The Rejected True Heiress (Liora and Callum) novel Chapter 333

For a second, neither of us moved. She stared at me with wide eyes, chest heaving, one hand still raised. I probably should have said something immediately, but for that brief moment, my brain wasn’t cooperating with my mouth.

She was the first to speak. “How long have you been standing there?” she asked.

“Not long.” Technically not a lie.

She lowered her hand slowly, still catching her breath, and studied me. She didn’t tell me to leave, which was surprising, considering the fact that I’d clearly been peeping on her like a creep.

My wolf took it as an invitation, and before I oculd help myself, I was moving toward her.

“Your guard drops on your left side when you go for the right cross,” I blurted out.

Liora blinked. “Excuse me?”

“You’re leaving yourself open. Every time you throw the right, your left comes down too far.” I stopped a few feet from her and nodded at the bag. “Try it again.”

She stared at me for another moment. Then, with a familiar eye roll, she turned back toward the bag and swung.

I watched as the bag rattled on the chains. The punch was strong, but I was right.

“There,” I said. “See it?”

“Maybe,” she muttered, almost begrudgingly.

I almost smiled. I moved around to stand just behind her, close enough that I could see the line of her shoulders, and I reached out and adjusted her left arm, guiding it up to where it needed to be. She went very still for a second at the contact.

“Keep it here,” I said. “Don’t let it drop.”

She nodded and let out a small breath that made her back lightly press against my chest.

“Go again.”

She went again, following the arc as I guided her. She did much better this time. I could feel the impact come up her arm and into her shoulder.

Liora moved fast then, raining down a barrage of hits and kicks that I just barely blocked. She backed me against the ropes, breathing hard, sweat flying.

I only managed to stop it when my arm instinctively shot out, and rather than hitting back, I wrapped it around her and tugged her close.

We both froze.

Liora breathed heavily, her chest heaving in tandem with mine. I looked down between us, unabashedly noticing the cleavage pressed tightly to me, the sweat dripping down between her supple, pale breasts.

She looked up at me.

I looked down at her.

I didn’t know which one of us moved first, and I wasn’t sure it mattered.

All I knew was that, suddenly, our mouths were on each other, and the mat was rushing up to meet us as we collapsed to the floor.