Page 100 of Galaxy Games Four-Book Box Set (Galaxy Games)

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Throes of Passion

S adie

The applause is still thundering in my ears. I’ll admit, it was weird to hear the thump of feet instead of clapping at the end of my routine. Before I started my routine, I’d mentioned to Erwann how odd it was going to be, so he hustled onto the stage after my performance, showed everyone how to clap, and encouraged them to give me a big round of appreciation—Earth style.

The sound was thunderous and I’ll admit, it felt better than the Marentine way.

We’ve walked by the light of the two moons to our cottage on the outskirts of the royal property. Marentine is beautiful, at least the parts of it I’ve seen. Blaze and Xzavic told us there’s a bombed-out area where the Down to One Games took place that was filled with poverty and hardship. That’s the part of the planet not under the King’s rule.

Where we live, inside the king’s personal grounds, is beautiful. It’s a small cottage, like something out of a fairytale. Actually, my whole life is like a fairytale.

My big, brave protector is walking hand in hand with me. His tail is wrapped possessively around my waist. He’s changed in so many ways since we were rescued from Ultera. Where we are now is light years—literally and figuratively—away from where we would have been if the King hadn’t been watching the program intent on saving us from TGN’s abuse.

There’s no doubt in my mind all six of us would be dead by now if we’d been left on that prehistoric planet.

Anubis’s face, so foreign when we first met, is familiar and dear to me now.

It takes all my effort not to race him to the front door of our cottage and pull him to join me in our bed.

“There’s something I’ve wanted to do for a long time,” Anubis lifts a brow and gives me a fang-filled grin. His voice is so hoarse and gravelly, I know one thing with certainty. The “something” is going to be sexual. Can’t wait.

He picks me up as if I weigh nothing. Once my legs are wrapped around him and I’m tucked safely against his chest, he climbs one of the purple-leaved trees with ease. We live near the edge of the property. The palace is blocks away.

He leans his back against the wide trunk, kicks his legs out onto a sturdy branch, and places me, straddled, across his lap. There’s no doubt in my mind where our little tryst is heading. I feel his hard cock pressing against the leather of his kilt, which, in turn, presses against my core.

“Remember our first full day together? We were in the trees during The Game. I was getting over my anger at being stuck with you as a partner. We were learning about each other as we hid from the giant lizards.”

“Yes. I was starting to like you.” My words may be calm, but other parts of me are starting to heat up. I wiggle on his lap and get a tiny thrill when he chuffs—a sure sign of his growing arousal, as is his gently flicking tail.

“It was important in many ways. That’s the day you gave me my name.”

Uh oh. Shit. I have a secret I’m going to need to divulge tonight and he’s already stumbled onto it.

“Mm-hmm.”

“It was the first moment of my life when someone saw me for who I am, an individual. I think I fell a little in love with you at that very moment. You saw past all the ways I was abnormal and allowed me to be special.”

A hot burst of affection blooms in my chest. I love this male so much. Talking to each other like this—opening our hearts, sharing our thoughts—is such a rare gift.

“I may not have known I had emotions when we waited together up in that tree, but I was already having sexy daydreams about you. You wouldn’t have agreed to do what I wanted to do at that moment,” he says, his voice already rough with passion. “Maybe now that we’re mated, we could pretend it was that day all over again.”

Maybe it’s his tone of voice, or the way his glowing eyes shine brighter with passion. For whatever reason, my nipples prick against the soft shirt I changed into after my performance.

“We could do that,” I hedge, as if there was even the tiniest part of me that didn’t want to play out this fantasy he’s been nursing for months.

I try to look at his eyes again, but all I can focus on is his mouth—those canine lips, his dangerous fangs flashing white in the moonlight. He’s such a good kisser. It’s as if we were made for each other, our bodies like puzzle pieces fitting together perfectly.

“Tell me like you did the first time, Sadie. I replay it in my head often, but I want to hear it again. Tell me I should have another name,” he urges.

Okay. He wants to reenact that? I’ll do it with a twist. Maybe he won’t notice the big addition of unsettling news.

“Have you considered giving yourself a different name?” I ask.

“Why would I do that?”

“Well… a number seems impersonal. And it defines you as a geneslave. You’re so much more than that.”

His eyes are brighter than I’ve ever seen them. He’s clearly remembering his emotions from that moment. Now that I know his history, I wonder if this was one of the first times he experienced emotion at all.

“Let me show you how much more than a geneslave you are,” I say, glad the King made that word illegal, even though I’m using it now.

I shrug out of my shirt and bra and feel my already hard nipples grow tighter in the cool night breeze.

“See what you do to me?” I taunt.

“It’s too dark. Let me feel what you’re talking about.”

I love when our sexplay turns lighthearted. My male’s life was so full of hardships, it thrills me when he lets his guard down to laugh and smile.

He scoots my bottom closer, so our bodies are tighter together. He made sure to drag me against his leather-covered cock and I didn’t miss his swift intake of breath as he did it. To reward him for that, I take my time rubbing against him as I pretend to arrange myself juusst riiight.

“We’ve reviewed the rules on many occasions,” he scolds with a straight face. “Teasers get teased in return.”

“Oh, please, Anubis, anything but that,” I plead, hamming it up like a distraught maiden in a historical romance.

“But I must, Love. You’ve earned it.”

I expect him to dip his head to attend to my aching nipples, but he pauses on the way to press quick, little kisses against my mouth. Then his tongue delves in and ravishes me in the very best way.

He’s using that talented tongue for evil purposes—stroking, licking, tasting. He makes sexy noises as he flicks the tip of his tongue against the roof of my mouth. He’s just showing off, making certain I know what he’ll be doing with that tongue later… lower.

“I haven’t even touched those beautiful breasts and anyone within a mile will be able to scent you on the breeze. You get more responsive every day.” His words hold a hint of scold, but when he pulls back to gaze at me, there’s only affection in those penetrating blue eyes.

Instead of dipping his head closer and finally touching my nipples with that amazing tongue, he sits up, leans against the tree, and urges, “Name me, Sadie. It’s my very favorite part.”

“I never named you. I just suggested it,” I hedge. The secret I’m about to share just might piss him off.

“You named me in your mind,” he coaxes. “Tell me that part.”

He reminds me of myself when I would beg my parents to tell me how they met. There was something reassuring and delicious in knowing that story, hearing it the same way over and over again. Knowing how it was going to end didn’t make it boring, it made it even more exciting.

The story’s going to be different this time, though.

“You should have a name,” I say, having forgotten exactly the way the conversation went. “It should be unique, individual.”

He’s nodding, his face alight with a canine smile.

“I can’t think of a name. Do you have an idea?” he husks.

“You deserve the name of a god. You certainly make love like one,” I ad-lib.

“That wasn’t how it went,” he scolds, sotto voce .

“It’s revisionist history. Sometimes that makes things better.”

“Say it.”

“How about Anubis, the handsome god the Egyptians prayed to? The god of death.” I scrunch my face, waiting for his anger. Goodness knows I’d be mad if Sadie meant the goddess of death.

“That’s what it means?” His triangular canine ears perk up.

“Uh, yeah. I’d forgotten until it popped into my head the other day. Anubis was a revered god who guided lost souls into the afterlife. He judged people. He’s often depicted with a scale of justice to weigh people’s hearts, to determine their worthiness.”

He closes his lips and gives me a happy canine smile.

“It’s perfect Sadie. Have I not escorted many people to the afterlife? Until we arrived on Marentine, my choices weren’t my own, but now they are. I protected my King, the male who saved us both. I was raised to kill mindlessly, but I’ll never do that again.

“From now on, though, I’ll use my abilities to make the galaxy a better place and protect the people I love.” He smooths his hand over my hair. “You, my love. I’ll protect you with every ounce of my being.”

His eyes shutter closed, then he dips closer and unerringly kisses the tip of my nose.

“Use my name, Sadie, like you did that night in that crumbling hotel.”

“But there aren’t any blankets I need to ask you to reach for.”

“Improvise.” His voice lowers an octave as his eyes shine with arousal.

“Anubis,” I say, using my virginal damsel-in-distress voice. “I ache for you. Can you ease me?”

“Where, my love? Where’s the ache?” He traces my lips with the pad of his thumb, then moves lower until the back of his hand grazes one nipple.

“Here, Anubis.” I arch my back and thrust my breasts up. “And here,” I purr as I rub my pussy on his kilt, feeling his hard erection beneath me.

“Because you teased me, my love, you’re going to have to do all the work.”

“Don’t let me fall,” I say with a confident smile.

He tightens his tail’s hold on my waist and I rise, pressing my greedy nipple against his lips as I stretch my arms above my head. It’s as if I’m beckoning him with my entire body, giving myself over to him.

We’ve made love in fear—that first night in the hotel when the chemicals coursing through his system wouldn’t allow him to consummate with me. We’ve done it in a frenzy, when he turned into his beast form to fight the bear and again when they’d secretly dosed us with aphrodisiacs. We did it solemnly on the evening of our mating.

Tonight, it’s with jubilance.

I hum one of the pieces they played at my performance as I rhythmically press my nipple into his mouth. The moment he laves it with his canine tongue, I’m lost in a sensuous cocoon. My lips pop open, my lids shutter closed, and my fingers burrow through the soft fur on the back of his head.

Although I’m seated on his lap, I dance against his hard body. He’s so in tune, he moves with me, his mouth never leaving my nipple. He tongues me as he holds me so tight the pads of his fingers bite into my flesh.

When his flat front teeth nip the tip of one breast, I kneel higher, not wanting him to stop. His other hand plucks my nipple hard enough to capture my full attention. When I moan in response, he growls in return.

My channel is clenching, feeling so empty it’s bereft. I’d beg to be filled, but what he’s doing right now feels so good I don’t want to interrupt.

He pulls away long enough to look into my eyes. His eyes are glowing a deeper blue, the color they always are when we’re making love. “I shouldn’t have brought you up here. I won’t be able to pound into you the way you like,” he growls.

“Later, love. In our bed,” I say with a seductive smile. “Right now, we’ll have to settle for me riding you.”

He picked the perfect limb. It’s so wide and sturdy, I wonder if he staked out the area for just this purpose. It wouldn’t surprise me. My male is nothing if not thorough.

He’s switched sides and is now working my other nipple with his mouth. I’m dripping for him, my panties are drenched with my cream. I’m more than ready for his hot, thick cock. Though my body’s ready, I’m not.

I carefully back up so my knees are planted between his muscular, furred thighs. Although his kilt is askew, it isn’t lifted high enough to show me the sight I’m dying to see.

“Take it off, Anubis,” I order. “Don’t just remove it. Toss it to the ground.”

Not five seconds later, I hear the soft thud as it hits the dirt below us.

I’m not paying attention to his kilt, or the temperature of the cool night air, or even his ragged panting. I’m mesmerized by the huge cock pointing toward me.

Leaning down, I blow on his cockhead. It bobs twice in appreciation. “See Anubis, I dance for you, you dance for me. Tit,” I flick his tiny male nipple, “for tat.”

My tongue darts out to swipe the delicious bead of pre-come from his little slit. “Ambrosia, nectar of the gods,” I quip as I steal a glance at his precious face.

“You don’t want to make a god impatient,” he threatens with a smile on his lips, “especially the god of the dead.”

“Good point.” Those are the last words I say before I circle the head of his cock with the flat of my tongue. He loves this. I know because he tips his head back until it thumps against the tree trunk, then he howls at the moons.

How can I hold back when he rewards me with such generous praise?

I lick his shaft in long swaths, like a lollipop, until his ass thrusts up toward me. Then I plunge onto him as far as I can manage in one long, slow possession. I revel in his taste even as I grip the base of his cock with my hand. He grunts in pleasure.

Keeping one hand around my waist and his tail tucked against me from the other side, he slides his other hand through my hair in a gesture of both dominion and praise.

“Don’t take me all the way,” his whisper is a grating rasp. “I want to put my essence deep inside you.”

I want that, too. I love the knotting more than anything. It’s as if nature herself decreed we should never separate. But that doesn’t mean I let him off easy. I simply back off for a while, until his panting becomes less labored, then I resume my teasing ministrations until his chuffs become so animalistic it’s as if he can no longer speak.

I sit up, wipe the corner of my mouth with my pinkie, knowing he can’t bear to tear his gaze from my lips.

“I was planning on taking you, Sadie. But now you’ve earned a delay.”

Moving so fast he’s a blur, he grabs me, and lays me on the flat limb. After tearing off my pants and tossing them to join his kilt on the ground, he positions his knees between mine.

“Fair is fair,” he scolds. “Clutch my shoulders. I wouldn’t want you to fall off in your throes of passion.”