Page 43 of Gladiators of the Vagabond Boxset

Abigail

“My cabin or your cabin?” I asked him when it became evident that he was content to simply nuzzle his face against my belly instead of picking up and continuing the sexy play he’d initiated.

When he raised his head, his green eyes nearly glowed, and his ears were perked up further than I’d ever seen them. It was very cute.

Up close, I could see a soft, muted green dot right at the start of the spiny mohawk on his skull.

Curious, because it looked entirely different from the rest of his scales, I brushed a gentle finger against it.

He shivered. “Don’t poke at that, sweet,” he said, and then he started tucking the lapels of my jacket closed around my torso.

“What is it?” I asked, momentarily derailed from my quest for actual sex with the big guy. His body fascinated me; it was so very different. It excited me in naughty, illicit ways, and I wanted to know everything about it—explore him.

“My third eye,” he said, and then he swung me into his arms and started off the bridge. I clutched at his massive shoulders, tilting my head back to look at him, my heart racing in my throat. I had never been carried around as much as I had with Ziame; he made me feel so dainty.

Then his words penetrated fully. Whoa, a third eye? He literally had a third eye. Sure, why not? “Really? It looks nothing like your other eyes.” This was much more like a discolored scale; there was no iris, no pupil, and it clearly couldn’t move.

He shrugged and winked. “It’s only for sensing thermal images and light levels.

It helps me detect danger from above.” Wow…

this guy was just built for battle, wasn’t he?

So many different weapons or protections.

What was his planet like that he’d developed all of this? I probably didn’t want to know.

When it didn’t take him long to reach a door I hadn’t been through before, I realized he’d taken me to his own cabin.

It was larger than the one I had and fairly close to the bridge.

Gazing at the king-sized bed with the neatly folded blankets at the foot, I could see why he’d chosen to go here.

Though the bed was bolted slightly away from the wall, the placement looked odd.

Then I was sailing through the air and landing with a soft bounce on the mattress, and I didn’t care about the location of the bed.

“My cabin,” Ziame growled, and then he tugged my boots off my feet and prowled up my body with the hungriest stare I’d seen on him yet.

His tail, for once, was not touching me but swishing through the air behind him, betraying his excitement.

He placed one knee on each side of my hips and leaned on his knuckles beside my face, his large, horned head looming over me. The position was dominant and possessive, but his eyes were gentle when he searched mine. “Are you good with this, little one? Tell me no, and I will stop.”

I searched my mind, but I couldn’t think of a single objection.

I was still slick between my legs from my earlier orgasm, so I reached up to stroke my fingers over the pretty emerald tracings on his long ears.

I watched as he shivered when I gripped his horns to pull him closer and nuzzled at his throat. “Yes.”

He peeled apart my shirt and jacket, then helped me shrug out of them.

He went to work on my bra, and, impatiently, I shimmied out of my pants.

When I did that, he raised his head and groaned—long and deep—his eyes focusing on the black curls at the apex of my thighs.

His forked tongue slid out to flick at the air.

The next moment, he slid down my body and ran that tongue straight through my slit. It had me shouting in surprise, my spine curving off the mattress. “Crap, Ziame! Warn a girl!”

He raised his head slightly and lifted one nubbed brow in question. “Should I stop?” The question was asked with a devious smirk curling his lips, and I felt an answering flutter deep in my belly.

“God, no!” I shot back, and I had the pleasure of hearing him chuckle as he nuzzled the inside of my thigh. I wanted more of that, much more. That had been far too quick and sudden for me to fully appreciate just how good it felt.

“Good. I plan to be here a while. You taste so sweet.” He bent his head, making a place for himself between my thighs, and got down to business. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as he lapped at my sensitive flesh, learning and discovering just what made me tick.

When he found the right rhythm, he got me close to that edge several times, always backing off and nuzzling at me before starting right up again.

After the third time, I was so excited and so frustrated that I was wildly tugging on his horns just to keep him there a little longer, so I could finally hurtle over the edge.

He worked a finger into my tight passage next—just one—but it was thick and ribbed from his scales, and when he curled it just right, working in tandem with his talented tongue, I finally found nirvana.

I screamed. I’d never screamed like that before, but I didn’t care.

I saw stars, and I swear that was the longest, hardest orgasm of my life.

I sank down from that cloud of bliss slowly, my legs clutched tight against his cheeks, hands still curled around his horns.

When I opened my eyes to look at him, I saw he’d raised his head enough to watch my face.

At the eye contact, he licked his lips with that wicked tongue before darting it out and lapping slowly at my engorged clit.

Just like that, I came undone again.

***

Ziame

Watching Abigail come was the most beautiful and sexy thing I’d ever seen.

Her taste was far better than anything I’d ever tasted.

I could probably stay between her pretty thighs all night, but after her fourth orgasm, she begged me to stop.

Her flesh was tender and sensitive, and she wanted to cuddle.

I liked cuddling too, so I prowled up her body and curved her naked, sweaty form against my chest. “Sleep then, sweet, so I can do that again soon.”

She smacked a palm half-heartedly against my pec and laughed.

“You’re insatiable. I’ve created a monster.

” If it weren’t for the soft expression on her face and the laughter, I would have gotten worried, but it was clear she liked this.

Then she pressed herself even closer, curling into me, and her soft thigh brushed against my trapped cock.

I saw stars and couldn’t hold back the hiss rising from my throat.

I wanted her so badly—my dick was so hard it hurt—but tonight was not the night; I needed to be patient.

Abigail, however, stiffened and then pulled away, sitting up. “Oh, I’m so selfish. You haven’t come yet!” Her eyes were wide as she let them roam over my tense body. I couldn’t help but preen just a little under the look, which heated as she watched me.

I liked that she wanted to be fair to me, but this was a gift for her, and I didn’t want her to feel obligated.

I had to make sure she understood that, so I waved a hand at her and then gestured down my body, delighting in the way her eyes tracked the movement.

“It is all right. Not tonight. Not until you are certain you wish me for your mate.”

Her eyebrows went up—those pretty black curves over her dark skin and deep brown eyes. I loved how expressive they were, especially when she thought I couldn’t see in the dark. “What mate thing?” she asked.

Oh, of course, she wouldn’t know about Lacerten mating practices. Nobody but one of my own kind would. I felt so comfortable with Abigail that it was hard to remember that sometimes. It was difficult to think with my cock hard and her naked body kneeling at my side, too, but for her, I tried.

“I am almost certain my mating drive will engage should we have intercourse.” That was good.

That sounded steady and calm. Keep it clinical so it didn’t show how nervous it made me to talk to her about it when she wouldn’t be feeling the same drive.

“If it does, I’ll imprint on you forever.

It’s like...” I scrambled to remember the human word for mating I’d learned in my anthropology classes on her species.

“Marriage? Only, as you’re not Lacerten, it’ll engage on my side, but it won’t bind you. ”

Her mouth dropped open, and then her eyes skimmed down my body again to rest on the erection tenting my loincloth. “Are you saying that if we have sex, you’ll be biologically married to me, but I won’t be to you? And you don’t want to get stuck?”

Horrified at the way she’d worded that, I shook my head and scrambled to explain.

“I do want to be mated to you!” I started out with, and when that made her lean back from me, I tried to dial down the intensity a little.

“But you don’t feel the same drive, so we should take it slow so you have the chance to find out if that’s what you want, too. ”

“And if we don’t, there’s a chance you’re stuck on me while I could walk away later. It would be another kind of slavery to you.” She said what I hadn’t even wanted to consider, but she was saying it with a softer look in her eyes. As it was nothing but the truth, I forced myself to nod.

She eyed me again—more contemplative this time—and then her eyes came to rest on my erection, which kicked hard at the attention. I groaned. “Stop that. Please, I’m hanging on by a thread here. Maybe you should head to your cabin, Abigail, so you can think about this.”

But she was shaking her head hard now. “And leave you like this? Hell no. How’s that fair to you?

” I raised my brows, ears perking up, and I sternly told myself that she wasn’t offering to mate with me now.

Abigail clearly had something else in mind because she spread her legs a little as she shifted and then gestured at my cloth-covered cock. “Let me see it, Ziame.”