Chapter 17. Steamy night with 2 Husband
Tigris stood rigid at the edge of the ring, his golden gaze fixed intently on the fight, every muscle coiled.
Jormungandr loomed beside him, his serpentine form calm and unblinking.
The two turned to glance at one another, holding each other's stare for a few quiet seconds, before their brief silent exchange was cut short.
"Beat her! Beat her good!" Donna roared from the crowd, pumping her fist in the air.
"That move looks brutal! Do it again!" Mara shouted right beside her, her voice thick with excitement.
"Why i never do that before? Male is prohibited from hurting female, but there is indeed no rules about one female to another," Donna laugh at the end.
Tigris and Jor snapped their attention back to the fray, their expressions sharp and watchful once more.
Still not done, I shifted my grip and trapped her jaw in a Mandible Claw.
