Baited (Gladiators of the Gryn #2)

Izzy

IZZY

I do not know where this male came from, but this Blayn has a gorgeous, talented, and filthy mouth on him. With each lap, he sends me into ecstasy, my hands digging deep into his feathers and luxuriating in his moans.

Then he finds my clit. His tongue first explores the nub of nerves, running teasing circles around it, and then his mouth fastens over me as I’m unable to help myself, shoving my entire body forward into his eager mouth.

I’m riding him, and he is consuming every inch of my pussy until, without any warning, he pulls away and I groan.

Blayn lifts his head, a dazed expression on his face, lifts one finger to his mouth and bites off his claw before he drops back, his tongue once again drinking up my juices. He toys with my clit and as a new flood of moisture hits, he twirls his clawless finger around my entrance before sliding it in.

“Tight,” he murmurs. “How are my cocks going to fit in this little cunt?” he asks, curling up the digit and hitting my g-spot with unerring accuracy.

I buck and writhe as the orgasm is ripped from me. Blayn pumps me, licks me, and laughs as I come undone, unable to stop his name being pulled from my lips as he gives me the one and only orgasm I’ve ever had from a male who, apparently knowing nothing, has managed to do every single thing right.

“Hmmm.” Blayn is sat up, gazing down at my limp body, his thumb on my clit, rubbing slow, lazy circles on the over-sensitized flesh, his thick finger still buried deep in me. “You are wetter, but you got tighter?”

“I came.” I’m still trying to catch my breath. “You…made me come with your tongue.”

“What happens if I put my cocks inside you?” He inclines his head, wings rising behind him. “Will you come then too? Because I want to put all my seed in you and feel you squeeze my cocks. I want to mate you, my sweet. I want to mate you and have you make all those noises you made before.”

His eyes are bright with desire, with wonder, and with need.

“Touch me, ,” he says, and I slowly, slowly put a finger on his abdomen.

Blayn shudders, but not with fear or loathing, with lust and want. His eyes close as I trace around his impressive abs, swirling over the myriad of tattoos which cover his skin until I reach the “v” below his waist, a channel which leads directly to his huge, erect cocks.

“Do you want me to touch you everywhere, Blayn?” I murmur.

His arms shake, his eyes roll in his head, and pre-cum drips copiously from his cocks, both of them. The smaller (and by smaller, I don’t mean in the human sense at all, it’s still huge), lower cock positively runs with the pearly substance, dripping between my legs.

“Do you want me to touch your cocks?” I ask, and he makes a deep guttural sound in his chest, hips lifting.

I trip my fingers over the tip of his primary cock, and he thrusts into my hand with a groan. The second cock fits snugly under the first and his pre-cum is super slippery, easily coating both as I take him in hand and let him pump slowly back and forth.

“I need to be inside you, . I need to be sheathed in your tight heat,” he rasps, eyes squeezed shut. “But I don’t think I’ll fit.”

I have my doubts, but I’m also too far gone. I need Blayn as much as he needs me. My pussy aches for him, to feel, to have this huge gladiator taking me.

“Why don’t we try?”

Blayn doesn’t need any encouragement. From the straining muscles in his jaw, I can see he’s struggling to contain himself. I guide him between my legs until his cocks are notched at my entrance.

He presses forward, our combined fluids meaning after a brief intense stretch, he glides into me, his eyes widening as he goes deep.

“I am…” He pants. “…inside you.” He looks down to where we are joined. “I am inside you,” he breathes.

He circles his hips, and I am aware of how big he is, how full I am with two cocks buried deep in my channel.

“Feels good,” Blayn groans, withdrawing a short way and thrusting back.

I’m gathered in his arms, his head buried in my neck as he does another short thrust, followed by a bigger withdrawal and a much deeper thrust. I wrap my legs around his waist and hold on as his movements get smoother and I feel every single node which studs his impressive appendages, every inch of him driving, thrusting, his grunts, his groans, his sighs as he brings me closer and closer to the brink with every move.

“I am inside you,” he whispers in my ear. “Inside you, so deep inside you, and I’m going to fill up your tight, soaking cunt.”

His hips twirl, the nodes on his main cock hit my g-spot, and I’m gone, my pussy fluttering then pulsing over him. Blayn lifts his head away from my neck and stares into my eyes, a look of wonder on his face which is replaced by one of complete lust as he grabs my buttocks and slams himself home, groaning my name as I feel the first spurt of hot cum.

“…my . Mine,” he growls, shoving his head back into my shoulder, clutching me tight to him as my body is wracked with another orgasm.

There is a sharp pinch for an instant as his irregular thrusts decrease and he lets out a long, deep sigh as I continue to pulse over him, causing little shudders with every movement as I’m lost in the pillow of ecstasy which is his hard muscular body pressed tight against mine.

“My sweet.” Blayn strokes his thumb over my chin, his stunning dark eyes like pools of still water. “My mate.”

Mate?

I’m only supposed to touch him, to get him used to being touched. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Panic grips my chest, and I move, only to find…

“We’re…you’re…Blayn, are you stuck ?”

His face dissolves into a satisfied, sleepy smile. “My second cock has swelled. We are locked, so my seed will take root,” he says dreamily.

“How long are we…tied…like this?” The rising panic is causing my heart to beat harder and harder, until something tugs at my heart.

Bliss. Utter bliss. It cancels out the panic, and as Blayn cups my cheek, it’s almost as if what he is, what he feels is flowing into me.

“Until my body is ready to release you, sweet mate,” Blayn rasps. “And I never want to let you go.”