Claiming His Prize (Bad Boy Alphas) (Feral Breed Followings Book 2) by Ellis Leigh Read Free Book Online

scream as he raised his hand again, inching closer. Those black eyes were locked on my chin, hungry eyes. Filled with evil and want and arrogance. Hissing, he ran a finger down the side of my face, his rough skin leaving a burning trail along my cheek.
    “You’d make me work for it, wouldn’t you, my treat?”
    “Mick,” I whispered, looking for help from the only person I thought might be strong enough to give it.
    Mick growled long and deep, nearly making the room shake. “You will keep your distance, dragon.”
    “Or what?” Saern smirked, not even bothering to turn toward the wolf shifter. “What exactly do you think you’re going to do to me, dog?”
    Mick didn’t answer, though his growl turned harsher, fiercer. Saern stood before me for a moment, staring into my eyes, completely unaffected by the other shifter. Moving closer instead of retreating. His pupils were long and oval, more reptile than human, the fork in his tongue more obvious than Tidal’s. His beast was stronger. His humanity deeper within him.
    Shit.
    “Are you worried, treat?” Saern’s smirk grew as I turned to escape his fingers.
    I shook my head, unable to look him in the eye. Trying my damnedest to simply keep breathing.
    Saern chuckled. “Your blood flows faster when you lie. Did you know that?”
    “That’s enough, Saern.” Mick’s command made the dragon shifter pause. His smirk dropped to a scowl, and his eyes darted to the side where Mick stood for the briefest of moments. But then they were back on mine, and he was leaning closer. Whispering in my ear. “Your dog thinks he’s in control, doesn’t he?”
    Before I could ask what he meant, he swung back, kneeling a few feet in front of me. Bowing, it appeared. I looked to Mick, expecting some sort of response, but he seemed as confused as I felt.
    “Saern?” Mick questioned, taking a step closer.
    “My name is Mesaern Thundairous of the Vontruiler clan. And I choose you, Treat, as my mate.”

Five
    Piers
    “ Y ou lost your balls in that last fight, Tidal? You’re hitting like a girl.”
    I slammed my fist into the heavy bag and shot a look over at Beadan. “I know a number of girls who could kick your ass, man, so I’ll take that as a compliment.”
    He laughed and went back to working the small bag while I started a high-low kick sequence on the heavy one. As much as I was training and working, Beadan was right. I wasn’t hitting as hard I normally would be. I’d become obsessed with thoughts of Doctor Jane. I’d fallen asleep thinking about her, woken up in the middle of the night thinking about her, and ended up jacking off in the shower thinking about her. The woman wouldn’t leave me alone. And it was no longer just an I-want-to-get-her-in-my-bed obsession; it had grown into the I-want-to-get-to-know-her kind. A truly dangerous kind. The kind that would get me killed if I couldn’t knock my own head back on straight in this crowd.
    Though perhaps it wasn’t my obsession with her that was so distracting. It was the lack of her at the moment. I hadn’t been able to find her this morning when I’d gone to the medical wards. Someone mentioned she’d left the site with Mick, which had soured my mood. It shouldn’t have. Before that last fight, before the ear and the shot and the rescue the next day, I could go a couple of weeks without seeing her and barely notice. Now, I’d been separated from her for what amounted to a matter of hours, and I felt as if I were missing a part of me. Even my dragon was silent about anything other than her as he waited to catch another glimpse of the good doctor. But she was gone, and I had no idea when she’d be back. So I’d come to the ring for practice. That had been hours ago, and I was still stinking up the joint with my shitty moves.
    Trainer Laudon hopped into the ring and stood behind the heavy bag, a frown on his face. “You’re out of sync.”
    I growled and tried to kick without the bag coming back at me,