Baited (Gladiators of the Gryn #2)

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T he dark stain spreads out over the blanket covering Blayn’s nether regions where there is still a large, obvious bulge.

I’m in no doubt as to what happened under there, and if both the lump and the spread is anything to go by, he might have come gallons, but he’s ready for more.

This huge hulk of a gladiator, a predator, a killer, one who very nearly died two nova-days ago, has just come because I’m touching him.

The same creature who cried and clung to me when he spoke incoherently of family. The one who let me soothe him with scratches on his wing shoulders and a cooling cloth on his forehead.

I genuinely do not know what to make of the situation. I mean, I’ve sort of done my job and yet it feels…unfinished.

Despite Blayn having most definitely finished , in all senses of the word.

He squirms in my lap, one hand weakly grabbing at the medication tube which is running the remainder of the life-giving drugs into him. It falls away at his touch and he rolls off my lap to one side.

The blanket is pulled down as he moves and what emerges is nigh on monstrous. I mean, I got a view I wasn’t expecting when I first met him, but even so…this is entirely different.

Blayn is enormous all over. Enormous which goes in the “that isn’t going to fit” category. I find myself gulping for air as he reaches down and flicks the rest of the blanket away, because…

“You have two!” I gasp.

“All Gryn have two cocks.” He looks down at himself, his hand hovering over the thick tip which oozes pearly cum. “Although my second cock has never arisen before, not even when I care for myself.” His deep voice dips. “I don’t know what this means.”

“Have you ever…” I say, keeping my voice even, despite my heart hitting my chest so hard he must be able to hear it. “Have you ever been with a female before, Blayn?”

He looks up at me. “I don’t think so. The old procurator wouldn’t send me to the pleasure house for nightly activities. He only sent Maxym and Rych and sometimes Sylas and Klynn, but not me. I couldn’t…I don’t like to be touched.” A tiny corner of his mouth rises. “Except by you, . And your touch…makes my cocks hard.”

What the hell do I do with this information? I’m still processing it when I’m covered with a huge Gryn body as Blayn plants himself over me, his breath short.

“Your scent, eregri . It is…it is…delicious!” he rasps. “How do you do it?” he demands. “How do you make my cocks hard? How do you make me spill my seed?”

He stares down at my face, the muscles in his arms tensing as he cages me. His huge cocks hang down, touching my abdomen and leaving a trail of cum on my clothing. Blayn inhales again and then collapses to the side, his stunning eyes closing and his breathing deepening. One arm and one heavy leg are draped over my body, and of course, his cocks press hard into my abdomen.

Blayn snores.

He came, he saw, and he went unconscious.

For my first time with an alien male, it wasn’t quite what I was expecting. But then I am absolutely sure Blayn wasn’t expecting what happened either.

With his fever broken, he looks peaceful. I gently peel his arm and leg from me, try and fail not to look at his cocks. They’re still hard, still enormous, each one studded with nodes which look like they’ll hit all the right spots.

But why two?

Why my brain is posing these questions is a mystery because my lady bits are tingling like mad. Which means my hind brain is thinking of only one thing…exactly what his cocks would feel like.

A wave of lust flows through me, deeper and more intense than anything I’ve felt before as if it’s not entirely all mine. I’m not sure what to make of it, of him, of any of this. I’ve been tending to Blayn for the past three nova-days as the infection raged within him and the medics from the dome clucked and fussed.

When I was near, he stilled. He clung to me like he never wanted to let go.

How real was any of it? What does my desire for him now mean?

I swiftly pull a clean, dry blanket over my slumbering gladiator and toss the other one down the laundry chute.

The dome medic bustles in without knocking.

“He sleeps?” he asks me. “Has his fever broken yet?”

“Yes.” I’m not going to say what else happened. “He was awake for a little while, talking and coherent.”

“Somewhat unlike Blayn.” The medic chuckles to himself. “Maybe he isn’t well yet.”

He slithers around the unconscious male, plugging the tube back in, lifting eyelids and wings, at least until Blayn moans and shifts, then he puts some distance between himself and the prone gladiator.

“Will he need to stay here much longer?” I ask.

“The dome is paying the madame well, so I presume it will not be an issue if he remains for a few more nova-days,” the medic says. “I’d prefer he was at full strength before taking him back. Rest and good food…” He moves his gaze from Blayn to me, looking me up and down. “And good…care should help the healing process. Gryn are usually fast healers.”

“I’ll speak to Madame, but I don’t expect it’ll be a problem,” I reply.

“I’m sure it won’t.” He fixes me with a sharp gaze before turning back to Blayn. “You can remove the medi-tube when he wakes up again. I’m sure he’ll let you do that for him. I’ll inform the procurator of the current situation and he’ll be collected in due course.”

With a sly smile, he slides out of the cubicle and closes the door.

It’s only when I look down at myself I realize I have a great smear of Blayn’s cum all down the front of my top and pants.