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Page 24 of Hooded (Gladiators of the Gryn #5)

FERN

He nested. Klynn nested for me.

I’m guessing it’s a Gryn trait, what with the feathers and all. He’s created the perfect cup on the ledge, surrounded by swags of ripped-up blankets and the occasional fork twisting gently in the air, catching the light.

And he did all of this in literally no time at all, working so quickly I hardly had time to speak before it was done.

No one has ever done such a nice thing for me in my life. I had a boyfriend bring me flowers once, but it was because it turned out he’d been cheating. Making a nest is next level.

Plus he did it here, while surrounded by the Tormelek. He didn’t have to, but he has. Klynn turns his big dark eyes on me, and I can see how his face has changed. It’s more relaxed, even flecked with blood, his jaw less tense.

He reaches out a claw and plucks at the nest cup again. I slap at his hand.

“I mean it. Don’t touch my nest,” I say.

Klynn makes a noise halfway between a strangled growl and a groan, his feathers shaking and, if I’m not mistaken, a bulge in his pants which can’t be anything else.

He is aroused. Which makes two of us. Something I never thought I would be, but it seems potentially my new kink is being watched.

Which is probably a good thing because we have plenty of eyes on us here. However, I’ve noticed from the way Klynn has made his nest and hung his strips, they are in such a way as to conceal us, partially at least, from the prying eyes above.

He has thought of everything. This is a fantastic nest.

“I need…” His voice is strangled, unable to quite clear his throat.

“Yes?”

“I need you, my mate. I need to claim you in my nest.”

My core pulses. After everything, after losing him and then getting him back, I find I want Klynn more than anything.

He nested for me. So much of what drives this huge warrior is instinct, but that doesn’t mean it’s wrong or he intends to willingly leave me.

From what little I’ve gleaned about various sentient alien species, most of them mate for life. There’s no cheating, no playing around, none of that. They take a single mate, and they care for them completely. I have no indication Klynn’s species does anything differently.

Could he really mean all the ‘mate’ stuff? Could it be I am his to claim?

It’s gone strangely silent in the cell, as if all the guards have left. I know this can’t be true, but I want it to be. I want our first time in Klynn’s nest to be ours alone.

“Then claim me,” I murmur.

I don’t have to repeat my desire. I’m caught up in his arms, in his fragrant feathers, and lifted into the nest. Dark eyes gaze down, lips hit mine in an initially hesitant, then beautifully dominant kiss. From a standing start, Klynn is absolutely nailing the whole mating thing.

His clawed hands pull at my clothing until, with some help, I am naked underneath him. He lifts up over me. Somehow all of his garments have disappeared, and his huge cocks bob against my abdomen, hot pre-cum spilling onto me.

“I need to put my cocks in you,” he rasps. “I can’t…I don’t…” Words are failing him even as instinct drives him. “Your scent.” He buries himself in my hair. “Your scent drives me…”

“I’m fertile,” I whisper in his ear.

I may as well have attached a rocket to his wings. In a blur, he has scooped me up, spread my thighs wide, and slammed himself inside me. The stretch is intense, but I’m already soaked, ready for him.

“Your belly will take my seed,” Klynn growls. “I will breed you, little female.” His entire body shudders, and his cocks jerk within me, hitting my g-spot perfectly and sending me soaring, grasping at his feathers, holding him in any way I can.

I never want to let Klynn go.

He withdraws and thrusts back. I can feel every node on his huge cocks, every single inch of him as he drives into me. His dark eyes gaze down at me, jaw muscles strained with the effort of keeping it all together.

I don’t want him to keep it together. I want him to be the feral creature I’ve glimpsed, the one which will batter his way through a forcefield. I’ve spent all my life looking for safe.

I know I’m safe. I want the danger. I want Klynn. He makes me feel alive.

As if he somehow reads my thoughts, I get another deep growl which reverberates through my body, through all of me, hitting my clit in a way which has to be magic because my climax is overwhelming. I can’t keep hold. I can’t do anything other than let it take me, pulsing, convulsing pleasure which I never want to stop. Eyes screwed tight, stars dance in the dark as he plunders my body. He fills my pussy like he was meant to be there.

“Are you ready to take all my seed, little mate?” he rasps, his thrusts increasing, his arms hooked under my thighs, keeping me spread wide as he gazes at where we are joined, where his hips flick and circle. “Are you going to take my swollen second cock and make a youngling?”

My orgasm ripples through me yet again, which can’t be possible. I’m still panting from the one he just gave me, but it doesn’t mean a thing, my body proving wrong everything I thought I knew. It is more than willing to take Klynn over and over.

As it hits, he groans my name. His eyes flicker shut for a brief moment until they open again, and his lips hit mine and he goes even deeper, irregular, needy, desperate until his entire body goes rigid for a second, and he groans like he’s never groaned before, his cum painting my insides.

A brief, sweet pinch, and I know his second cock has swollen within me. Klynn can’t help himself, hips rocking as he shoves the expanded appendage deeper, deeper, until yet again, I’m coming. Soaking him, soaking his cocks as he groans, wings flaring with every pulse.

“So tight, so wet,” he murmurs. “Such a good little mate for taking all my seed and all my cocks.”

I can’t do anything but remember to breathe and listen to the sound of my heart drumming in my chest, wondering if it’s even possible to orgasm so many times.

“I can’t wait until you are ripe and rounded for me, my fury. I will mate you twice as hard,” Klynn murmurs in my ear, spreading fragrant feathers over us.

And I discover it’s absolutely possible to orgasm yet again.