Page 45 of Captain's Companion

He snatched the pants off the bed. Soft, warm, and comfortable, he frowned. “These are the sleep pants my mother sent me.”

“That will be the last time you mention her tonight,” Gwyn said a slight smirk on her lips. She watched as the purple material covered him. It did nothing to hide his erection. Her eyes followed his hands as he pulled the pants up to cover Little Ulrik who wasn’t so little.

“Now, what’s the plan,” Ulrik demanded.

“Close your eyes and follow me,” she said tugging on his hand.

“Yes, mistress,” Ulrik said softly as he reached for her.

“I will punish you,” Gwyn said.

“God, I hope so,” Ulrik muttered.

She turned, glared at him, reminded him of how his mother let his father know she was annoyed.

“All right,” he said closing his eyes. With his cock aching he thought he might explode, he let her lead him back to the lounge.

With only their hands touching, he inhaled the scent of her, knew she was as aroused as he was. She must want to do something. Probably some romantic style dinner where they sat at the table with candles and flowers and food. If it was, he’d smear the food all over her and have his dinner while he took her.

“Sit,” she said. She pushed him gently into the chair behind him.

“Can I open my eyes,” he growled as the chair beneath him shifted to accommodate his form.

“Open your mouth,” she murmured as she rubbed a finger across his mouth.

“You’re killing me,” he growled but opened his mouth.

She popped a tart Durany berry into his mouth. “Chew,” she said as she kissed the corner of his mouth.

The tart juice burst from the berry but a slightly bitter chocolate accompanied it. “Hmmm,” he said. His favorite treat, chocolate covered Durany berries.

As he swallowed, she swept her lips across his again and again. He reached for her, but she withdrew. “Open your eyes,” she whispered by his ear.

Ulrik opened his eyes to discover their table covered in snacks. A large screen faced the chair he sat in. Baffled, he turned towards her. “What is this?”

“Rage of the Dragons,” Gwyn said as she sat in the chair next to him. Mischief lit her eyes as her mouth spread into a grin, “I plan to kill you multiple times.”

“Do you,” he asked. Seeing the controller on the table, he picked it up as he grabbed a handful of the chocolate covered berries. “We’ll see about that.”

For two hours they played and tried to kill each other. “You know this might work better if we cooperated,” Ulrik suggested.

“Are you proposing an alliance,” Gwyn asked. It took him long enough.

“I might be,” he said. “We’d have to call a truce.”

“Hmmm,” Gwyn said. “By my count, you’ve died more than I have how would a truce benefit me?”

“We could tackle the wizard together,” Ulrik said reaching across her for more chocolate. He loved chocolate, especially if he smeared it on her.

“I might be open to an alliance,” Gwyn said. “Until the wizard’s dead.”

“Then you’ll try to kill me,” Ulrik laughed. She was a vicious fighter in the game. Strategy and stealth two of her strong points.

“Possibly,” she said. “What will you offer for me to not kill you?”

“Hours of sensual distraction,” Ulrik suggested.

“Oh, that’s later,” Gwyn said. “And definitely not in a virtual format.”

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