Page 48 of Chained

I help Tibi clear the table while wondering what Maxym is up to. Once everything is tidy, Retah asks Tibi to go with him to check supplies, and I’m left on my own in the makeshift living area.

“Little scrap?” Maxym’s deep, delicious voice has me looking up.

He stands with his hands at his sides and his wings drooping, brow slightly furrowed. His level of concern fills me.

“What is it?” I stand and walk over to him, putting my arms around his waist and delving my fingers into his feathers.

“I have nested for you,” he slurs happily.

“Then I need to see.”

I remove my hands and stare up at him. He blinks a couple of times, manages to regain his senses, and smiles hesitantly.

This huge gladiator, this predator, this killer, needs my approval. He takes my hand, and I follow him through the crates until we reach an alcove at the very far end of the basement, or at least the farthest we can go before Retah needs to unlock the rest of the area. A curtain is crudely hung on nails recently slammed into the rock.

“This is for you, myeregri.” Maxym pulls the curtain aside, and I peer in.

I gasp. I genuinely do not know how he has done it, but what should just be a dark side alcove has been completely transformed. Lights glitter everywhere, blue, green, and yellow. There are sumptuous fabrics covering the floor, and in the center is a large cup made from upholstery and goodness knows what else. The ceiling has items hanging from it. They twist and glitter in the breeze from the basement. I have to take a second glance to realize some of them are daggers, and some of them are parts from pulsar pistols.

Maxym really has used everything he can find to his best advantage. I can feel his anticipation as a prickle down my neck.

But I decide to draw things out a little. I walk around the nest, inspecting what he has done, not saying a word and keeping my mind as blank as possible, before throwing myself into the comfortable cup-bed.

“Not bad,” I pronounce.

In the blink of an eye, I’m caged by the most enormous, most horny Gryn, my wrists pinned above my head and my legs spread apart.

“Not bad?” he queries.

“For a first attempt,” I sass, knowing full well it’s going to get me naked.

Maxym dips his head and scrapes his fangs up my neck, making me shiver.

“Then I will have to go on nesting until I impress you,” he growls.

“I love it.” I laugh as he nibbles at me. “I really do, Maxym.”

“Too late, little scrap. I have you in my nest, and you will be mated and claimed.”

“Is that right?”

“It is a promise,” he rasps. I can feel the calm emanating from him. This is his domain, and he has me captured within it. “Asis my promise to pleasure you until this basement rings with my name.”

“Maxym!”

“That’s my name, but louder, my mate.”

In a snap, my clothing is missing, as is his. Huge cocks jut out, and he strokes them from root to tip thoughtfully while gazing down at me.

“I think you need to see the best part of this nest, little mate. The part I put in just for you.”

He reaches over my head and draws back a swathe of heavy brocade style fabric to reveal a mirror.

“I want to see you while I take you from behind. I want to gaze at your belly, your breasts and your face as I make you come,” he rumbles.

My core pulses. My experience in the bedroom wasn’t limited to the terrible fumble in a closet which resulted in the baby I’m now carrying, but this is something completely different…new and exciting.

“And I can see you too,” I whisper hoarsely.

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