Page 392 of Gladiators of the Vagabond Boxset

“Hurry,” he panted, and it was exciting to realize just how eager he was for this, how little he was using his rational brain to plot out what he wanted to do.

He was touching me everywhere with his hands and his tentacles, grinding his cock into my belly.

I tried to get to his belt buckle, but I found myself pushed back the moment I tried.

A tentacle wrapped around each wrist, shackling me in place.

I froze, panting, desire heating my blood as I watched what he was about to do next. I loved this wild side of him.

With one arm, he swiped everything off the small desk in the room, causing it to crash to the floor in a chaotic mess.

Letting go of my ass, he pushed until my pants were down my hips, hanging somewhere around my knees.

Yanking on his belt buckle, he opened his pants just enough to free his cock, pumping a fist around the turgid length.

A drop of glistening precum beaded at the tip, where the trailing little tendril curled and writhed.

He held me by my thighs, lifting me onto the edge of the table until I perched there.

As he pulled me close, I felt the wet tip slide across my belly.

With one foot, I managed to push my pants off one leg, enough so I could finally lift it to curl around his hip.

It was all the invitation he needed. He pushed me over, my back pressing against the cold desk, my arms pinned by his tentacles.

Cradled by his hands on my ass, a thinner tendril curled through my folds, stroking along my clit.

I moaned, tossing my head back and watching what he was doing through hooded eyes.

I loved how the bright markings on his face turned darker when he was turned on, and I loved how his eyes sparkled.

He was staring down at my folds, at the way the slender tip of his cock was moving through them, coating him with wetness.

It was the first time he lost some of that urgent impulsiveness, but that didn’t last long.

Done staring, he shifted my hips, canting them back so he could align the thicker head of his cock with my opening. I felt the little tendril wiggle into me, moving easily into my narrow passage where his cock head could not. “You are mine, Jenny—my mate! And I will always protect you,” Akri vowed.

A shift of his hips, and his cock slid into me, the head lodging just past my opening.

He grunted, and I groaned, my body burning as it stretched to accommodate.

I might have had him before, but he was still big, and it took me a moment to relax around him.

As soon as he felt my resistance ease, he pulled back and thrust back in, my body jolting from the force.

Inside me, I felt the tendril curl back and tickle along my G-spot, and wetness rushed from my body, easing the way.

With a few more thrusts of his hips, he was embedded to the root, and I felt each brush of his tendril, each veined ridge of his cock.

He was pumping out heat like a furnace, taking away the slight chill in the air.

Pinned to the desk, my hands still kept above my head by his tentacles, all I could do was hang on for the ride and lock my legs around his hips.

Lifting my face to his, he got the message and his mouth covered mine, our tongues mimicking the way he pumped his cock between my legs.

I was climbing that sharp incline to pleasure at a rapid pace, my body winding tighter and tighter around his thick member.

Each slap of our flesh together elicited a breathy moan.

I came with a shout, his name on my lips, when he shifted a hand and I felt a finger brush along the crack of my ass. I didn’t know I liked being touched there, but my orgasm crashing through me certainly proved it. I knew that Akri had noticed, and he wouldn’t forget it, either.

His mouth opened into what was almost a snarl, a deep groan rumbling from his chest. A few more thrusts from his cock, and I felt the little pinch as his tendril latched.

His seed bathed my insides, hot and sticky.

He leaned forward, his head coming to rest on my shoulder.

His Liades finally released my wrists, gently sliding along my arm before curling around the back of my neck and head in an embrace.

I held him to me, basking in the closeness I felt to him, how connected we were. I loved this guy—every inch of him—from his amazing mind to his crazy-sexy body. Somehow, he thought my weirdness matched his and he loved me back; that was well worth a journey through time and space, in my book.

“I believe it is time to reunite with my friends. Are you ready?” Akri asked, amusement tinging his voice.

Am I ready? He had me pinned to a desk with his cock.

I needed a moment. Slapping his shoulder with a laugh, I broke off the embrace.

He pulled me back so he could kiss me again.

“You’ll like them, and they’ll love you.

” Dipping down, he helped me get back into my pants, and I didn’t miss the possessive glint in his eyes when he made sure to smooth my shirt over my chest. The behavior made my belly flutter and my nerves settle.