Chapter 7 Chapter 7

Micoy lay face down on the massage table as Elisa worked oil into his back muscles. The fight was only hours away and tension filled the room.

"These shoulders are like rocks," she said, kneading deeply. "All the stress from training and the upcoming battle. Tell me what's going through your head right now."

He let out a long breath. "Worried I'll lose control tonight because Kane knows how to push my buttons. If the wolf takes over me completely, I could hurt people. But your hands... they ground me. You always know what I need."

Elisa smiled and leaned closer, her breath warm on his skin. "I believe in your control. The man in you is strong too. Let me help you unwind fully." Her massage turned slower and more sensual, fingers tracing down his spine. "Does this feel better, my love? I love how your body responds to my touch."

"Hmm… way better," he groaned, flipping over to face her. "You're not just my PT. You're my peace before the storm. Never forget that! Kiss your baby. I need that connection right now."

Their lips met in a slow, heated kiss that quickly sparked with desire. "I need you too," she whispered against his mouth. "Let me show you how much I want you to win tonight." She moved down his body, taking him into her mouth with wet, sloppy enthusiasm, working him eagerly while looking up.

Micoy tangled his fingers in her hair. "D*mn, that mouth of yours. So sloppy and perfect. You make me feel like a king. Keep going just like that while I tell you how much you mean to me."

She pulled back briefly. "I want to taste your strength. Show me how bad you need this release." She dove back in, even messier, until he couldn't wait anymore.

"Up here," he said, voice husky. "Bend over the desk for me." She did, and he positioned himself behind her, sliding his d*ck in deep and steady at first. "Always tight and ready. You get this wet just from taking care of me?"

"I’m ashamed to admit, but yes," she moaned, pushing back. "F*ck me like you fight… hard and determined. I want to feel every bit of your power."

He gripped her hips and thrust faster. "This is us. Not fake anymore. You accept the wolf and the man. Tell me you want me to win for us."

"I do," she cried out. "Win for us! Harder, Micoy. Make me yours right here." Their bodies slapped together as they exchanged words of passion and promise. She came first with a sharp moan, “huhhh… f*ck!! Don’t stop please!!” then again as he kept going.

“Never! Oh… my goodness! Yes!!” Finally he finished deep inside her, both of them breathing heavy.

"That was exactly what I needed," he said, holding her close. "You give me real strength."

"And you give me courage," she replied softly.

The underground title fight exploded with noise. Micoy and Kane faced off in the center of the ring.

"Big night for the fake champion," Kane mocked, circling. "Bringing your human girlfriend to watch you fall?"

Micoy threw the first solid punch. "She's here because she believes in me. Unlike you, fighting with cheap words. This is my ring. My title."

Kane landed a heavy blow to the ribs. "Your title? Everyone sees the changes in you. Eyes glowing, strength unnatural. I'll drag it all out tonight."

"Try it," Micoy growled, countering with a brutal series of hits that busted Kane's lip. "I fight for my pack, for the future, for the woman who sees all of me. What drives you? Just jealousy?"

They traded heavy punches as the crowd screamed. Kane caught him with an elbow. "Jealous? Of a guy hiding his true nature? She'll leave when she sees the full monster."

"She's seen parts already and stayed," Micoy shouted, rage building. His eyes flashed but he held back. "That means more than any win. Stay down!" He dominated with vicious strikes, finally knocking Kane out cold.

The referee raised his arm. "New champion! Micoy wins!"

Right there in the ring corner, with the crowd still roaring beyond the ropes, Micoy pulled Elisa against him. The risk of people entering made everything electric.

"We won," he said, voice thick with victory. "But I need you now. Celebrate with me right here. The beast is still hungry for you."

Elisa kissed him hard and deep. "Take me then. Primal like your fight. I want it loud and messy. Show the champion how much I love your fire."

He lifted her against the corner, tearing at clothes. "Legs around me tight. I need to bury myself in you." He thrust in hard and fast. "Hear that crowd? They're nothing compared to your moans. Scream for me."

"Yes! F*ck me deeper," she cried loudly. "Knot me right here. Fill your winner's prize." He pounded into her with raw power, the ropes shaking. "Louder, baby. Let them wonder."

"You're mine," he growled, biting her shoulder. "This pssy takes my knot so greedily. Cm for your champion." She did, screaming his name multiple times as he knotted her deeply, releasing with a primal roar. The distant crowd noise mixed with their heavy breathing.

"That was wild," she panted afterward. "I love celebrating with you like this."

"Best part of winning," he said, kissing her softly.

Shouts suddenly echoed from the entrances. League officials rushed in wearing gear and carrying silver nets.

"Everybody freeze!" the lead officer yelled. "Micoy, we have video evidence from this fight. Eye changes, unnatural power. You're under arrest for violations."

Micoy stepped in front of Elisa. "This was a clean fight. You can't raid us like this."

Another official unfolded a silver net. "Orders from higher up. The exposure risk is too high. Come quietly or we use force."

Elisa protested. "He just proved he's in control. Don't do this!"

The officials closed in. "Save the talk for the hearing. This ends now."

Tension exploded as silver nets flew toward Micoy.