Page 15 of Bound to the Alien Gladiator
The ache between my thighs turned molten, and I ground against him. He growled as his tentacles twined around us, sliding over and caressing me. They were slow, teasing, hungry.
Needing more— needing to feel something real, solid, and alive, I shifted my weight and rolled on top of him. Straddling his body, his hard cock nestled between us. I pumped my hips and coated his length in my wetness.
He was stretched out before me in all his glory. He clasped my thighs as I settled in the only place I forever wanted to be.
“I need you inside me.” I leaned down and devoured him with my mouth.
I nipped down his neck and raked nails across his chest.
“But your injuries. You almost died.”
“But I didn’t.” I roll my hips, slowly. “And I want you. I want this.”
Unbidden, his tentacles coiled around my limbs. Slick. Feather-light. One traced a slow path up my chest. I tugged one from my skin and gently sucked it into my mouth.
Tezakk hissed, and his eyes dilated with lust. He sat up and pulled me against him, and his suckers were suddenly everywhere, plucking at my nipples and the sensitive skin at my hips.
His tentacles were going to be so much fun.
But the suction and friction between us were almost unbearable, and I needed more, needed to be filled. “Please.”
“Take what you need.” His hands flexed into the flesh of my hips. “Everything that I am is yours.”
I lifted my hips and notched his shaft at my entrance, and I sank down slowly, feeling every inch of him. I bottomed out and dragged a groan from my lips. My pussy ached and pulsed around him. He was so deep. I felt him everywhere. His body trembled beneath mine, like the only thing keeping him tethered was me.
I moved, rising and sinking along with him in an ancient rhythm, as if our bodies had known each other for years. He thrusted up, eagerly meeting every undulation of my hips. We surged together like a storm breaking against itself.
Electricity sparked under my skin, and tension coiled in my core.
“Tezakk,” I murmured. His name was both a prayer and a promise. “I can’t. I can’t. I need—”
One tentacle curled between my legs, the tip flicking my clit with maddening precision. Suction built, soft then sharp, dragging me toward the edge.
His mouth crashed into mine, and he thrust up faster and harder into me. My breath groaned out of me. I couldn’t wait, wouldn’t deny myself what I desperately wanted. What I needed.
I rushed heedlessly toward the crest, and I felt him quaking against me.
“I’m yours,” he gasped, thrusting even faster. “And you are mine.”
I shattered, crying out as my thighs gripped him hard, and I spiraled with him in a crash of pleasure that hollowed me out and filled me all at once.
I collapsed atop him, his hips still thrusting into me. His tentacles caressed me, leaving a wet line from where they’d plucked at my clit. One tentacle curled gently around my arm, like he couldn’t bear to let me go. Not yet.
My arm vibrated. I lifted my head and stared at my arm, confused at the haptic response.
Tezakk tensed, his body already moving to shield mine. But it wasn’t danger that lurked around the corner.
“Ahem,” croaked a deep voice from the darkness of the doorway.
I peeked over Tezakk’s shoulder, since I was unable to make out who’d spoken.
“Doesn’t look like you need rescuing after all.” She stepped closer, claws wrapping around the bars.
“Cleo!” I threw off the blankets and rushed bare-ass naked to throw my arms around my First Mate, even though the rails made it difficult. “You’re here!”
She chuckled, her sharp front teeth exposed as she smiled. She pulled back to peer into my face.
“Didn’t you get the message?” Cleo picked up my vibrating arm. “Or is your interface tattoo not working?”
