Can He Be Tamed?

Chapter 9- Unedited

 “You guys can go” Tyse said in his deep voice, I shivered and Tyse’s eyes cut to mine with an amused expression. He set a plate of food in front of me, and then a fork. It was an omelet. I immediately took the fork and dug in. I had to hold in my moans and praise of delight.

This was so freaking good. What is he a secret chef? I could defiantly live with this kind of food the rest of my life. Tyse left walking the guys and Eli who shot me wink and I shot him a finger since Tyse was turned around. His eyes turned black and he growled lowly, I shot him a wink and returned my attention back to my food.

Tyse looked between the two of us and then shook his head and motioned for Eli to follow.

“Bye sweetheart” I called after him making some of the guys laugh. He just turned around and left giving me one last glare. I smirked and shook my head then finished the food in front of me. I was going to get fat if Tyse kept cooking like this.

I felt disappointment fill me without Tyse’s presence. I am getting way too attached to him. I stood up with my plate and fork and put it in the sink and then went and sat back down thinking. I could feel him before he came in the kitchen.

“Was it good?” he asked me, I nodded my head eagerly.

“Where did you learn to cook like that?” I asked.

“My dad” he answered.

“Do you want to train with me from now on?” he asked.

“Yes” I answered; he grinned and put all the stuff he got back in the refrigerator. He jerked his head for me to follow; I followed him back to the training room. He handed me a pair of boxing gloves, with the UFC logo printed on them. I put them on, they were just like gloves with the fingers cut out.

“are you sure?” he asked.

“yeah” I said.

“What did that mean, what your dad called you?” he asked me all of a sudden.

“mija de mi alma?” I asked, he nodded.

“It's Spanish, for daughter of my soul” I told him.

He jumped in the ring and I followed pulling my t-shirt off and throwing it on the floor. His eyes slowly turned black watching me pull the braid out of my hair and put it in a messy bun. I looked back up at him waiting, he shook his head.

“I'm not going to hold back that much” he warned me.

“I don’t want you to” I replied, his eyes filled with something. Pride?  I swung at him, he quickly dodged and grabbed my hand flipping me on the ground. The breath was knocked out of me as I hit the ground, Tyse pinned my arms on either side of my head.

We trained together for days, he won every time. I constantly got the breath knocked out of me, I had bruises all over my body, but so did Tyse. I was getting better and incredibly stronger, Tyse would tell me if I was getting better or what I did wrong.

We stopped to eat or when he had to go do some stuff, I rarely slept. When he would leave I would just go back to my bag until he returned. I hated getting beaten, but I loved training with Tyse. I loved being with Tyse in general. I knew our bond was getting stronger because when he left I was harder to keep him off my mind.

I could also feel it. It was getting harder to keep my natural urges in check, I knew it was for him too. I slowly started looking forward to getting the absolute shit beat out of me. But seeing Tyse shirtless, sweat pouring off him, made it worth it.

I pinned him to the ground pinning his arms on either side of his head. Finally I won.

“Pinned” I breathed. He tried to get out of my grip, but surprisingly I kept him in place. He pulled his legs up and used all his strength to push me, I had no chance of keeping him pinned. He was stronger and bugger than me, I had nothing on him.