Mates: Melanie's Warrior

Chapter 22

~Brady~

I’ve watched her fight a few times, and I’m pretty sure I have her style down. This should be physical, but ultimately, I expect to win. Who knew when I woke up this morning I would have this treat?

She needs to pay for a few things; then, we can make her submit.

We are in agreement, for sure, Brock. I crack my neck on both sides and get my muscles loose. Her eyes never leave mine, which I’d guess is supposed to be an intimidation tactic. She’s really not intimidating, but it’s cute that she thinks that she is.

“You know, you could always submit now, and I won’t hold it against you.” She doesn’t react to my words, nor does she respond. I know she’s just trying to save face, and I guess I would do the same if I were in her position. She spent the weekend putting her hands on me in an attempt to seem tough, and now it’s time to pay the piper. “Last chance…..” A smile grows on my face. I can tell that I’m irritating her. It’s in all the little things that she does, and it’s funny that she’s trying so hard to act as if I don’t have any type of impact on her.

I get in a fighting stance, and Melanie follows suit. I start to circle her, and she starts to circle me. I’m trying to size her up, looking for any opening I can. She keeps everything tight and secure so nothing is readily available.

I stop moving, and Melanie mirrors me. I inch forward, reach out with my hand, and squeeze her breast. I give her a toothy grin, begging her to respond. I guess you should always be careful what you wish for. Melanie steps toward me and punches my shoulder. I didn’t see the foot coming up that connects with my jewels. I drop to my knee; the pain is sharp and immediate. That little b***h!

I’m done playing with her, Brady. Let’s get this done and teach her how to treat her man. I take a deep breath and stand up. I shake my muscles loose again before getting back into a stance. It’s time to stop playing games.

~Third Person~

The two finalists eye each other. The anger is rolling off of Brady in waves. If Melanie can feel it, no one can tell. Her face has remained as expressionless as possible. Her family and warriors are watching this play out with bated breath. Jax is worried for his sister, torn between not wanting her to get hurt and wanting her to rip him a new one.

Goeff walks up to the edge of the ring, looking between his mate and her opponent. He had originally planned to be home already, but he put that off once he found Melanie. He can’t leave without knowing where they stand with each other.

He tried to speak to her all night last night, but Melanie wouldn’t have it. He went to bed feeling guilty, upset, and unsettled. He wanted to explain to her why he pushed her way. He wanted to tell her who he really was to see if she’d accept him or not. He didn’t want them to get intimate without her knowing the truth. He couldn’t imagine betraying her in that way.

Melanie’s eyes land on her mate briefly before refocusing on the man in front of her. She couldn’t sleep last night with Geoff on her mind. She felt bad for how she reacted to him, and a part of her wanted to find him and apologize. The other part of her decided this was the best way to get out of the situation since she didn’t want a mate anyway.

The man in front of her gets her full attention as she tries to figure out a plan to end this. She’s a bit faster than him, but he does have speed. She’s strong, but he’s stronger. He’s a warrior for sure, and she hears that he trains the other warriors. She’s the Gamma, and that has to play into her strategy somehow.

There’s no shifting in these competitions, which is a bit of a negative for her. If she could shift into Winnie, she’d win for sure. There’s no way a Gamma wolf is going to succumb to a warrior wolf. Lucky for Melanie, she never relies solely on her ranked position to get the job done. This will be done simply based on her skill and experience; there’s nothing Brady can do about that.

~Geoff~

I’ve already blocked out Thor. There’s no way he will be calm enough to let this match take place. His mate is in there against the man who’s been trying to get her all weekend. Thor’s anger was real from the moment he saw the match-up. If I run in there or allow Thor to do so, she will not only be disqualified, but she will also feel disrespected. I can’t let that happen, so Thor is locked up, and I will do my best to cling to my human side, not my animal side.

I watch as they eye each other and wonder who will strike first. I don’t have to wait long because Brady lunges forward, attempting to punch Melanie in the face. Melanie dodges the punch, sending her own to his torso. When it connects, Brady doubles over.

Melanie throws her knee up, and it connects with his face. Blood hits the mat, and there are gasps in the crowd. This is definitely getting way more physical than previous battles. Melanie doesn’t let up; she continues to throw punches at Brady’s body. He twists and pushes her, causing Melanie to fall to the ground. I fight the urge to run and help her.

Melanie rolls to her stomach in an attempt to get up, but Brady is faster. He positions himself on her body, using his legs to pin her arms to her sides. Melanie’s feet start to kick, and Brady crosses her legs at her ankle. He moves his body down and squeezes her legs between his. He lays on her body, and I’m ready to rip his throat out.

~Brady~

She’s at my mercy, and I love it. I have her right where I want her, and I plan to take full advantage. I press my thighs together, and she whimpers at the pressure on her legs. “You’ve been a bad girl, Melanie. It’s time that you answered for a couple of things.” My body is on top of hers; my arms are caging hers in. My mouth is at her ear, and I flick it out to get a taste.

“F**k you, you big oaf. Get the f**k off of me.”

“Submit and I will give you what you want.” I grind my pelvis into her body, my d**k hardening the more she struggles. “You like that don’t you?” I grind my pelvis a few more times. “I can’t wait to give you this d**k.” I push my tongue into her ear and lick the side of her face.

“What d**k? That s**t’s so small, who can feel anything?” Oh, this b***h is truly asking for it. I’ve tried to get her to see reason, but she’s too stubborn. I lick my lips and extend my fangs. I think it’s time to take what’s mine.