Page 112 of Sienna Rossi: Beyond Shattered Trust

“They may have a touch of magic to them,” Sienna admits with a small smile.

“Talented all-rounder!”

The crowd parts, allowing Sienna to walk through the crowd, holding a napkin with a protein ball and a brownie on it. She holds the napkin up to me, and I tilt my head.

“Let me fight for you.”

By reminding me of all the things I love about her…

“Want one?” she asks, holding them up to me.

I hold her gaze before I take the protein ball and bite into it; honey, nuts, chocolate chips and something else – delicious. I feel the zing of energy and nod.

“It’s good, not the best thing I’ve tasted, but good,” I say arrogantly, the image of her with her legs spread open as I devour her flashes through my mind, and I remember just how fucking good she tastes.

The same thought clearly crosses her mind, her eyes widening. Her cheeks flush as the crowd starts snickering and whistling, clearly thinking along the same lines as I did, too.

“Thank you,” she says as she holds out the shake she had tucked in her arm for me. I accept it, ignoring the rest who have their eyes glued on us, a little too fucking interested in every action.

“Breaks over, get back to training,” I command, dragging my eyes away from my mate, who, even with her glamour on, is fucking divine.

“You guys carry on… I’m going to stop by the other fields,” she says, glancing towards them before hesitating. Is that alright? I don’t want to interrupt their training, she adds through the mind-link, clearly having timed her entrance to our field for break time.

Yeah, it’s fine. You didn’t know I would be attending training, so how come you decided to make these? I ask through the mind-link.

I genuinely wanted to stop by, not because of you, Alpha, she responds, with a playful tilt of her head before she raises the piece of brownie to my lips. Without thinking, I bite into it, her fingertips brushing against my lips, sending every one of my senses haywire.

Our eyes meet as she takes her hand back before she smiles and sucks the crumbs off her own fingers.

Tease.

“Well, I’ll be going now,” she says, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear before waving at the few warriors still lingering, having nabbed the last few brownies and protein balls.

“Won’t you stay to spar with us? I mean, none of us are really up to par with Alpha Jayce, but we’ve heard you’re incredibly strong. Maybe you can give him a run for his money,” Anthony says, making me cock a brow. Really?

Everyone else starts shouting their agreement. They act like a bunch of fucking barbarians.

“I don’t think-” I begin, but Sienna looks over at me, a slight smile on her lips.

“I’m up for it,” she cuts in, a challenging spark in her eyes.

“Really?” I say. Refuse.

“Really,” she responds, ignoring what I just said through the mind-link.

“I won’t hold back,” I reply arrogantly.

“Did I ask you to?” she questions with amusement. “I had a fine instructor back at the Academy. I think he might just be proud of my progress.”

I’ve seen you in action, I remind her.

Of course, but not against you. For old times’ sake? Shall we? she replies with a faint smile.

Fine. I glance around at the assholes present and shake my head. They want a fucking show, and I can tell from their smirks that they’re going to enjoy this. And word has gotten around because the other three groups have begun walking towards the fences that cordoned off each training field, carrying their shakes and snacks, ready for the show.

Sienna smiles as she steps forward towards the large clearing that the warriors have made as they move towards the fences. I remove my shirt, tossing it to the ground, not missing the way her eyes rake over me, a little pout appearing on her face.

Seems I’m a bit of a distraction.