Page 202 of Gladiators of the Vagabond Boxset

Noa

We were about to land at the Marayan Port on Aderia, and I was sick with nerves.

I had gotten used to the gentle, sweet crew onboard the Leaper under Captain Feralan’s command.

Like how shy, young Patrolus was always happy to play one of the many boardgames they had in the rec room, and how he always let me win.

The twins, Romalyn and Taralyn, were quiet but hardworking; they’d go out of their way to make sure Luka and I had food or enough things to wear, donating a set of their own uniforms for the cause without being asked.

While Captain Feralan himself reminded me of a grandfatherly type with a booming voice, he was always recounting stories from before, including many tales of what he and Luka’s father used to get up to.

Leaving the safety of the Leaper meant I’d have to get used to a whole new set of people.

Yet another place where I had no idea where I’d stand, I’d have to prove myself.

I felt a little pang of homesickness that surprised me, as if there was anything worth missing about my life on Colony Four.

I supposed I should be able to make a home for myself anywhere.

What had the UAR, Earth, ever meant to me—except for a place where my mother had worked herself to death?

My fingers sought out the tattoo of the Caduceus on my wrist, wishing I could speak with my mom and tell her about Luka.

“You miss your mom?” he asked, always uncannily accurate in knowing what I was thinking just from what I was feeling.

I was curled up on our bunk while he’d been out on the bridge, talking with his friends via com to coordinate meeting up with them.

I’d been a total chicken and hidden out, making friends was not my strong suit.

I was always the prickly, low-class, weird girl who only had time to work.

I didn’t really know how to make myself fit in.

I mean, it was easy with these Aderians when they readily bent over backward to make you feel comfortable.

I tried out a smile for Luka. “Just unsure of what’s going to happen to me.

” After all, leaving him was not an option as long as this pheromone dependency existed.

I’d have to try and see if I could fit in where he went until he fixed the problem.

Although I had to admit to myself that, for the first time in my life, I wasn’t minding so much relying on another person.

Luka was nothing like the fancy rich guys who had seduced and abandoned girls on a whim on Colony Four or the poor guys who had nothing more to give than a roll in the sack, as they were struggling to survive as much as I had been.

He stood in the doorway of our cabin, one arm leaning against the open doorjamb, the slightly-too-small uniform stretched tightly over his curled bicep.

To make his shoulders fit, he had to leave the tab open at the front, revealing a glistening, silvery-anthracite V of skin.

I couldn’t get over just how great he was in bed, how amazingly attuned he was to my every desire.

Just looking at him now made me want him.

His mouth tilted into a devastatingly sexy smirk.

“We’ve still got an hour until our landing slot.

Why don’t I help take your mind off things?

” He stalked into the room, and my pulse spiked; wetness pooled between my legs.

He placed one fist on the bed next to my leg and leaned in, and I willingly went with it, sprawling backward on the bed, ready for him to do with me as he wanted.

He didn’t pounce but drew out the moment as his black eyes perused my body from the curve of my throat down to my hip.

A hand followed that path, leaving me feeling like he’d branded me, my skin tingling where he’d brushed along my breast. His clever fingers found the tab of my jumpsuit.

It pulled down with a soft noise, and cool air brushed across my skin.

“You are so beautiful,” he sighed, his eyes avidly trailing over my breasts before sliding up to my face.

He palmed my cheek, his eyes full of intimacy that sent a little panicked feeling to the back of my brain.

“So very beautiful, Noa.” I felt like he was saying much more with that look, so I turned my head and closed my eyes.

I wasn’t ready to feel anything more than pure desire for this male, I had never let myself feel anything deeper than that. I wasn’t ready to now.

Luka’s mouth nibbled on the edge of my chin, his hot breath causing goosebumps to spread across my skin.

Then that clever palm slid lower and curled around my throat, pinning me just a little, showing me that he knew he was in control, and making sure I knew it too.

“I’m going to peel this suit from your body, and then I’m going to spread those pretty legs and show you just how wet you are.

Wet for me.” His last words were a possessive growl that gave me a full-body shiver.

I hated how much I liked it, I shouldn’t like being possessed. I did, though—with him—so very much.

He did just as he said, but I helped him, shrugging eagerly out of my clothes and pulling on his.

He laughed, swatting my hands away, and when I persisted, he pinned them in a firm grip above my head.

“Not yet. Impatient female, we’re doing this at my pace today.

” I tried to pull my hands free, but while his grip wasn’t hurting me, it was firm enough that I couldn’t release myself.

My body was weeping with desire, with anticipation for him. He moved agonizingly slowly as he used his free hand to trail patterns across my skin, never touching me in the places I wanted him to touch me most. It was extremely frustrating, but it was turning me on, too.

Finally, after his long fingers had circled my breast several times until the peak was stiff and aching, he leaned in and lapped at it with his tongue.

Pleasure lanced through me—sharp and immediate—my belly clenching, my channel grasping at emptiness where I yearned to be filled.

“Luka! Damn it,” I moaned, pulling at his long silky hair again because I wanted nothing more than to press his face more tightly against my breast.

My hips bucked up when he tilted his mouth, and his sharp canine teeth trailed across a delicate areola.

His tongue lapped at the valley between my breasts, then his mouth suctioned around the other nipple.

Silky hair brushed across my skin as he moved, tickling—but not quite—until I felt surrounded, overwhelmed by all the sensations.

His weight came down on me, pinning my lower body so that I could only rub my foot along his leg if I wanted to touch him in turn.

The sensation of the rough jumpsuit he wore against my skin was a contrast that heightened everything.

He was dressed; I was completely bare, vulnerable, and exposed to him.

He dragged his mouth down my body and swirled his tongue into my belly button until I tried to shift away.

He nibbled on my hip, making me moan and try to shift my aching center closer to his mouth.

If he’d just lick me there, I knew I’d explode in seconds.

He was so good at that, at licking me to pleasure, and he seemed to enjoy doing it until I was entirely spent.

This time, he wasn’t budging, and he grinned at me when I complained, enjoying this bit of power over me. “Soon, my sweet, sweet Noa, soon you may come. But not until I say so,” he said, his voice husky with his own desire.

He rose above me, leaning his weight on his legs and the hand pinning my wrists.

His eyes took in my naked body, then he shifted, his knees nudging my legs wide apart so I was completely exposed to him.

At last, his hand slid between them, not touching my aching clit but swirling just inside my channel.

“See? Soaked for me,” he said smugly, holding up a finger glistening with my juices in the most triumphant manner.

I didn’t know what he wanted from me or what I needed to do to get him to give me the release I desired.

All I knew was that my body was so tense, so needy, that at this point, I’d agree to anything.

I couldn’t believe he’d brought me to that edge with barely any touching at all; it was unfair that he knew how to play my body this well.

His fingers found my opening, dipped inside, and curled.

They found my G-spot with unerring accuracy, pressing gently until I gasped and saw stars, so close to coming that I could sense it just a little nudge away.

He withdrew with a laugh, pinning my hip in place with his hand when I tried to chase after those fingers. “Luka damn it, you’re killing me here.”

Not until I’d settled down did his hand come back.

His eyes focused on my face, the teasing grin gone as he studied me.

He dipped a clever finger into my well, just to wet it this time, then he slid it down and stroked softly across my dark rosette.

“I will claim you everywhere, Noa. You belong to me.”

I shivered, shocked at the lance of pleasure his touch evoked.

I’d been fantasizing about just this since I’d first seen his two cocks, but the illicit act still sent that naughty thrill through me.

“Yes,” I agreed, “just do it now!” He wasn’t going to let me go over that edge until he’d seated himself inside of me, inside both my holes. I understood that now.

Looking at the bulge straining his suit, I knew that he was as eager for release as I was.

How he was managing to hold back was beyond me.

Maybe he was closer to the edge than I expected, because when I moved as if to turn over, he finally let go of my hands and let me.

I knew the sizes of his cocks; I wasn’t taking that big one in my back hole for a first try.

Released, I meant to change trajectory and finally yank his damn clothes off, but he had other plans.

Pressing a palm between my shoulder blades, firm enough that I had no choice but to press my front into the bed, he murmured, “Like this, sweetheart,” pulling my hips up until I was exposed to him, his knees nudging my legs apart.

His tongue lapped at my clit, finally. A guttural growl filled the air. “Yes, you taste so good.”

Then there were his fingers again, swirling through my wetness and gently pressing up against the tight ring of muscle.

He made sure I was wet before pressing inside with a single finger, nerve endings I didn’t know could feel that kind of pleasure sparking to life.

The blunt head of his upper cock pressed against my pussy’s opening, and I groaned in response. Yes, finally. Fill me.

Filled with the smaller upper cock and a single finger, I somehow already felt far fuller than I ever had before.

We were only getting started, though, his manhood sliding in and out in a maddeningly slow rhythm.

His finger matched it, then a second finger was added, and I felt a little pinch of pain.

As soon as I felt it, Luka was pulling out, adding more wetness to his digits, and sliding them back in.

This time, it was smooth, and I felt the pleasure—the naughtiness of the act—again.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “Relax a little more. You’re ready for me.

” I shivered. Was I? His fingers disappeared, and I felt his body shift, his smaller upper cock sliding free from my passage, the rounded tip wetly pressing against my back hole.

“Breathe out. That’s it,” he told me, and on my exhale, he pressed inside, his second, bigger cock dragging through my folds and across my clit at the same time.

Stars exploded across my vision, an orgasm taking me by such surprise that my entire body shook.

If not for Luka’s hand holding my hip steady, I would have collapsed.

Now, I felt how my body tightened on that cock inside of me, grasping at nothing with my channel.

My clit tingled where it pressed against his primary cock.

“Yes, that’s it,” Luka said again, his voice sounding strangled.

His hips shifted to press himself deeper inside, grinding against me; his primary cock stroked across my clit, drawing out my orgasm.

He withdrew slowly, his body shifting, then surged forward with much more force, filling both my holes in one smooth stroke.

I felt so full, so stretched. It was wonderful, and this time, Luka didn’t give me a moment to catch my breath.

He pulled back and thrust back inside, ramping up his pace with forceful thrusts.

Each stroke dragged over nerves inside both my passages, sending heat through my body, a second orgasm already building, this one promising to be even more powerful than the first.

The sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the air—the wet sounds each press into my channels made were lurid—and it only ramped up my desire.

With each thrust, I scooted along the cot until I had to lock my elbows and press against the wall to keep us from moving.

I felt owned; I felt pleasure beyond my wildest dreams, and when the orgasm hit me, I didn’t think I’d ever come back from it.

Luka came on a hoarse shout, filling me with his seed, his hands clutching at my hips.

“Noa, stars, Noa, that was perfect.” It was, and he’d certainly done as he promised, thoroughly distracting me.

Now, I could only roll to my side and pant for breath, recovering from what was surely the best sex of my life.