No Mercy

Chapter 11

I'm thrown to the ground with enough force to knock a lesser person unconscious, but I don't stay down for long. I use the momentum to roll backwards over my head and flip onto my feet, steadying myself for a moment before I charge forward. My right shoulder connects with the center of the boys stomach and he tumbles to the mat in front of me. I've overcompensated my positioning though and he is able to roll backwards and hurl me over his head and flat on my back. I immediately flip onto my stomach and and jump to my feet. The boy is already on his feet and watching, his arms dangling loosely by his sides.

I can't stop the smile from taking over my face as I start to walk around him, forcing him to move as well, unless I might get behind him. While stalking in circles I see a fringe of red out of my peripheral vision and spare a quick glance at the source of the bright color. Medie is hovering near the entrance to the gym, looking extremely out of place in her jeans and sweater as she shifts awkwardly from foot to foot by the door.

Leave now. I bark at her through the mind link, turning my attention back to the circling figure in front of me.

But Alpha I- I see her start to take a step in my direction and draw the attention of a few people stretching near her.

I said now! I yell as a foot comes flying toward my face. I'm barely able to duck down in time and dart a fist out to connect with the underside of his thigh. I'll find you later, but you cannot be seen here.

I feel her leave and the anxiety I felt at my plan being in jeopardy leaves immediately.

I finally stop playing around with the kid and move to finish the fight. I leap forward and raise my arm in a purposefully slow uppercut, leaving my ribs wide open for an attack. He falls for the bait and moves to swing his closed fist at my exposed ribs. Instead of dodging his attack I grab his arm and force it even harder into my side, accepting his punch and using it to throw off his balance. He starts to fall and I twist around so I fall on top of him.

Before he even knows what is happening I am straddling his stomach with his arms pinned above his head. I force my forehead underneath his chin so he can't protect his neck and graze my teeth lightly along lower my head until it's just above his neck, trying to decide if I how far I should go in proving that I've won this fight. I allow my lips to hover over the poor kid's neck, my heavy breathing warming his skin as he holds his position, waiting to see what I'll do next. I let out a light laugh and push myself up, sitting back on his stomach so he has some room to breathe.

"You almost got me there," I smile down at him. "I remember a couple years ago I didn't even break a sweat when sparring with you!" I release his hands and ruffle his hair. His eyes narrow but he can't keep the smile off his face.

He trying to smooth out the mess I made of the curly brown nest he calls hair with a coy smile on his face. "If you hadn't played dirty I would have been able to get you with that punch."

I wag a finger right above his nose. "There's no such thing as playing dirty when it comes to fighting." 

I should have been expecting it when suddenly I am thrown onto my back and Connor is looming over me. I exhale heavily, trying to catch the breath that was just knocked out of me. "Talk about playing dirty," I grunt in between breaths.

"I thought you said there is no such thing." Connor teases as his hazel eyes sparkle mischievously. 

Before I can respond a voice interrupts us. "Didn't you guys' parents teach you not to play with your food?" I look up to see Deniel grinning as he is walking past.

I can't help but roll my eyes as I push Connor off of me and prop myself up on my elbows. "Oh don't be jealous Denny. I'll kick your ass next if that'll make you feel more loved."