Page 22 of Caged

When it sears through me, my orgasm is exquisite. The climaxes Sylas gave me before were only the appetizers. This thing is the main course, and it takes everything, the air from my lungs, the ability to control any limb. I pulse uncontrollably as it rolls through me, seeming never to end.

Sylas lifts his head and roars as his thrusts become irregular and I feel the gush of hot cum he releases, every defined muscle in his body straining to be as gentle as this huge giant can be.

“Sweet mate,” he rasps through ragged breaths. “You have conquered your gladiator.”

ALEX

Sylas scoops me up against him, carefully placing me in a position where I won’t be crushed by his massive bulk. One wing drapes over both of us as slowly our collective chests stop heaving and at least my mind finally starts firing on all cylinders.

What the hell did we just do? What did I do? I had the best sex of my life with the biggest, baddest gladiator of them all, and I’ve only just met him.

Who am I?

I thought I was the abductee human, resigned to her fate in a far-away galaxy, expecting death and hoping for freedom.

Turns out, I’m the girl who steals away a gladiator and gives in to her deepest, most hidden desires.

Which is when it hits me, hard.We had unprotected sex. Can a human get pregnant with a Gryn? Is that even possible?

“Little feather.” Sylas burrows his head into the side of my neck, his nose huffing and his tongue lapping over my skin.

“We shouldn’t have done that,” I say, attempting to keep the panic from my voice. “Not without protection.”

Sylas is still hard inside me, his hips flicking occasionally as his release continues.

“I’m here to protect you,” he says, voice taking on a sleepy burr. “Always.”

“I mean, I could get pregnant.” I hate how scared I sound.

What would Ixor do if I did get pregnant? Probably sell the baby to the highest bidder.

“Oh, sweet mate, what a thing that would be,” he murmurs, eyes half-lidded as his hand drifts over my stomach. “To fill you with my youngling.” His voice is wistful, far away, and his response is not what I’d expect from my killing machine. “I was changed too much in my time on the farm. Too many experiments on my body. It’s highly unlikely I’ve been left able to breed.”

His eyes open, and he searches my face with a hunted look, the one I saw on him just after the explosion.

“They didn’t want to repeat the same mistake,” he says in a rush.

My heart goes into overdrive, pounding against my chest as if it wants to break free. I didn’t mean to hurt Sylas with my words or concerns.

“You are no mistake.” I cup his face, and for an instant he shies from me before leaning into my touch.

I’ve been hurt and controlled by my treatment since I was abducted, but it’s nothing compared to Sylas, that much is clear.

“We should go,” I say quietly after a while where there are no sounds other than our breathing.

“You are mine, little feather, and wherever you go, I will always be there.”

“Sylas,” I say carefully. “My master, Ixor, thought that maybe I was your…mate?” I don’t want to believe anything Ixor said was true, but we’re here now, and I’ve just banged this huge gladiator in a stranger’s house in the heat of the moment.

Sylas’s face breaks into the goofiest smile. “Mate,” he repeats dreamily.

Guess I have the answer to that particular query.

“Which is a problem,” I go on, loathing myself with every single word. “He wanted me to get you to provide him with protection in the dome, to show him the best place he could be in order to carry out his work.”

Sylas is still smiling. “His work?”

“Ixor is a Habosu bounty hunter. He’s after a high-profile politician here in Tatatunga. This bounty is dead or alive and Ixor specializes in dead,” I say, averting my eyes from his.

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