Page 238 of Gladiators of the Vagabond Boxset

“Let me look at you,” he said in a low voice.

“I had to pretend not to look at you all evening—let me look my fill now.” He had been looking.

I felt sexy as he glanced over my body with heat in his eyes, his desire so clear to read on his strong features.

He groaned when I did a little shimmy with my hips, and I smiled in return.

I was barely dressed tonight; he, on the other hand, was wearing much more than usual, and I wanted to feel his flesh against my skin.

Letting go of my wrists, he started trailing his fingers over my skin, his rough skin catching on the silky fabric as he crossed it.

“I hated that other men were looking at you,” he said, and with a twist of his wrist, fabric pulled free around my torso, my breasts spilling out into the open air.

Immediately, my nipples puckered, straining toward him.

Bending down, he lapped at one tip, then switched to the other.

A tusk tickled gently against my areola, a spike of pleasure lancing through me.

“This is mine,” he told me, a growl in his voice as he cupped my breasts with his large palms. “And this too,” he added, his voice deepening even more, as a hand slid down and boldly cupped my pussy.

With the heel of his palm, he ground against my clit, and I arched off the bed, moaning at the sensations coursing through me.

“Sunder, yes, more!” I urged, my hands finding the longest two horns crowning his head and yanking his face toward mine.

We kissed, the moment fierce and passionate.

Our bodies pressed together; I loved how sheltered I felt beneath his bulk, how desired I was.

After how on display I’d felt all evening, now was when I felt beautiful—when my dress was a mess and the makeup they had put on me was terribly smudged.

“Say it then,” he said, yanking his mouth away from mine, his eyes glowing at me. “Say you’re mine,” he added. I shivered, biting my lip as I contemplated whether I wanted to give in this quickly or if I was going to make him work for it.

Grinning, I pulled on his uniform jacket.

“You’re overdressed. Get naked for me first, then I might say it.

” The growl he gave me was fierce and sexy, and so was the grin that followed, showing me that he liked being teased—and that he knew what I was up to.

He yanked off his uniform jacket, tossing it over his shoulder carelessly.

Then he stepped from the bed, unbuckled his belt demonstratively, and his kilt pooled around his feet.

His cock stood out, proud and thick, precum beading on the purple-gray tip.

I licked my lips, remembering the way he’d tasted.

He was so big, but he looked so perfect.

I spread my legs eagerly, rucking up the bit of dress that swathed my hips and exposing the bright red thong I wore.

“My Fire,” he said, crawling up my body, his wings spread out above us so it felt like we were in a tent—protected, safe.

I hooked my legs around his naked hips, feeling his cock nudge at my still-covered entrance.

Pleasure sparked along my spine, the pure heat of him pressing between my legs.

Just a little friction on my clit and I would burst apart—I knew it—and I shamelessly pressed myself against him, seeking it.

He yanked his hips away, eyes filled with laughter. “Not yet, say it first.” He looked like he was teasing, but his voice was all rough and serious. I loved it, and I loved the feeling of power—the way we seemed like equals in this dance, holding out on each other just to prolong the moment.

Stroking my hands up his wide back, I felt along his spine and tickled a spot at the base of his wings that made his eyes flutter closed.

He bent down to kiss me, our tongues dueling together, neither more dominant than the other.

Then his mood seemed to shift, from patient to firm, and he suddenly pressed me to the bed, pinning my hands again, this time, above my head.

“Say it, my Fire, or I might just deny us both,” he said, his hips pressing down to grind his thick, ridged cock against my clothed mound.

I hissed in pleasure, fighting his hold, widening my legs so I could clasp him close to me.

Feet rubbing along the thick muscle of his thighs, one heel found its way across the firm curve of his rounded ass, digging into a spot just above where his tail sprouted.

The sleek appendage flicked back and forth, stroking over my legs with each motion.

Bending up, I found his ear with my mouth and bit down on his earlobe, laughing when that made him growl, his hips stuttering against mine.

Yes, so close! I licked along the shell of his ear, and he tilted his head to give me better access.

His ears were tipped with a sharp point, longer and narrower than a human ear.

I lapped at the tip, and he shivered, his body shaking above me, wings trembling.

“Aggy,” he warned, “my Fire…” he sighed, when I kissed the soft spot just behind his ear, nuzzling closer.

He smelled good, a male musk tinged with something spicy, something uniquely him.

Leaning on one elbow, with that hand pinning my wrists, he used the other to stroke along my body, plucking fabric strips free with each sweep.

The rough texture of his skin was a contrast to my soft flesh, his heat setting me on fire until I was undulating against him.

“Now, Aggy,” he demanded, as his hand cupped me between my legs, tugging the scrap of my thong to the side but not ripping it.

He tugged on the soft fabric just enough that I felt it as pressure on my clit, my eyes rolling back into my head.

“I’m yours, Sunder,” I moaned. He tugged again, then a finger pressed into my core.

I clenched around it, pulling him into me eagerly.

“All yours—now take me.” He laughed as I said it, teasing me with that finger as he gently curled it upward, finding my g-spot with unerring accuracy.

I came apart in a hoarse shout, moaning his name.

He wasn’t gentle with me like last time.

There was a wild urgency about him as he pulled his hand free from my core and palmed his thick cock.

Rising above me on one hand, he lined himself up with my entrance and started pushing in.

I wasn’t coming down easy from that orgasm, but I didn’t care—even if I was hypersensitive as he started driving into me.

Spreading myself wide, I kept my legs hooked around his hips—not to tease him anymore, but simply to hang on. He was spreading me wide, stretching me with his thick length, and the bumps and ribs that lined the top and bottom of his cock scraped along my insides in delicious bursts of pleasure.

It took a long time, but when he was finally fully seated, I felt so full I could burst. I writhed against him, urging him to move, but he remained still, panting, sweat slicking along his brow from the effort.

“I’ve got you now,” I said to him, clenching my core muscles around his length and drawing out a low groan from him. “You’re mine too.”

His eyes went tender when he looked at me, and then he pumped his hips, pressing into me and pulling out almost all the way.

Each stroke sent fire licking up my spine, my body coiling tighter and tighter as another orgasm loomed.

It felt so good! I wanted this moment to stretch out forever, hanging on the precipice while being so connected to this brave, clever male.

When I tumbled off that ledge, it was with tears in my eyes and my gaze locked on his.

I had never felt this connected to anyone before, and I was scared I never would again.

This was special. I couldn’t let it slip through my fingers, and I vowed to enjoy every minute with Sunder, even here, behind enemy lines.

Sunder’s hips stuttered, his thrusts turning erratic, and he came on a low shout, my name on his lips.

I felt his seed fill me, felt the warmth of it bathe my channel, and it sent another quake of pleasure through my body.

I felt so spent that I couldn’t do anything but lie there like a noodle.

At least Sunder didn’t seem to mind; he held himself above me on one elbow, his weight gently pressing me into the bed, his chest pumping from exertion.

I could sleep like this, perfectly safe, perfectly relaxed. I didn’t want Sunder to leave, so I struggled to make my limbs work, curling all of them around his body and gripping him tightly. “Stay, please,” I said, not above begging. “Don’t leave me.”

I wasn’t sure if I heard him right—my tired mind already sliding into sleep—but it sure sounded like he said, “Never.”