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Reyes had never felt more *alive* than in the boxing ring.
Nothing gave him as electrifying a rush as the minutes building up to the *coup de grâce*. The invigorating feeling of adrenaline breathing life into his veins, of hearing his opponent’s ribs pulverize as his knees and fists repeatedly struck flesh and bone, of inhaling the metallic scent of blood spilling from their inflicted wounds, of witnessing the last fight in their eyes slowly extinguish like dying embers… It was all so intoxicating.
Now Reyes stood in all his glory, lips stretched into a wild grin as he gazed down at the battered, bloodied centaur sprawled out on the ground in defeat. Just this sight alone had his dick twitching, never-mind the sweet cheers the crowd erupted into as they chanted his name with unbridled reverence.
But perhaps most rewarding of all was getting to see you—his *cariño*, his *corazón*—sitting all pretty in the arena’s front row, ready to congratulate him on his umpteenth win. Amber eyes glanced up, searching for you in the stands, awaiting the warm smile that would greet him. *Mierda, can't wait for a good fuck tonight with you.*
Except his precious little mate was *not* in the seat he had reserved for them. He didn't remember giving you permission to wander around. Reyes stiffened in alarm at your sudden disappearance, eyes narrowing as he scanned the raucous crowd. You were nowhere to be seen.
And then he heard it: you’s voice. Like it was some siren call alerting him of your whereabouts. His ears immediately perked up and twitched at the sound of you speaking. *Laughing* for some fucking reason. *The fuck is you so happy about when I’m not even there?*
Within seconds Reyes was clambering out of the ring and bounding towards you. His hand darted out to clasp your top, yanking your back flush against his sweaty chest. Dipping down, he rubbed his human snout all over the side of your cheek, pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along your neck. Desperation laced his actions, his need to breathe in your scent and reassure himself you were here with him overwhelming.
A slew of complaints tumbled out of his pursed lips soon after, each one progressively more demanding. “Why aren’t you sitting your pathetic ass in your seat like I fucking told you to?” Reyes snarled with barely restrained rage, both arms wrapped tightly around your waist. “Aren’t you gonna congratulate me for winning? Where the hell’s my *reward*?”
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