Cleo
CLEO
I stare up at the ceiling of my room. Shadows chase light across them as various air transport fly over Retah’s dwelling. Sleep is not coming easily tonight. I’m still turning over the events of the day.
I can’t get Maxym out of my head either. What I thought was a male obsessed with violence, possessive, dominant, and a bit of a wanker, has turned out to be nothing like I expected. A prisoner, accused of a crime he says he didn’t commit. Kind, easy to talk to, and fiercely protective.
There’s also the reaction to me touching him and the brief mention of a nest, neither of which I was prepared for.
My hand strays to my stomach, the secret I know I can’t possibly hide for much longer. Both Retah and Tibi are going to notice sooner or later. While I could potentially claim it’s a human thing, the eventual emergence of a baby is not going to be something I can explain away.
And I don’t fancy having to give birth in secret, on my own, either.
Outside, the forcefield across my window fizzes. I look briefly but expect it’s one of the bird-sized moths which occasionally and rather dangerously flit across Tatatunga, given how many of them are likely to be eaten by predators or incinerated by transport engines.
It fizzles again, and this time there is a flash of blue light. I sit up. Retah’s entire dwelling is heavily fortified, even if you can’t see it, purely because of the weaponry he often keeps stored in the basement below us.
I shove the bedclothes aside and make my way to the window, picking up the sword I have leaning next to my closet, the one I use for my daily workout. Keeping back, I risk a quick glance into the courtyard. It seems quiet.
Then something large moves from shadow to light. Something Gryn-shaped.
“Maxym?”
His face appears, grinning. “ Let me in ,” he mouths at me.
I have no idea what Retah is going to make of this if he catches me, but it’s going to be worse for Maxym if he’s found in the courtyard, a place where no one unauthorized is supposed to be.
“That way!” I say in a hoarse whisper, pointing down the building towards the back door.
I race through the dwelling in my bare feet until I reach it, activating the lock as quietly as I can. Maxym stands against the limited light, hesitating.
“Come in, before you activate the alarms.” I grab hold of his hand and pull him inside.
Once he’s in, he seems bigger than ever and completely out of place. Retah is a big male, but Maxym is even larger. His presence is almost suffocating.
I certainly can’t risk him being found here, so I pull him back along the passage and shove him into my room.
Before I can say a word, I’m caged against the wall by my feathered guest. His spicy cinnamon scent surrounds me.
“I couldn’t get you out of my head, ,” He rasps. “My head is not a nice place, but you make it better.”
“Did you…get permission to leave the dome?” I breathe as his dark eyes gaze at me.
“No.”
I now have a fugitive gladiator in my room. A huge predator who is here for me.
“You can’t…”
My words are cut off as his lips consume mine in a kiss which is devastating in its intensity. It’s the kiss I’ve been not thinking about since I first met him. The kiss he gave to me when I wasn’t sure what I wanted.
And I want it now, my body melding to his as he gives me everything.
“Needy little mate,” he murmurs over my mouth. “What else do you need?”
His hand runs over the swell of my stomach, but it doesn’t stop. Even as a groan bubbles in his chest, the hand slides down, over my nightclothes and back up my bare thigh, pushing between my legs to reach my folds.
“Already wet,” he rasps. “What have you been doing, bad little female?”
“Thinking of you,” I admit.
“And were you touching yourself?” he says, swirling his finger over my clit and making my hips slam into his hand.
“I was thinking about it.”
“Dirty little mate,” he growls in a voice so sinful I flood his hand with my moisture. “I want to watch you touch yourself while you think about me.”
Instantly, my Maxym cage is gone and my clothing removed. I’m standing, completely naked, in front of him.
“Touch yourself,” Maxym commands.
There’s a bulge in his pants I can’t ignore. Whatever he has in there is pretty spectacular, but it’s his eyes burning into me which mean I obey without question.
One hand rests on my stomach as the other inches down and underneath. I’m absolutely soaking, there’s no denying it as I swirl around my clit, dropping my head back against the wall at my own touch.
“Eyes on me, little scrap,” Maxym orders. “I want you to see what you’re doing to me.”
I do as he says and find he’s as naked as I am, his cock…no, wait…his cocks , ramrod straight as he palms them slowly from root to tip.
Even in his huge hands, they’re still massive. Pre-cum drips from the tips onto the floor in a long slow flow. The smaller (and I use the word advisedly) of the two fits into a groove under the larger, but Maxym separates them with every stroke.
“Touch yourself, my eregri ,” he says. “Touch your pretty cunt. I want to see you come undone.”
I can’t look away from his cocks, but my fingers obey him as I imagine what it might be like to have those monsters inside me, buried deep before he makes me feel every inch on withdrawal.
So, when it hits, my orgasm takes me completely by surprise. I remember not to scream and wake the entire neighborhood, but my hoarse voice roars Maxym’s name.
I find myself plucked from my feet and laid across the bed as he buries his head between my legs, lapping up my moisture like he’s a male desperate for a drink. One clawed hand spans my small bump, encompassing it completely.
“Delicious.” He raises his head, mouth slick with evidence of my climax. “Now you are going to take my cocks.”
The great appendages are dripping as he gazes down at me, his dark eyes missing nothing.
“And you are going to ride me.”
A ghost of my former orgasm ripples through me at his words.
“Ride you?”
“Ride me.”
He rolls onto the bed and pulls me onto his hard chest as I straddle him.
“Maxym,” I moan as his cocks press at both of my entrances. “I’ve never…I mean, not in my second hole…before.”
“My cocks are made for you, little scrap. They want to be inside you and have since the first moment I saw you,” he rasps. “Hold tight and relax, and you will be able to take all your pleasure from me.”
He thrusts up, and the tip of each cock breaches me. The smaller smooth, slippery as if covered in lube, pushes easily through the tight ring of muscle at my bottom hole as the larger one stretches me wide, wide, wide.
“Breathe, little scrap, breathe,” he murmurs. “You’re going to look stunning impaled on my cocks.”
I release the air I’m holding as if I don’t remember how to, and as I do, Maxym drills deeper. I’m expecting it to be painful, but it’s not. There is just a feeling of being incredibly full.
“You are made to be filled by me, . Made to be pleasured by me, made to be bred by me.” Maxym cups my stomach. “And I can’t wait until you’re big and ripe and round with young so I can gaze on you like I do now.” His huge thumb sweeps over my skin. “And I can’t wait to fill your belly all over again.”
Without warning, my second climax hits me, I can’t do anything other than ride him, take him, and let him take me. Completely.