Baited (Gladiators of the Gryn #2)

Blayn

BLAYN

T he scent of Izzy mingles with smells of food and my stomach makes a deep growling noise.

I growl back.

“Hello again,” she says.

I’m in a weird position on the bed, and she’s sat next to me. One of my wings is twisted and I feel like I’ve been drooling. I lift my arm to wipe my mouth and something drags on it.

“Let me,” Izzy says, leaning over. “If you don’t mind me touching you.”

Do I mind?

She plucks a tube from my arm and my head begins to clear. The wound in my side aches and itches. I scratch at it.

“.” There’s a warning tone in her voice which makes me look at her. “Don’t touch,” she says.

My lips twitch into something my face isn’t used to.

“Don’t touch?” I query, the smile spreading as I give the bandage another experimental scratch.

“I’m warning you, don’t touch it.” She puts her hands on her hips and my cocks jerk to life.

“It’s itchy.” I squirm on the bed, attempting to get my wing out from under me, but my limbs and most of my body don’t want to comply.

“That means it’s getting better. Leave it alone,” Izzy says. “How about something to eat?”

I roll over twice and free myself from the tangle of feathers finally, my stomach rasping up a storm. I don’t know when I last ate.

“Stay there,” Izzy tells me. “The medic said you had to rest.” She turns away as she walks over to the seating area where there is food laid out.

I don’t do orders, and turning her back?

Fatal mistake.

No one in the dome would ever turn their back on me. My fellow Gryn wouldn’t turn their backs on me, and yet this tiny slip of a female thinks she can.

My legs don’t want to hold me upright as I get off the bed, my wings flailing as I attempt to keep my balance and stalk her. Izzy bends down to pick up a platter as I trip over my non-functioning wings and take a dive in her direction.

So much for stalking my prey. Instead, I tumble into Izzy, take hold of her, and do my best to roll onto the couch, ending up with my female on top of me as I land with an expulsion of air and take advantage of her proximity to take in her scent, shoving my head into her hair as she squeaks deliciously.

“!”

“I want to eat you,” I murmur in her ear and then shake my head to dispel the dizzy feeling. “I mean I want you to eat with me.”

On second thought, given how delicious she smells, I think I might want to eat her. I snuff my way down her body, lifting her higher and higher until finally I find where the scent is coming from.

I shove my nose between her legs, and I’m intoxicated instantly from her scent, which ripens and deepens as I inhale.

If only there wasn’t all this vrexing fabric in the way. Above me, Izzy has gone very still.

“ Eregri ?” I whisper, pulling the scent into my mouth as well as my nose.

“I don’t…do you want me to touch you, ?” she breathes.

“Do you want to touch me?” I ask her.

“Very much.”

“Why?” I’m not sure I’ve ever asked such a question before. My life has never been about the why, it’s been about the fight.

But now I want to know. I want to know why she is sending my cocks hard and my head into the clouds.

“Because…I like you.” Her breath stutters as I shove my nose once again between her legs. “Because liking you means I want to touch you…all over.”

“No one has ever wanted to touch me because they like me.”

“Is that why you don’t like being touched?” Izzy breathes.

“I don’t know why,” I say, my feathers pricking before her scent has me in a stranglehold once again. “It didn’t feel good. But you feel good. I want to put my cocks in you.”

Her little hands grab the shoulders of my wings and vrex it! I nearly come again as she does. Only by thinking about sword training am I able to stop myself making yet another mess.

“These need to go.” I pluck at her garment. “I need to taste you,” I demand.

Izzy wriggles. “You’re going to have to let me go.”

“Maybe I don’t want to let you go?” A wicked thought enters my head and it’s nothing to do with games or weapons or the undercroft.

It’s how I can use my claws…on my little morsel. I slip one easily through the loose weave of the pants she wears and slide it down. It cuts easier than through any sort of flesh, unzipping until she is entirely bare for me.

My hips jerk.

I can’t come yet, not until I’ve explored my gorgeous female treat some more. The one creature in this galaxy I want to touch me and never let me go.

“Spread for me, sweetness.” I grip her hips, and with her breath coming in short waves, she opens her thighs.

I vrexing well nearly expire from her scent, my tongue lapping up through her slit before I can even regain my thoughts.

The groan I release as her flavor spreads through me has her grabbing at my wings again.

“My sweet treat, if you keep touching me like that, my tongue isn’t going to be the only thing in your hot, tight cunt.”