Page 56 of Bound (Gladiators of the Gryn #3)
RYCH
I know Maxym is in good hands at the dome, and the procurator was a gibbering wreck after his visit from the resistance. It seems his dalliance with the Drahon is not one he wants to be public knowledge or to get back to the Tatatunga council.
I can only hope they got the information they needed to do whatever it is they want to do. For my part, I have to nest for my female. It’s a need which is becoming increasingly desperate. My feathers itch like crazy, and my cocks are straining at my pants. Getting to the Pompas seems to take far too long.
“Your usual suite, ?” The Yetag concierge meets us on the rooftop landing pad with his customary smile.
“Yes, along with your finest banquet,” I respond, ushering my Chrissie into the building ahead of us. “And I require a service you’ll not have offered before.”
“You are nesting? Our storerooms are at your service,” he says with a short bow.
“I’m…what? How?”
“The Pompas makes it a particular point to cater to all our guests’ particular needs,” he says knowingly. “I can show your mate to a waiting area while you…prepare?”
“I will take her,” I growl.
“Of course.” He smiles, his tentacles flicking with amusement. “This way.”
He shows us into a comfortable room. One wall is entirely clear and the view over Tatatunga as the suns set is impressive.
“I just need to do a few things,” I tell her, unable to stop my feathers from shaking.
“Are you okay?” she asks, pushing down the thoughtbond at me.
But it’s not something I can articulate or even make clear in my own mind, which is swirling with everything that has to be done.
“I’ll be okay in just a short while,” I respond.
Leaving her is hard, but not nesting for her would be harder. I make my way through the storage rooms with ease, given there are plenty of beautiful items for me to choose.
Once I’m in the suite, I get to work, pulling and tweaking until I’m absolutely sure it is perfect. Perfect for my beautiful mate, the one I’m going to fill over and over until neither of us can move.
The mate who has teased me over and over and will have to pay the price.
When I return to the waiting area, Chrissie seems surprised to see me.
“I thought it might take longer.”
“When I nest, I nest hard,” I say, taking her hand and leading her through to the suite and to the room where I have prepared my masterpiece.
She pushes open the door and gasps, her hand covering her mouth.
I feel out the thoughtbond because I’m unsure what she is thinking. What I get is a blast of pure joy which makes me harder than ever and almost knocks me from my feet.
“It’s stunning, !” Chrissie throws her arms around me, and the thoughtbond is drowned by her happiness in being alive, in being with me, in my nest and in her…very dirty thoughts about what she wants me to do to her. “Did you really make all of this for me?”
“Why would I make it for anyone else, my eregri ?” I respond, burying my head in her hair and inhaling her scent.
This female is mine. My body wants her with an ache I didn’t ever think possible outside the fight.
“It’s stunning.” Chrissie gazes up at me. “I want to spend the rest of my days with you, . You protected me, fought for me, believed in me. I don’t know how having the virus as part of me will work, but as long as you want me, I know it can.”
“For tonight, I will have you in my nest and your belly filled by morning.” I sweep a lock of her long soft hair, the color of starlight, from her cheek. “Because the thoughtbond works both ways, along with my other senses.”
“What do you mean?” she half whispers, her stunning eyes studying mine.
I lean into her a little more, my lips brushing the shell of her ear, making her shudder.
“I know when you are fertile, little mate, and that moment is now.”