Maisie
Ryder's tongue pried my mouth open, forcing himself into me, into the space where I could still taste Mercer from yesterday. I pushed hard at his chest with everything I had, but he held firm, using his weight to keep me in place as his tongue swept over the roof of my mouth, against my teeth, claiming my mouth—
Then he was gone, flying across the ring and slamming into the post. The ring shuddered from the impact, and Ryder slid down before finding his feet again.
The training hall went completely silent.
Jericho stood in the ring.
He had his Combat uniform pants, a black muscle tank on, and that lethal calm that I now knew was an indicator that someone was about to die.
Ryder spat blood onto the ring floor, wiped his lip, and smiled through it. "There you are. I was beginning to think I would have to dip my hands into her golden honeypot before I got your attention," Ryder said pleasantly. "I wonder, does her pussy taste as good as—"
