Breaking Beast (Pounding Hearts 4) - Page 57

Shit was a little tense after the talk, but Dale being the abusive bastard he is, ran us all through the ground. He made sure the guys were all punished as a whole for what happened.

Trust me, even I was.

He set the example, I guess. That, and what I did to Mark in the locker room, ensured that shit like that wouldn’t happen again.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Alex

“Dale?” I call out, pulling my earbuds out of my ears.

“Yeah?” he asks from his chair next to the door.

“It getting hot to you?”

“Yeah, it is…” Standing up from his chair, he walks over to the thermostat, giving it a couple of flicks.

Looking over at Christy, I ask, “You hot at all?”

“Kinda, what’s wrong?”

Shrugging my shoulders, I say, “Feels hotter than normal. Usually they keep this place at an even seventy-four degrees. It feels like it’s eighty.”

She looks around. “Is that bad?”

“Yeah, it makes the fighters sweaty. Which means if I am sweating in here… I will be sweating heavy out there. Hard to get good holds on a sweaty guy.”

Grumbling loudly, Dale says, “I’ll go check and see what the hell is going on.”

Shutting the door behind him, I can’t help but get up and flick at the thermostat myself. I need to do something, anyways. My blood pressure is rising ever so slowly. My body is going into pre-fight mode. I’m becoming the Beast now. I’m losing that human part of me and turning into the monster I love to unleash.

Twisting my neck back and forth, I hear the small pops. Then I work each knuckle on my hands.

Looking over at Christy, her cheeks are slightly flushed, her eyes widening. There’s a bit of perspiration on her collarbone, showing through the off-the-shoulder shirt she has on.

Fuck, if I didn’t have a fight in a few minutes I would be trying to do very dirty things to her.

“What are you staring at, Alex?” she asks with a terse chuckle.

Slowly edging my way towards her, my mind is starting to flood with dirty images of her bent over the table in the room. My long hard cock sliding through her so very fucking tight pussy.

“You,” comes out of my mouth in a growl.

She shakes her head. “Whoa there, big head. You look a little too…”

There’s a knock at the door and I turn to it. The door guard opens the door to show in the state official.

The man looks from me to Christy then laughs loudly. “What is it with you fighters when you bring your girls in the dressing rooms? It’s like all the testosterone heads south.”

I force my body to shiver out the arousal as much as I can.

He’s right, I have no clue what came over me but I was about to take Christy right then and there. If he would have walked in a minute later, I would be ripping her panties off with my teeth.

“God.” Christy laughs then points at me accusingly. “Get all that blood back up to your big head.”

Frowning, I take a seat by the table as the official goes over all the rules and regulations. He then checks that my hands are properly taped up before making his mark on the tape like one of those old-time stamps that would mark wax on an envelope.

Dale enters the room at the same time the official is walking out. “Fucking A/C system for the building is acting up. They said they are trying to cool it down but no guarantees.”

Fuck, that’s going to make tonight interesting. It’s not something that hasn’t happened before, but it still sucks.

Jumping up and down on my toes for half a minute, I try to loosen up the tension in my shoulders.

I want to fight now. I want to hurt someone. I want to cause severe bodily trauma. I love to fight, and I’m ready to take some pain to cause some.

* * *

The crowd has a special air to it tonight as I step into the ring. Rocko is already in there, hopping back and forth. His skin is starting to glisten just like mine, but he looks ready for the battle that’s about to erupt between us.

I like this moment, the one right before all the violence and blood starts. It’s like the pheromones Christy emits every time I’m near her. It’s so heady, so lustful, but here it’s a lust for carnage. For taking damage to one’s body for the sake of proving you are the best.

Rocko turns to the crowd and starts lifting his hands in the air as if to help the already yelling mass get louder. Turning to the crowd myself, I throw my hands up in the same gestures.

He’s reading my mind on this. The crowd out there is hot, and it’s been a long night of battles fought hard. We need them behind us both, we need them to help us make this match the motherfucker of the year.

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