Page 5 of Bound to the Alien Gladiator
He returned his attention to the boiling pot, and I zeroed in on the seeping wound on his back where I’d shoved the knife in. I knew I’d gone deep. If I concentrated hard enough, I still could feel the ghost of a handle in my hand thrusting and twisting the blade with all my strength to survive the fight. I’d chosen a weapon off the rack that had been sharp and deadly but apparently not deadly enough to kill him.
I took a half step closer, drawn to the other scars and cuts littering his body. Had he earned all these scars in the pit?
With his back still toward me, I slipped silently into the sleeping area and grabbed the healing cream. On silent feet, I padded back to his silent figure and leaned close to the ragged slice of oozing skin. This close, I could see the small, intricate lines of smaller scales covering his body. I scooped a glob on my finger and smoothed it onto the wound.
He tensed, and a guttural groan escaped him. “Rena Vale, do not—”
I wouldn’t stop. Unwilling to resist the call, my other hand glided a dollop of cream onto a cut on one of his tentacles. I was unsure if I had nicked it in our fight. It was smooth on the outer skin, but underneath, facing his body, were small suckers. They stuck to my fingers, holding and releasing them as I sliddown their length. I shivered, imagining how they would feel in other, more intimate locations.
This close, I got another powerful hit of his scent. It was deep, earthy, and dark. I took a deep inhale. It was like the first breath of fresh air I took after a long haul of the stale, recycled air in space. Sweet and clear and so, so necessary.
With one hand continuing to rub the cream into his back, I ran my fingers lightly over his tentacles, just barely brushing against them. I could feel the small cups respond to my touch, trying to attach my skin, but I was too quick.
Tezakk moaned, and my body heated and prickled at the sound. I felt unmoored, as if I would do anything right now to get him to make that sound again. He didn’t pull away, so I stroked my hand across his entire back, mapping every ridge and divot in my mind.
My heart quickened as the other tentacles encircled me. Crouched as he was, Tezakk wound one around my ankle. It slid upwards and attached itself with a wet grip to my thigh. Another caressed my arm and pulled me closer to him. His back muscles tensed against my heaving chest. One tentacle caressed my neck, and I shivered.
I should think of this male as my enemy. I should worry about what my next battle would bring or how to stay alive long enough for my friends to find me, but I could only focus on the fluttering in my stomach and the building heat between my thighs.
Without warning, the tentacles released their grip, and Tezakk turned to face me. The yellow veins of the bioluminescence glowed brighter, shining into my eyes. I tilted my head down, afraid to look into his face. I knew when he groaned what I was getting myself into, and I wanted the physical distraction.
The question was, did he?
I didn’t have time to worry because his hands gripped my hips, and he pulled me closer, running his cheek up and down my front. Almost as if he was drinking me in, inhaling me into his very soul. I leaned in and pressed against his face, trying to egg him on. He palmed my ass. His large hands squeezed with just the right amount of pressure, and now it was my turn to moan.
I was dying to have him closer, and I wriggled out of my shorts, letting them fall to the floor. His hands returned to my ass and squeezed hard as he buried his face between my thighs and growled.
“Tezakk!” I squealed, but he just pushed me back against the shelves and lifted my legs over his shoulders as his hands braced my ass. I was spread open, and he gave me one long lick from top to bottom. His tongue danced around my clit, teasing, flicking, and working on me in a way I’d never felt before.
I could feel every inch of his tongue, nubbly and rough, as he dragged it up and down and swirled my sensitive nub. Writhing, I braced my arms on the shelves as wetness flowed from me. I wanted all of him and none of him as the powerful sensations built, pushing me toward a pinnacle I didn’t think I could survive.
He twirled his tongue, not letting up, and I wanted to scream, to pull him closer and push him away all at the same time. My body coiled tighter, clenching and unclenching until I became a being of pure need and fear. He was shoving me toward an edge I normally walked to. It was like I was a feast, and he hadn’t had sustenance in weeks.
His tentacles reached up and twined around my legs. They attached and forced me even wider, opening me up for him. They puckered and released, teasing the sensitive skin onthe inside of my thighs. I threw my head back, slamming it into the shelving. I didn’t care about the pain as I clenched tight on nothing, and I needed that changed.
He shifted his palm and worked one finger and then two into my core. His fingers were so long and thick, and he curled them just right inside me as he slowly pumped them in and out. All this time, his tongue never stopped curling around my most sensitive spot. My legs were shuddering, tightening against his jaw as I felt every movement of his tongue as he ate me. Tension coiled deep within me, and I rode his face, desperate for release. I wanted to come all over his face, and I couldn’t believe I was this frantic.
I didn’t care.
His tongue was better than every other cock I’d ever had and wouldn’t quit.
When he pumped into me with his hand again, it slid over my g-spot. Static overrode everything as it sent me over the edge. I screamed and rode his hand as I had the biggest orgasm of my life. My hands unclenched from his tentacles as I went limp, quaking as aftershocks rolled through my body. No one had ever fucked me like this. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to top this again, and that worried me.
His bioluminescence pulsed yellow in a tempo matching my racing heart.
“Mine,” he rumbled against my leg, and it almost sent me over the edge again.
I was delirious. I had to be, to be so close to coming again. I struggled to take control of my legs, to climb off his face, but I was in no shape to argue given my limbs were basically limp noodles still high on endorphins.
In one smooth motion, he stood, and my legs wound around his waist. He stared intently into my eyes, and my breath stalled.
“Mine,” he growled.
Without waiting for a response, he slid his arms under me and swept me away from the shelving and laid me gently on the bed. I could protest, but why would I when I was right where I wanted to be?
Braced above me, his tentacles curled down to block everything else from view. I flashed back to the fight when I’d trusted him in nearly the same position.
His tentacles slid through my hair, tugging at the strands. He growled. “Did you hear what I said, Rena Fucking Vale?”
