The Competition

 

Flash Fiction Prompt…Competition

 

The Competition by Lily Graison
(600 words) – original pairing from last weeks ‘Fated Mates’ prompt
© 2012 Lily Graison. All Rights Reserved
 

 

 

“Reliving old pains?”

Kyle turned at the sound of her voice. Melinda was on the outskirts of the circle he’d fought her in all those years ago, arms crossed under her breasts. He ran his gaze over her. She wasn’t that gangly little girl she used to be. If he were honest with himself, he’d admit she’d grown into quite a beauty. “You have the rest of my life to make me miserable, Melinda. Can’t you give me a minutes peace until then?”

She grinned. “No.” Melinda entered the circle and walked slowly around him. “Beating you was my biggest accomplishment, Kyle. Why would I ever let you live that down?”

Her hair was still that bright red it’d always been but now it fell in lush waves down her back. Kyle took in the rest of her and realized with a start that his pulse was jumping at the sight of her. It had to be the wolf recognizing her as its mate.

Melinda circled him again, her gaze locked with is own. “Do you want a rematch?”

Kyle laughed. “You’ve got to be kidding.”

She shook her head. “No. I’m serious.”

He turned with her, watching her curiously. Did she really want to fight him? She had to know she’d lose. “And what exactly is the point?”

“The point is,” she said, “That you can put all the rumors to rest.”

“What rumors?”

“The ones about you being weak.”

Kyle stopped. “Who said that?”

She shrugged her shoulder. “Everyone I’ve talked to.”

The pack was saying he was weak? Kyle felt the wolf stir at the thought. He wasn’t weak. He sure as hell could take on one tiny woman, regardless of what happened all those years ago.

He nodded his head at her and crouched. “You’re on then.”

The smile she threw his way damn near blinded him. She pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her to stand in a tight tank top. Kyle could only stare at the woman revealed to him in small glimpses of flesh and curves that made his wolf stand up and howl. The sun broke through the trees and lit her hair in shades of crimson and copper. He blinked and didn’t realize how distracted he was by the sight of her until Melinda tackled him to the ground.

“Do you want to continue or should we just call this one as my win again?”

Kyle couldn’t have spoken if his life depended on it. It took her less than a minute to bring him down and this time, instead of getting the best of him by tripping him. she’d used the only other thing in her arsenal. The wolf’s lust. It worked too, if his blood rushing south was any indication.

She sat smiling down at him and the smug look on her face called his beast to the surface. She wasn’t the strongest in this relationship, regardless of what she thought. Grabbing her, he pulled her down flush against him and kissed her. Kissed her until she her body went slack and she moaned.

He released her then and rolled, ending up on top of her. “Let’s get one thing straight, Melinda. Just because you can bring me down doesn’t mean you win. I can make that wolf of yours beg if I want and trust me when I say, this is one competition you won’t win.”

Her eyes flash amber before she grabbed his head and pulled him down to her. “Good, I didn’t want to.”

When she kissed him, Kyle knew their battles had just begun.

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