Page 41 of Caged

I do not want to ask what she got plenty of, given Haxrix has an evil sense of humor. I scurry away to examine the dehydrators and hope my cheeks stop flaming.

I’m thirty-four, and I’ve been around this galaxy long enough. I shouldn’t be blushing like a nun at the memory of what Sylas and I did within an hour of meeting.

He’s turned me into a person I don’t recognize.

And he has set me free.

“Hello, little feather,” a voice filled with wicked promise growls in my ear. This time I don’t leap into the air in surprise. “I’ve got something for you.”

Sylas towers over me, his dark feathers shining in the lights. My knees go somewhat weak, and I want to berate myself, but it’s impossible in his presence. He is a veritable god, all muscles and glower. Dangerous and sexy.

“Okay,” I squeak.

He ushers me back through the transport, and I’m sure I can hear Haxrix laughing, until we reach the cabin again. Sylas leans over me to activate the door and then takes a step back.

The entire place has been utterly transformed. Gauzy fabric hangs from above the bed, and it is covered in tiny shards which reflect the light in a hundred twinkles. The bed itself is now bordered by a mound of blankets, enclosing it into a cozy hollow.Everywhere on the ceiling, there are strung items, some pretty, some a little odd, as I’m sure I spot a ladle.

“Do you…” Sylas’ voice rasps. “Do you like it?”

“Another nest?”

“For you, myeregri.” Sylas bows, his wings lifting up and crushing somewhat in the confined space of the corridor.

“Wow.” I step through the door to inspect his work.

How in all the galaxy has he managed to do this so quickly? Where did he find all of this stuff? I risk a glance back at him. He’s stock still, a half confused, half goofy smile on his face. I don’t think even Sylas knows why he is doing this.

But he is doing it for me.

I make a show of inspecting his work because I feel it’s probably what he’s waiting for. Trace my hands over the items he has hung until I get to the bed. Behind me, there’s a strangled noise as I pat the edge and smooth it out.

“I like it,” I announce.

Before I can move an inch, there’s a swish of feathers and I’m lifted up and into the bed, my massive Gryn gladiator caging me, nostrils flared and a feral look in his eyes.

“It is yours, I am yours.” His voice is hoarse, his cinnamon scent pouring from him, sweat sheening his bare chest, wings outstretched, covering us both. “I need you like I need my wings, little feather. Let me pleasure you in our nest.”

ALEX

Sylas traces his finger, the one without a claw, down the side of my face before dropping his head to capture my mouth with his.

I melt into his kiss. This hulk of a gladiator made a pretty nest for me. He might not understand why, but his instincts don’t lie.

And I was a fool for doubting him. Sylas does want me again, especially if the straining of the fabric on his pants is anything to go by.

He lets me up for air long enough to help me off with my clothing, which is tossed unceremoniously out of the nest. Sylas gazes down at me, his dark eyes taking in my body, making me feel at once self-conscious and at the same time like a queen.

“Such a beauty.” He runs his hands over my breasts, pulling gently on each nipple in turn, making me moan. He lifts his head, sucking in air, and his wings shiver. “Such a beauty who will give me…” He inclines his head on one side, brow furrowed for a second. “Three orgasms, I think, before she takes my cocks.”

It’s my turn to shudder as his hand moves over my stomach, holding for a second or two as he spans the massive appendageto encompass nearly all of my abdomen. Then it trails farther down until he cups my pussy.

“Three?” he says contemplatively. “Maybe that’s not enough.”

“I’m going to die if you give me more than three,” I breathe.

“I don’t want you to die, little feather, unless they are the little deaths from pure pleasure.” He slips in a thick digit between my folds, sliding it in and out with a serious expression on his face as he studies me. “Do you think this might cause you to die?”

He curls up his finger and I see stars almost instantly as his thumb hits my clit, circling the sensitive pearl with just the right amount of pressure. My vision sheets white as the first climax hits me. Sylas is rumbling under his breath, swirling his fingers in a way which is mind blowing in the extreme.

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