Tory Cobra Kai Novels & Stories

His voice had been low, matter-of-fact, with that slight accent she couldn’t quite place. She grabbed her mat and bag, locked the car, and walked to the door. It opened before she could knock. Kai stood there in black joggers that sat low on his hips and a fitted gray tank that showed the lean, sculpted muscle of his shoulders and arms. He was barefoot, as always. At six-three, with smooth olive skin and sharp features framed by dark hair tied back in a loose knot, he looked more like a dancer than a yoga instructor. His flexibility was legendary in the local studios. People whispered he could hold handstands for twenty minutes and fold into positions most bodies simply refused.

“That’s a fancy way of saying you want a free fuck toy for the week, Captain. What if I say no? You’ll really report a passenger for… exploring?” Kai’s dark eyes gleamed with amusement and something sharper. Hunger. He was forty-two, carved from salt, authority, and ink tattoos of crashing waves and nautical stars disappearing under his crisp white uniform collar. “Exploring. Is that what we’re calling it when your fingers are buried in that pretty cunt while you watch strangers rail each other?”

He felt small. Kai broke the kiss and stepped back. He pulled his hoodie off, tossing it onto the sofa. He wasn't wearing a shirt underneath. His torso was a landscape of muscle and ink, scars and veins. He looked like a weapon. "Sit down," Kai said, pointing at the floor. Leo sat. He folded his legs underneath him, looking up. Kai stood in front of him. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants and pushed them down. He wasn't wearing underwear. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, already half-hard.

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Others bristled, their bodies tensing with unspoken challenges. Then, the first voice rang out. “You’ve got some nerve showing your face here, Kai.” A figure stepped forward from the shadows, and Sasha’s breath hitched. It was Tobias—the pack’s Beta. A warrior, a leader, and once, one of Kai’s closest friends. Until everything had fallen apart. Kai met his gaze, unflinching. “We need to talk.” Tobias scoffed. “Talk? After what you did?” His eyes flicked to Sasha. “And you brought her?”

The last thing we expected was for her to grab his dick, but she did, and his face reflected the pure torture he felt. She turned her hand, and he shot off her. Just looking at it made me hurt. The guys in the crowd gasped. She jumped on him and kept hitting him. He was almost in tears, and he tapped out. My jaw fell to the floor. Did he seriously just tap out? I hadn't seen him tap out once in all the time I have been here. This guy was almost as big a deal as Liam. The last guy only took her a second to take down. I mean, come on! A fly could take him down. The guy in charge announced her as Cobra. That actually does fit her fighting style. She has strong, sharp, and fast movements.

Designer clothes, perfect hair, the kind of confidence that came from knowing you were better than everyone else. "You must be the transfer student." Kai turned to see a tall guy with sandy hair approaching. The stranger moved with the easy grace of someone who'd never doubted his place in the world. "Marcus Chen," the guy said, extending his hand. "Future beta of the Northern California pack. You're Kai Storm, right? Heard you're supposed to be some kind of prodigy." Kai shook his hand, careful not to grip too tight. These werewolves were strong, but they were nothing compared to what he really was.

"A lesson?" Kai repeated, his dark brows pulling together as he brought the motorcycle to a smooth stop in the private subterranean garage of the penthouse. He cut the engine, the low roar dying down to a heavy silence. "Scarlett, I don't need a lesson." "You just told me you don't know how to hold a woman," I said, unbuckling my helmet and shaking out my hair. I leaned against the seat, looking at him through the dim garage light. Kai was undeniably stunning, strikingly handsome in a way that felt almost unreal. While Damon had a rough, terrifying grace and Theo possessed a golden, playboy charm, Kai had a sharp, sculptured perfection. High cheekbones, dark, almond-shaped eyes that seemed t