A Challenge Amongst Men

[Mykel’s POV]

Afterwards, I sat up in bed with Amya fast asleep curled up next to me. I had to admit, I could get used to this.

Reaching out, I gently brushed some hair that was dangling dangerously close to her slightly open mouth. Where my fingertips touched sent warmth racing through my fingers and down to my dick, igniting the desire to attack her once again.

Letting out a huff, I slowly got up, being sure not to wake her. As much as I wanted to attack, I also wanted her to get her rest. Especially after everything that we did earlier on.

Deciding to wait, I got out of bed and stretched before grabbing a tank top and sweats and making my way out of the room.

Grumbling to myself, I made my way towards the training pitch. The sound of fists hitting leather greeted me as I approached. Frowning, I moved closer until I could see someone’s silhouette beating the shit out of my brand new punching bag.

"Armal?" I called, realizing who it was. "Did my equipment do something to you?"

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