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Although I didn’t think she’d comply, her hand stops moving immediately.

“I don’t want you to come against the wall, Pyne. I want to swallow you down.”

My cock jerks at her words as every muscle in my body tightens in an effort to keep from erupting. No female has ever talked to me this way, wanted me this much. My thoughts are spinning with how heady this is.

She pulls me away from the wall and dances me under the showerhead.

“I need you in my mouth right now, Pyne.” Her voice is needy, husky.

The moment the suds sluice off my body and down the drain, she drops to her knees on the hard tile floor, grips the base of my cock, and gazes up at me through spiky lashes.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” she says.

I can’t believe those words came from her lips. Shouldn’t I be the one saying this to her?

Her gaze flicks to my stiff rod as she licks her lips. Seeing my green cock bobbing so close to her mouth, I can imagine why she’s hesitating. I’m big down there. I’m not sure she can handle me.

Her uncertainty doesn’t last long, though. She sticks out that pretty, pink tongue and licks around my rim. I grip her shoulders and hang on for the best moments of my life.

My talented baker’s gaze never leaves mine as she licks and laps and circles. Pointing her tongue, she delves into my little slit as though she’s searching for honey.

The sensation is almost too much for me to handle—but I’m selfish. I want more.

Each caress of her tongue, each gentle suck and nip, brings me closer to the edge. She discovers exactly how to please me, and I can’t help but moan and buck against her mouth.

“So good, Becca. Sodrackinggood.”

While she fists my base, she bobs as far as she can manage, all the while keeping our connection with her eyes.

“You’re sucking my cock so well.”

My praise spurs her on, as she bobs faster, fists me harder, and moans with sheer pleasure at the act of giving me bliss.

“I’m going to—” My voice is a harsh growl as I try to pull her off me, knowing she certainly doesn’t want… but she holds ontighter and groans as though she was dying of thirst and I just provided her with life-giving water as I pump into her. Our pleasured groans mingle and rise over the sound of the shower pouring down on us.

When I grip her shoulders, wanting to pull her to stand, she fights me as she steals a few laps at my length to catch every last drop of my spend before I drag her to her feet.

We sag together as I shelter her from the spray, my arms around her as I murmur into the shell of her ear. “Your touch, Becca, so generous, so sweet.”

If I didn’t love her before she gave me such ecstasy without a thought to her own pleasure, I certainly do now.

“We need to get dressed, sugarplum. Arisha will kill us if we’re late.”

Her eyes flare wide as our glances meet. What is usually a figure of speech is now, after today’s episode in the arena, a deadly possibility.

Chapter Twenty-One

Becca

The familiar hum of the cooking arena fills my ears as Pyne and I take our place at our station. Though we shared such pleasure in the shower, my heart is now racing in fear as I’m bombarded with reminders of the events that happened earlier in the arena.

Our moments alone in our room distracted me, but now, back in the bright lights and gleaming surfaces of the cooking arena, a new worry gnaws at my gut. My anxiety is banished, though, when all the other contestants, except for the Saurians, clap, bang their utensils against the counter, and let Pyne know they approved of how he handled the situation in the arena.

Breaking protocol, Lyriax strides across the room and gives Pyne the high honor given to gladiators—a fist to the chest. The Iridian takes it a step further, though. He bows deeply, thenstraightens and says, “How do I thank the male who saved my life? I will be forever grateful.”

“We all came out winners.” Pyne’s tone is humble. “And your fated mate is returned to you.”

“Get to your stations!” Arisha’s face is a thundercloud as she surveys the contestants, her eyes flickering with barely contained rage. “Well, wasn’t the gladiatorial match a thrilling display?” Her voice drips with sarcasm. “But now it’s time to get back to the real competition. And I have a special challenge in store for you today.”

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