Free Mitry and Weni by Becca van Page A

passed, her confidence grew.
    “Damn but you’re fast,” Zara panted as she swung at Krysta again.
    Krysta didn’t acknowledge that the other woman had spoken because she would become distracted and could end up getting hurt or injuring Zara.
    “You move with such power and grace,” Nina said.
    “Zara’s just as good.”
    “I don’t think so.” Zara lowered her scimitar and panted for breath. “The last time I was out of breath and worked up a sweat was before I was changed.”
    “There is no way I’m going up against you.” Nina eyed Krysta with awe.
    “I will,” Lavinia said with a grin.
    “We all should.” Zara straightened, breathing less heavily. “We need to learn to move like Krysta.”
    “Agreed.” Lavinia glanced at Nina. “We’ll be able to take out more demonic by the time we’re up to par with her.”
    “Okay.” Nina sighed with resignation as she grabbed a sword and walked toward the floor. “So are you going to cut Wen and Mit some slack?”
    “Yeah,” Krysta answered. “I feel so guilty for what I said to them. I’ll apologize as soon as I see them again.”
    Nina pointed toward the door and Krysta turned around to see all the men just inside the doorway and along the wall. She felt her face heat with embarrassment and desire. When she met first Weni’s and then Mitry’s gazes she had to look away.
    Both men were looking at her as if she was their next meal and she was on the menu.

Chapter Six
     
    Wen had at first been enthralled as he watched Krysta training with Zara. Their mate was so natural in the way she wielded the scimitar that she looked as if she had been born with the sword in her hand. What got to him the most was how her firm muscles flexed and moved, the way her peach of an ass wiggled and her breasts bounced slightly. His cock had gone from relaxed to hard within the blink of an eye. He’d moved along the wall, hoping the other men and women wouldn’t notice the hard bulge in his jeans.
    The moment her gaze locked with his, his body heated even more and he hoped the others couldn’t see the tinge of desire that was probably tainting his cheeks. Wen glanced at Mit from the corner of his eye and saw his best friend move from one foot to the other. He sighed with relief, glad he wasn’t the only one feeling the sexual tension coming off of Krysta.
    She handed her sword to Nina without looking and then walked toward them slowly, her eyes running over their bodies and glazing over with arousal. When she was no more than three feet from them she stopped, met each of their gazes, and licked her lips. As she opened her mouth to speak, Wen took a couple of steps closer and placed his finger over them to keep her silent. She frowned at him as she closed her mouth again, giving him a look of bewilderment. Before she could question him he grabbed hold of her hand and led her from the room. He didn’t need to look back to know that Mit was following.
    Wen didn’t stop until they were back in their apartment and he directed her to the sofa before taking a seat on the cushion beside her. Mit perched on the edge of the coffee table in front of her.
    Krysta licked her lips again, which made his hard cock pulse, and Wen had to swallow a groan of desire. Each time she did that, he could imagine her licking along his dick and then sucking it into her mouth.
    “I’m sorry for being such a bitch earlier. I didn’t mean what I said.”
    Mit nodded but he was still frowning. “Why did you act that way?”
    “I was…scared.”
    “Of what? Us?” Wen asked, surprised that his feisty mate could be frightened of them after fighting the demonic for nearly two years on her own.
    “No. Yes. I-I don’t know.”
    Wen moved closer, slung an arm around her shoulders, and drew her into his side. He cupped her face in a hand so he could look into her eyes. “Talk to us, Krysta. We can’t fix something unless we know what the problem is.”
    “This isn’t something you can