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I don't know. Perhaps a change to the game's rules? Perhaps we are not being bloodthirsty enough for those that are running this bout and so they seek to shake things up. "It might be a weapon drop, perhaps a tool of some kind. Supplies."

Her eyes are wide as she stares at me. "Should we go get it?"

I contemplate this. We are likely not the only ones that have seen this flaring light, this drop. There will be others hunting for it, which is dangerous. But if it is weapons, I cannot allow the others to get all of them and put the other gladiators at an advantage. "We should, in the morning when it is safe."

"I don't know if I'm going to be able to sleep," Aidy breathes.

Nor me.

CHAPTER

TEN

AIDY

I'm a liar—Isleep like a log. Curled up against Corvak's side, I feel safe and protected. Reassured. Content.

So much so that when I wake up, I feel the throbbing ache of arousal between my thighs, and I want to do something about it. I slide my hand under the blankets and reach between his legs, seeking his cock. "I feel like touching this morning," I whisper to him. "Is that all right?"

He growls, his chest humming frantically, and tilts his face toward me, then moves to rub his nose with mine.

I push my hand into his pants, touching his already hard length. He's scorching hot here, my hand skimming past the strange bony nub he has jutting over his cock. I don't think it's like my clit, as he ignored it when he touched himself. I move past it, curling my fingers around his shaft and squeezing. "Is that a yes?"

Corvak hisses, his eyes closing briefly and his hand going over mine. "You need the words? Yes, a thousand times yes."

"I like the words," I say playfully. "Maybe I'll do more touching if you say my name nicely."

"Aidy." He groans the word out as if he's in pain, drawling out the last part of my name. "Why does your hand feel so much better than mine?"

"Because I'm really good at this," I tease. "And you have a really nice fat cock, so that makes this easy." He leans his head towards mine again, and I have the sudden urge to nip his earlobe. His mouth is closest, and I give his lower lip a gentle bite instead. He's so into my touch. He makes me feel like a goddess, like I'm the sexiest woman on the planet. Hell, I might be the only woman left on the planet, but he acts like he's won the lottery if I caress him.

It makes me want to do more.

His eyes flutter, still closed, and I work his cock with hard, vigorous strokes. I was initially worried this would end up a dry hand job, but he's leaking so much pre-cum that my hand is quickly lubricated. His excitement enhances mine, and I'm panting as I work his cock, softer on the downstroke and tighter as I glide toward the head. "I like touching you," I tell him, and nip at his lower lip again. "And I like making you come."

"Aidy," he asks, breathless. "Can I ask you something?"

"Does it have to be right now?" I run my thumb over the head of his cock. His length is just right, and the head of him is thick and prominent. He's circumcised, which I find a little strange given that he's been genetically "created" but maybe his people don't have foreskins. Maybe I'm thinking about this too much and I should just be enjoying.

He opens his eyes, just a little, and the blue glow of them is as hungry and needy as the expression on his face. "I just want to know…why…you chew…on my face. Does it taste good?"

I pause. "What the heck are you talking about?"

His hand goes over mine again, a little hiss escaping between his teeth. "Never mind. Just keep touching me."

I do. I work my hand over his length as quickly as I can, murmuring filthy words to him about how good he's going to feel when he's inside me. How I'm going to taste him and cover my mouth with his seed. How I'm going to haul him into a cave and just use him for hours on end for my own selfish needs. He loves all of it, and my talk excites him. When his hand closes over mine and we jerk his cock together, I know he's close.

He moves my hand roughly over his length, and then he's coating our joined hands, the mess covering our entwined fingers as we wring out the last of his pleasure. I watch his face, fascinated by how tight his jaw gets when he comes, and how his eyes squeeze shut, only to open again after he lets out a long sigh. His pupils are dilated with pleasure as he gazes at me, and the look on his face is downright adoring.

"You're welcome," I say softly.

"I am indeed." Corvak doesn't let go of my sticky hand. He just continues to gaze at me as if he's never seen anything better. "I never want to touch myself again. I will just wait for you to do it. Because after experiencing your hand, mine feels inadequate."

I smile up at him, my pulse throbbing between my thighs. I'm very aware of my own arousal, and how I need to come, too. "Let's wash up and then I want to take care of myself."

His tired gaze suddenly sparks. "Can I do it?"

My thighs are already open. "I thought you'd never ask."