He grunts with enjoyment every time he hits bottom. I’m surprised to hear my own moans of contentment, now so loud I imagine they can be heard all the way to the solarium.
He quickens his pace, which puts me over the edge again, my orgasm made even more intense by having his huge cock pressing against my inner walls. He doesn’t stop, he just keeps thrusting until I’m having one long orgasm with highs and lows and pauses. It’s like a rollercoaster ride with ups and downs but it never lets up.
Everything seems to be building to one final explosion. When it hits, it’s so potent, so overwhelming, that a scream rips from my throat. I nuzzle my head to him, somehow finding his shoulder and biting down as my eyes roll into the back of my head in ecstasy.
He growls as his thrusts quicken for that last sprint toward pleasure, then he comes. His jets spurt into me, bathing my internal walls with his hot release. He’s a big male—every part of him—but for some reason, he feels even bigger now.
“Um, Bayne?” I don’t know how to phrase my question.
“We’re knotted. From listening to the other males, it appears it’s not common in all races. It will go down soon.”
I don’t know what evolutionary purpose it serves, but it ensures I’ll get my cuddle fix every single time we make love. I like it.
He relaxes on top of me, careful to put his weight on his forearms as he rests his head next to me, his lips on my neck, too tired to pucker. After a moment of this, he kisses me, then flips us so he’s on the bottom with me on top. We’re still connected.
He wipes stray hair off my face, then rewards me with a grunt.
“High praise,” I say.
“Yes. Highest praises.”
Oh, the look in his eyes. I think that warm, melty, lovey look in his eyes just might be better than the best-ever-sex-in-the-world that we just had.
“I love you too,” I say.
For some reason, I get the feeling that WarDog is close. I don’t know how I know, we’ve never discussed how it actually works inside his head. I know they share the space in there, and I know WarDog is sentient to some extent.
I assume he didn’t just pop out now. I imagine he was present for the last hour. This doesn’t feel odd, though. It’s like a bonus.
“I love you too, WarDog,” I say without a hint of awkwardness.
I’m rewarded with a little chuff that sounds so WarDog, yet flies from Bayne’s mouth.
“Lucky me,” I say with a sigh as I settle into the covers for a well-deserved nap. “When I fell for you I got a twofer.”
Chapter Ten
Bayne
This is a new feeling for me. I’ve never waited to attack an enemy before. Not one intent on killing me. As I explained to Willa, on Skylose the stakes were never death. Which is why we were so completely unprepared and destroyed by the attack on our village that day over ten annums ago, we had never had to fight for our lives. We were hunters, not killers. That changes today.
Erro and I are waiting in the forest at our assigned spot. Two other pairs of gladiators are spaced out at the edge of the trees, waiting for the signal. We’ll attack here on the ground, and fourteen other males will beam down from the ship at the same time, ensuring the element of surprise.
As we discussed the plan, it was assumed there might be casualties on our end. We all agreed to this mission, though, tired of being on the run. We’ve been slaves long enough. We want our freedom and are willing to fight for it. The risks and possible sacrifice will be worth it.
Willa is waiting for me on the Fool’s Errand and I imagine she’s more anxious than I am. To her credit, she never begged me not to go. It would have been awkward. As much as I care for her, I couldn’t oblige her. I’m a warrior. This is the right thing to do.
It doesn’t mean she’s not scared for me, though. At least we had last night. I can go to my grave having experienced the love of a good female.
The word “Now!” comes into my ear through my comm. Without hesitation, Erro and I run out of the woods into the open. This will be one of the moments most fraught with danger. We’re fully exposed, unprotected.
My heart pounds so loudly I can feel the blood in my ears. When I fought in my canine form, my humanoid self was too buried to feel fear even though I was being led into the arena. Now, I’m aware this moment might be my last. I might never see Willa again.
WarDog whines at that sentiment, We will succeed. I was undefeated in the arena. We will fight for our mate, avenge our mother, take vengeance for the lives taken from our pack, he assures me with total canine confidence. I take strength in his conviction.
The fact that we’re coming from different directions will make it harder for our enemies to mow us all down, but we have about five-hundred fiertos to run before we reach the walls of the compound.
We race silently, not wanting to call attention to our attack. Every fierto closer to the compound we get without alerting the guards keeps us all a bit safer. We’re over halfway to our destination when our comrades from the ships beam down to join us. It’s only now I hear the first laser burst.
Faster, I tell myself, or perhaps it was my canine whispering to me. My strides elongate
