Alex

ALEX

S ylas 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 appendage to 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.

Sylas is making my body sing like a bird caged forever and suddenly set free. I've never had an orgasm plucked from me by a human man, and yet this mixed-up alien male, one to whom violence always seems to be the answer—he's strumming me like he's known me my entire life.

I convulse, my hips lifting, and his hand follows, deep, gorgeous voice crooning my name as I gasp and flail.

"There's one, little mate, now how about we get you two more and I can decide if you've been good enough to be filled and mated?"

"Sylas!"

With a sinuous move, he has his lips on my clit and his tongue in my pussy, lapping up my earlier climax with a gusto which should be obscene but instead sets me off on yet another journey to the stars.

"Sweet and perfect for your mate," he murmurs against me, hand cupping my buttocks raising me to where he is devouring every single inch.

He gently swirls the tip of a finger around my tight pucker. It sends a shiver through me, a glorious, forbidden shiver.

"I want you filled in every hole, little feather, almost more than I want my second cock to swell inside you again."

The clawless digit dips inside me as he delves his tongue into my channel, eating me as if his life depended on it, sending pleasure spiraling within me until I'm on the very tipping point.

"Sylas!" His name echoes around the room as his finger pushes deeper and my climax crashes around me.

This is unreal, that he can bring me to completion so many times. I'm breathless, boneless, completely beguiled by him.

"That's two." He grins at me, mouth glistening from my moisture. He licks his lips salaciously and with obvious enjoyment.

"I can't!" I'm panting, my lady bits are on fire, and my body is twitching uncontrollably.

"You will," Sylas growls. "No mate of mine remains without pleasure in our nest. Even if she might die of it."

The grin becomes utterly, terribly, gloriously wicked as he pushes his finger into my spasming channel, thumb gently pressing at my bottom hole. I don't know how he does it, but he is already sending me into yet another orgasm. This huge, scarred hulk of a gladiator is as gentle as he is massive, and the way his eyes burn into mine is more than enough.

"Can you take some Gryn cocks, little feather? Can I sheathe myself in your slick heat and give you everything I have?" he murmurs in my ear, his hard body pressed against mine, his fingers still making me pulsate.

"If you don't, you will be sorry." It's my turn to growl. "I want you, Sylas. I want you inside me, now!"

"Such a demanding little mate," he rasps.

His pants are already gone, and I can feel his thick, hot lengths against my thigh. He might have brought me to completion three times, but I'm craving even more of Sylas. I need him.

His main cock notches at my entrance, and as I arch my back, he drives into me in a smooth, glorious movement.

"Sweet ," he rasps. "My cocks belong in you."

He holds, sweat sheening his chiseled form. "I will not die here, but I cannot hold back. I must take you with everything I have. Can you take me, like a good little mate?"

"Take me, Sylas," I murmur, my channel clamping over him already.

He withdraws with agonizing slowness, gazing down at where we are joined.

"Look at you, stretched around me, stretched so tight." His voice is hoarse, his arms shaking. "You are beautiful, ."

I reach up to touch his cheek. "Take me, Sylas. I am yours."

"Mine."

He slides back with a deep growl, eyes blazing. His lips capture mine as his hips circle, pumping himself into me as I do my best to wrap my legs around his bulk and simply hold on. My hands go into his feathers, and Sylas groans with pleasure, redoubling his thrusts, the nodes on both of his cocks hitting every pulse point I have until the galaxy returns to my vision once again, and I'm clamping down hard on him.

He roars out as his orgasm hits, hot cum volcano like inside me. There's an incredible stretch, and Sylas encloses me in his arms, face buried in my skin, groaning my name.

Every inch of me is on fire, burning for him, pulsing for him, and as he wraps me in his wings, I know I never want to be anywhere else but in a nest built by my gladiator.

For a long while, there is only the distant hum of the transport engines. My stomach gurgles and Sylas's eyes fly open.

I wriggle against him, but there's a stretch and a pull I wasn't expecting. He seems stuck inside me.

"What's going on?"

Sylas hums with pleasure. "My second cock has swelled. We are locked, sweet eregri ."

"Locked? What do you mean, you're stuck inside me? For how long?"

I squirm again, but he wraps his arms around me, holding me still with a deep rumble in his chest. A comforting rumble, not so far from a cat's purr.

I stare at him. He smiles and traces a finger down the side of my face.

"I don't know, little feather. This has never happened to me before. You are the only female ever to have aroused my second cock. As far as I'm concerned, I never want to let you go."