see him squaring off against a mean looking motherfucker. His face is a mess, nose squashed and scars running across it. He’s about the same height and build as Jax, so they’re clearly well matched.
“Who’s he?” I whisper, stepping closer to the chain-link fencing, Loki tight to my back but not squashing me. Kai is on my left, and Ash comes up to my right, caging me in a protective semicircle.
“He’s known as The Crusher,” Ash tells me, the worry in my veins increasing as the guy smiles an evil grin at Jax.
“He looks…like a fucking psycho,” I say at a loss for a better word to describe the maniac that Jax is about to fight. “And why aren’t they wearing gloves?”
“It’s an underground bare knuckle fight,” Kai answers, his hand brushing mine. “No gloves, no rounds, no rules.”
“What?!” I exclaim, watching and feeling sick as Jax and The Crusher step apart, the referee stepping back and signalling for the fight to begin.
The crowd around me goes wild, chanting and shouting, but it’s as if I’m underwater, hardly hearing them as Jax circles his opponent. The guy tries to kick Jax, but he easily brushes it off, throwing a brutal punch to the man’s unprotected face. I wince as blood, and what looks like a tooth, flies across the concrete floor.
“Nice,” Ash says beside me, but the madman facing Jax just laughs, then launches himself at my Viking, wrapping his arms round Jax’s torso, looking like he’s trying to squeeze the life out of him.
“Shake him off, Knight!” Loki shouts angrily as Jax gets pinned to the fence opposite us. Jax punches the guy in the side of the head several times, but Crusher holds fast, even though it looks like blood drips down the side of his face.
The two fighters grapple for what feels like hours, but realistically can only be a minute or two at the most. Jax’s muscles strain, trying to get the upper hand, but he can’t seem to untangle this crazy motherfucker from round his ribs.
“Looks like our Knight just needs a little more incentive,” Loki whispers in my ear, and I startle, not having realised that he’d stepped up so close behind me, his front pressing to my back.
His hand comes round my front, making its way down over my top, shivers dancing over my skin as he lifts my tank, and slips his hand under the waistband of my leggings.
“Loki,” I grit out, his fingers dipping into my knickers, a husky laugh sounding in my ear as he discovers just how wet I am. In my defence, Ash started it, looking so fucking edible in those ripped jeans, then Jax’s kiss added fuel to the fire.
“Looks like watching Jax beat the shit out of that guy is making our girl all hot and bothered,” Loki says loud enough for the other two to hear, and they step closer.
“Loki, what the fuck are you doing?” Ash growls out, tension in his tone. “Fucking exhibitionist.”
Loki’s fingers slip through my folds, and I moan low, feeling his hardness pressing against my lower back as he leisurely strokes my clit, lighting me on fire.
“Loki,” I groan this time, losing myself to his touch, those clever guitarist’s fingers playing me like a maestro.
“Look at Jax, baby. Watch our boy as I make you come,” he murmurs huskily in my ear, and my hooded gaze focuses back on Jax, who’s still grappling with his opponent. “Hey, Knight!” Loki leans back slightly and shouts, loud enough to cut through the din of voices around us.
Jax’s head darts up, the loss of concentration earning him a sharp jab to the ribs, but he doesn’t register it, his eyes taking in where Loki’s hand is in between my legs. Loki thrusts two fingers deep inside me and I can’t help but cry out, my fingers gripping the fence, watching as Jax’s nostrils flare, and his face fill with rage.
“You’ve done it now, bro,” Kai whispers, amusement in his voice, when with an almighty roar, Jax manages to throw off the other guy, sweeping his foot in a move that sends The Crusher crashing backwards.
Jax is on him in a second, knees either side of the other guy’s torso and pounding his head with his fists. Loki matches each strike with a thrust into my dripping pussy, and I gasp and writhe as ripples of pleasure radiate over my skin, building me higher. The crowd is going wild, screaming with bloodlust as Jax whales on his opponent, who can do nothing but try to cover his head with his arms.
Loki’s pace picks up, the heel of his hand hitting my clit, and I watch Jax, helpless to fight my impending climax as the ref walks over and pulls Jax off, raising his arm and declaring him the winner. Loki bites down on my neck just as Jax’s wild eyes find mine, and I explode, my cries lost in the screams and jeers of the crowd.
But Jax sees me, watching with a ravenous hunger as I fall apart on his best friend’s fingers. My chest heaves as if it were me in the ring, instead of him, and just as I’m coming down from my high, Jax tears out of the ref’s grip, running towards us.
I release the metal links and my heart pounds when he leaps at the fence, somehow managing to climb it and drop down beside me, Kai stepping back just in time to avoid being crushed. Loki turns us, pulling his hand out of my knickers, my release glistening on his fingers.
Jax stares at me, chest heaving, ignoring all of the shouts and hollers that sound around us. His gaze flits to Loki’s hand as the mischief maker holds it out from behind me. Jax’s nostrils flare, scenting the air like a wolf, and he takes a step forward, pressing his sweat soaked chest to mine. He leans down, taking an almighty sniff of Loki’s hand, then in a move that shocks me and lights me up all at once, his tongue darts out and licks Loki’s fingers, a low rumbling groan sounding in his throat as he cleans them.
My brain short circuits, Her Vagisty screaming ‘Hells Yeah!’ as I watch him, his eyes closed and rapturous delight on his face. I can feel Loki’s arm trembling, his other hand gripping my waist tightly, obviously affected by Jax’s move.
“Maybe next time he’ll join us and Kai, huh, Pretty Girl?” he whispers softly in my ear, and I whimper.
Jax’s head snaps up at the sound, his pupils so dilated that only a thin ring of electric blue is visible. Loki steps back, leaving my back exposed, but although the warehouse is cold, I burn. I take a step away from Jax, kicking my trainers off and shrugging out of my jacket, staring into his eyes, and watching him like you would a wild animal, trying to anticipate when it’ll strike.
He stays still, watching as I take another step back, my flight instincts screaming at me to run.
