Page 16 of Bound (Gladiators of the Gryn #3)
CHRISSIE
I hardly dare to breathe as I look up into Rych’s sombre face. He says he wants me. My heart believes him. It drums at my chest, battering there, wanting to get out, wanting to see this moment for itself.
Rych’s hands move to my waist, and he lifts me up, setting me on a table where he trails a hand up my throat, tilting my head to him, moving so, so close. My body pulses and his nostrils flare. His hard, muscular form presses between my legs, pushing my thighs apart.
“I knew from the first moment I saw you that you belonged to me, my eregri ,” he murmurs. “The entire galaxy, and here you are, my perfection, in this moment.” He studies my face. “I need you like I need the air under my wings, my claws, and my sword, little spark.”
My heart stops, flips, and for a moment, I don’t think it’s going to restart. Rych waits, one clawed finger stroking at my cheek. He’s waiting for my answer.
“I…want you too.” I exhale the words.
His lips hit mine in a kiss like I’ve never experienced before. He kisses as if I’m the only creature in the universe, demanding, controlling, wanting, and needing. His hands are in my hair, my back arched so I can take even more, let him give me more.
When he finally releases me, it’s as if I’ve lost everything, left in a daze, my body on fire…for him.
“I’m going to mate you, little spark. I’m going to taste you first, make you ready, then I’m going to breed you over and over until our pleasure brings new life into this galaxy.” He growls, dipping his head to nibble at the skin on my neck, making me gasp in delight. “Then I’m going to do it all again, so you are always filled with young.”
This should not be sexy, it should not be turning my pussy to jelly, making me shake with desire, but I want him. I want everything he has to offer.
“Are you going to be my good girl and let me strip you bare?” Rych says.
It’s not a suggestion, it’s an order, and my mind goes strangely limp. I want to say no, I want to tell him I can do it myself, but also, I want him to do it for me.
Instead, I nod, biting at my bottom lip. Rych growls deep in his chest, and I flood my knickers. If he doesn’t get my clothes off sharpish, they will be completely destroyed. He plucks at my jacket, and I shrug it off. Next is my top, and sharp claws gently lift the thing over my head.
Bras are an unknown commodity away from Earth. Instead I have a bandeau strap which keeps my boobs in check. Sort of. Rych’s eyes nearly pop out of his head and the growl becomes a groan.
“This has to go too,” he says, plucking at the tight garment. “All of it.”
I lift the bottom edge, and as I look down, I see the bulge in Rych’s pants.
Whatever he’s packing down there, it is enormous . My hands tremble as I release myself from the bandeau, and I’m assisted out of it by my huge male. How is it going to fit? What is it going to be like? How…
Rych cups my breasts, thumbs sweeping over my peaked nipples. His chest rumbles with delight, and in a quick movement, he dips his head and captures one with his mouth, his tongue rasping over the sensitive skin, and I claw at his head, fingers laced in his hair as he sucks, first at one, then at the other, making me moan his name.
“I’m going to mate you, little spark,” he says, lifting his head. “Because if you continue to make noises like that, I will simply explode on the spot.”
I’m shaking as he makes short work of my pants and knickers, then he gazes at me with pure pleasure.
“So completely, utterly beautiful,” he says, voice hoarse. “Like you were made for me.”
I can almost feel his eyes raking down my body. I squirm, putting my arm over my chest and my hand over my pussy. Rych growls, deep and low, causing another rush of moisture and a clenching in my core.
“Why do you cover yourself, mate?” he says in a voice which could make ice melt.
“The virus…I’m…not like I used to be.”
My arms are pulled aside, and that heated gaze is fully on my body.
“You are the most beautiful female in the galaxy, and you should never hide what you are,” Rych says, dropping to his knees. “I will worship you always. Hold on to my wing, little spark.”
He shoves out the shoulder of one wing, and I take hold as instructed. Almost immediately, he lifts my leg, hand curling around my bottom as he props it on his knee. He gazes at my pussy with undisguised awe.
“Now I get to taste what smells so vrexing good.” He traces a finger through my wisp of hair and dips between my legs.
I’m so wet already, and Rych smiles widely before withdrawing and lapping at his finger.
“So good,” he murmurs, and my hips are jerked towards him as he buries his head between my thighs, tongue exploring my clit and making my breath come in short, harsh pants.
It’s all I can do to hold on as he licks at me, slipping in first one thick digit, then two, and as the third one stretches me more than I’ve ever been stretched, my body lets go, and my orgasm comes crashing down around me. It carries me to the stars on a wave of pleasure, my pussy clamping down on his fingers as he groans into my skin, licking up my delight until I’m shuddering at his touch.
“Such a delicious little mate. Ready to take my cocks.”
Wait. Cocks?