Kael adjusted the nipple covers he'd reluctantly applied, their threads dangling oddly against his toned chest, the adhesive tingling against his skin.
Freya, her confidence unshaken from her earlier victory, had reapplied her own covers, the delicate threads swaying with each breath, accentuating her fuller curves.
Kael cracked his knuckles, his grin sly. "Let's make this quick, Freya. I've beads to stuff." His voice dripped with provocation.
Freya's smirk was defiant, her posture bold. "You'll be the one handcuffed and blindfolded, Kael. Don't cry like a girl when I'm halfway, that will be a mood killer, or maybe not?." Her voice was sultry, her eyes daring him to match her.
"Same rules," Rhea declared, her voice firm, a flush lingered on her cheeks. "First to remove both opponent's nipple covers wins. No holds. Fight!"
Freya lunged first, her movements fluid and predatory, her hand darting for Kael's right cover.
