Page 19 of Caged

“Yes…but he doesn’t matter, not now,” I say rapidly as Sylas’ eyes go glassy with a rage I feel through the vibrations in his body. “What matters is not getting caught by him.”

“I don’t care. I will rip his arms off and make him eat them,” Sylas snarls.

Not that I don’t want something unpleasant to happen to the Habosu who has been the demise of many a most likely innocent party and my main torturer for the past nova-year, but I’d rather there was no further bloodshed.

“Erm…that won’t be necessary.”

“You belong to me, little feather, and no one touches you. Ever,” He adds with an odd flourish.

“Okay…” I contemplate the weird juxtaposition of his words. “We might need to talk about that once we’re off the streets.” Igaze at him. Sylas stares back, a soft expression on his chiseled face. “And you’ll need to put me down.”

He doesn’t move until there is a slight drop of his head where he seems to take in the fact I’m wrapped around him like a spider monkey. The corner of his mouth hitches up, making his handsome face look utterly wicked.

“And what if I like this position?” He pushes my back up against the wall.

I feel his hips circle. My core responds with a throb.

Oh god, what ifIlike this position too?

Nope, nope, nope. This can’t be happening!

“Then we’ll both get caught, and I’ll be returned to my master and you to the dome.”

“Not going to happen.” He dips his head, and before I can stop him, those bad, bad lips are on mine.

This powerful creature is as gentle as can be, and all the while, he turns my body to jelly and my head to mush. Each touch of his lips is like fire and ice, hot and perfect, his tongue tangling with mine and I never ever…

“Oh!” I’m released for air.

“I need to mate you, little feather. I need to plunder your body, fill you, worship you.” He growls in a way which almost sounds like it’s not something he is saying, but something far more primal.

And while my head is one hundred percent not on board with this plan of action, my body has other ideas, and they involve acquiescing to Sylas who is trailing his lips down my throat. Heat pools between my legs.

“We can’t stay here,” I pant, one hand on the back of his thick, muscular neck, the other wrapped around his massive bicep.

“No, we cannot,” Sylas says, pulling me back off the wall and casually slamming against a small door, bursting it open and ducking us both inside.

He slams it shut with his foot.

“We can stay here,” he growls in my ear. “It is safe.”

I’m guessing anyone who was inside has exited swiftly with the arrival of a massive gladiator as there are no sounds to suggest the place is inhabited.

“You want it to be, you mean.” I attempt to huff, but I can feel what Sylas is packingdown there,and the part of me which hasn’t had any action since long before I was abducted is ridiculously intrigued.

His mouth hitches into that gorgeous grin, the one which would melt hearts the universe over.

“Anywhere I am, you are safe,” he says, dropping me onto the alien version of a couch and descending on top of me like an avenging angel.

I am caged by him.

I think I like it.

“We’re filthy, we’re on the run, and this is such a bad idea.” I gasp as he applies his mouth to the skin behind my ear and makes me see stars.

“We’re only filthy on the outside.” Sylas lifts above me, as if doing such a press up is quite commonplace.

To add to his show of strength, he lifts one arm and casually plucks at my clothing.

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