Page 25 of Hooded (Gladiators of the Gryn #5)
KLYNN
Being buried in my mate is the only place I ever want to be. Not only did she like my nest, but she also nearly made me mess my pants when she stopped me from making any further changes.
My little fury can tell me anything and I will do it. She can ask me to cut off my head, and right now, with my swollen second cock buried deep within her, I’d do it, and smile, and thank her.
Fern is my life.
I have her in my nest, and I will keep her there until she is full of our youngling. Only, as much as this is a perfect nest, it is not in a perfect place. I will not allow my mate to be a prisoner of any other creature.
If I’m done with it, it will not be imposed on her.
I tuck my wings around us both, making sure she is comfortable while my body decides the best time to release her. Not that I want it to. The deliciousness of her hot cunt and my swollen cock are something I will revel in for a long, long time. As long as it takes for my seed to take root within her.
Something I hope will take a long, long time.
Fern gives me a sleepy smile, running her hand down my cheek, over the scar which sits there.
“How did you get this?” she asks.
“My first games.” I shake my head at the memory. “I thought I knew how to fight.” I laugh harshly. “I knew nothing about gladiator fights and my body bears witness to those early days when I was only a warrior.”
“Only?” She smiles at me.
“My fellow Gryn found me on an abandoned outpost of the Drahon, the species which had been plundering many planets, stealing males, doing we don’t know what with females. I was the only Gryn left alive and it was barely.”
Fern slips her hand into the soft downy feathers at the base of my wings. I don’t think anyone has touched me there before, and I almost lose the ability to speak.
“But they saved you?” Her fingers tease the softness, and my mind becomes crystal clear.
“Mylo, the commander, told me there was an entire planet of Gryn, who had recently overthrown an oppressive regime and were seeking out all their fellow Gryn who had been stolen and sold. He offered me a ship and a mission.”
Her blue eyes study my face. “I guess that makes me a little less embarrassed about my abduction. I assumed those from this galaxy only took those who were defenseless.”
The noise I make is somewhere between a growl and a laugh. I hate the thought of her being defenseless and at the hands of any other who would seek to harm her.
“On the contrary. There is a good trade in those who can defend themselves and therefore can be used for their power or their brawn.”
“Sounds like a good description of you.” Mirth twinkles in my little mate’s eyes.
“I like to think I am both. I found out otherwise when I ended up in the dome. I vrexed off the wrong parts of the Galactic Council, and they sent me somewhere they thought I’d never be found.”
The mirth dies and her fingers stop.
“They sent you to fight until you died?” Her voice hitches in her throat.
“To a place no one would look. This galaxy is far away from my home world, Ustokos,” I say. “A place I’ve never even seen. I was the only one ever sent here. When I didn’t come back…”
I push away the pain I feel at the lack of care from the Gryn. They saved me only to abandon me again.
“I knew my command was a risky one, but I had hoped…” Fern’s fingers start up again, and bliss overtakes me. “When I found the others in the dome, I thought maybe there was hope. But there wasn’t. There was only the fight and biding my time until my moment came.”
“Your moment?”
“For escape, but the longer it took, the more the life of the gladiator appealed.” I growl because, despite her touch, despite how good it makes me feel, I’m confronting the darkness in the depths of my heart. “I was abandoned by my own kind, again. We all were. I didn’t want to trust anyone or anything ever again.”