Page 18 of Hooded (Gladiators of the Gryn #5)

FERN

He means it. And I don’t know what to make of it. I can’t be aroused, not in this situation, not knowing what they want from us. Not knowing what lies in store if it turns out I can get pregnant by Klynn.

What will happen to him, to me, to our baby?

I don’t want any of it.

“The Gryn and the…female will mate,” a voice calls from high above us. “I don’t think he needs his wings to mate.”

A pulsar bolt comes through the forcefield and slams into the wall, just where the shoulder of Klynn's left wing was half a second ago.

“Vrex,” he says through gritted teeth.

“If they leave it any longer, I think they can do without heat, light, and food for a nova-day. Bet that concentrates their minds.”

“And other parts.” Someone else laughs mirthlessly.

Klynn looks up and snarls. “The female is MINE,” he says in a voice which is entirely different from any he’s used before.

I’m lifted off my feet and tossed onto the hard ledge which functions as a bed. Klynn’s body covers mine in a move too quick for me to do anything about it. He pins my wrists above my head.

“Klynn…” I say his name desperately.

“I will not do anything you don’t want me to do,” he says.

“But we don’t have any choice.” I’m hoarse with overwhelm.

“There is always a choice… but I haven’t mated before,” Klynn says, his eyes darker than ever. “And now, even though they’ve been hard for you since we met, my cocks don’t want to be hard.”

The pain is evident in his face.

“You were hard for me from the moment we met?” I query. “I thought you hated me.”

“Hate, love, it’s the same thing. It all comes from here.” Klynn slams his fist over his heart. “But I don’t want you to get hurt and yet I can’t get my cocks to go hard. I can’t mate you to save you.”

A swift, terrible reminder of the ultimatum we were given.

Except one part of me hasn’t got the memo. My core, which suddenly, unexpectedly, pulses…as if it doesn’t know we’re under pain of death. Klynn’s nostrils flare.

His eyes, already deep pools, darken. Which means I have a virgin male, sex on pain of death, and a whole bunch of watchers who seem to be prepared to give a running commentary on what we’re doing on my hands.

Awesome and not sexy.

Klynn growls deep in his throat. The last thing I need is for him to go feral again, like he did in the cell on my ship, like he was doing in this place. I need him calm. I need him focused.

Swallowing down my concerns, I slide my hand out of his grip. He doesn’t stop me as I trail it down his chest and to his waistband.

He’s telling the truth. The situation hasn’t excited him, and relief, of all things, rushes through me. For all his claws, fangs, growls, and snarls, Klynn has a sensitive side. He is not what he appears to be.

I slide my hand in his pants.

“.” He murmurs my name, some of the rage in his eyes softening. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I do if we want to live.”

“I don’t want to mate you if you are not willing,” Klynn rasps.

“Who said I’m not willing?”

The tips of my fingers touch his cock. The thing is huge even in its sleeping state. I run a digit around the broad head, and Klynn releases a strangled groan.

“You want to be mated?” he asks. “You want to be filled and bred by me?”

“Yes.” I feel his cock expanding in my hand.

Only he isn’t packing just the one huge cock. What I saw back on my ship wasn’t part of my fevered imagination.

I stare up at him, breath disappearing from my body.

“Klynn…you really do have two!” I force out between shocked lips.

A slow, wicked smile spreads over his face.

“Two cocks are the best for pleasuring a female. Would you like my cocks inside you, female?” His voice is deeper than ever, filled with desire and danger.

He is certainly hard now, the tips of his cocks protruding from his waistband. I grasp them both, my hand hardly encircling them, and stroke him. Pre-cum gushes out, covering my wrist and hand as Klynn moans my name, thrusting into my grip.

“We need to take this slow,” I say.

“Don’t want to go slow,” he growls. “I want to be inside you.”

“And I don’t want you to go off before we get there.”

Klynn narrows his eyes. “You have mated before?”

Uh-oh. The blanket of possession falls around us, pulling tight around my lungs.

“Not with a Gryn,” I answer.

His lips ripple, so I launch myself at them, pressing a kiss there. He is impossibly soft and yielding. Wings flare briefly until he kisses me back. It’s a kiss with everything contained within it. His desire, his need, his rage, and his protection. Klynn dominates me, until I slip my tongue between his lips, and I honestly think he’s going to come on the spot, his cocks jerking out of my hand, his hips bucking.

Except he doesn’t. Instead he spreads his wings out over us both, shielding us from the prying eyes above. I wriggle out of my pants, and he runs a hand up my inner thigh, making me shudder.

“You need to show me,” he murmurs over my mouth, “how to pleasure you. Your pleasure is my command.”

I put my hand over his and guide it to where I want to be touched. His large finger circles my clit with just the right amount of pressure, making me drop my head back.

If Klynn has never mated before, he’s certainly a fast learner.

“What is this?” he asks.

“My clit.”

“And it is for your pleasure?”

“And yours.”

The wicked grin is back.

“I like it,” he says. “I like how wet it is, how wet you are,” he murmurs, those eyes darker than ever.

He slides his thick digit inside me and groans under his breath. “Hot and tight. How are my cocks ever going to fit?”

Klynn has voiced my concern. I already had an idea he was huge. What I’ve just handled is, frankly, enormous.

“You’ll fit,” I say, trying to be confident.

Klynn curls up his finger, and with an accuracy I’ve never had from a human male, he hits my g-spot, sending me into convulsions as I climax without warning, my pussy clamping down over him.

“!” he exclaims.

I can’t speak initially, my vocal cords strangled by the sudden, delightful rush of endorphins.

“You made me come,” I finally gasp.

“Without my cocks in you?” he queries, eyes filled with concern. “Can you still take my seed?”

He genuinely wasn’t kidding when he said he had never mated. I feel oddly empowered that I’m going to be this huge alien warrior’s first.

His eyes widen as I gush over his hand, his nostrils flaring again. “You are…wider,” he exclaims.

Klynn’s entire body shakes, his wing feathers rattling. It would be a mistake to draw this out, partly because of his apparent inexperience, but also because we risk running out of time.

“You can put your…cocks in me, if you want,” I murmur, trailing my hands over his cockheads.

They are both soaking, pre-cum running everywhere. Both jerk again at my touch. Klynn groans, his hips rotating.

“I want to,” he says, only just able to form the words, pawing at his pants to free his monster cocks more. He settles himself between my thighs and notches the heads at my entrance.

“If I mate you with my second cock, I will fill your belly,” he murmurs. “But if I don’t, they will not know any difference. I will still spill my seed.”

“And if I don’t get pregnant by you, they will find another way.” I stroke my finger down his handsome cheek, trailing over the silver scar which runs down from his eyebrow. “I want it to be you.”

Klynn drives himself inside me, his eyes widening as he stretches me to my absolute limit and then bottoms out.

“I am…sheathed in you,” he rasps, looking down to where we are joined. “Inside you.”

My pussy pulses and he groans again.

“Now I have to put a youngling in you.”