Free Gladiator's Prize by Joanna Wylde Page A

jerked and he leaned closer. She rubbed him again, sliding his erection between her breasts, pressing them close around him.
    “You have no idea how good that feels,” he muttered. “Don’t stop.”
    “I wasn’t planning on it,” she murmured. He started thrusting against her, and she watched, fascinated, as his cock rose up between her breasts again and again. She’d intended to suckle him with her mouth, but this seemed to be working quite well.
    K’rilla liked the way his face had started to flush and the way that each thrust grew a little harder. The head of his cock wept fluids, easing the way between her flesh, and she felt an answering wetness between her own legs. Suddenly the novelty of the position wore off, K’rilla becoming acutely aware that he was having all the fun.
    She dropped her breasts and pulled away, rising quickly to her feet.
    “That’s not going to cut it for me,” she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the bedroom. “I want to have some fun here too.”
    He followed her and they ran into the room together, ripping off their clothes and grinning at each other like two unruly teenagers. She felt young and silly and happy.
    Carefree. Probably stupid, considering they’d be leaving soon on what could very well be a one-way trip to fight Imperial forces. But none of that mattered right now—all she cared about was joining with her mate, binding themselves together and enjoying this brief reprieve from all their cares and worries.
    As she stepped out of her pants and kicked them away, she felt his arms come around her. He spun her down onto the bed and she landed on her back. Saul followed her down, kissing her on the mouth. At first his lips were hard but they softened as the kiss deepened. K’rilla closed her eyes, allowing herself to fall into his caress and truly relax for the first time since her release from interrogation. Lying in his arms felt good—
    more than good. Being with Saul was like coming home and for once she didn’t feel awkward and strange. She’d never fit in with the other girls, even before any of them 59
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    found their lifemates. Among the engineers she just felt like another one of the boys.
    But with Saul? He made her feel special and soft and wonderful.
    Not to mention horny.
    His lips pulled away from her, trailing down her neck to her breast, sucking one of the soft peaks into his hot mouth. Oh damn… K’rilla squirmed against him and he slipped a hand between her legs. Two fingers dropped down between her inner and outer lips, sliding back and forth in the slick wetness of her arousal. Each movement caressed her clit without ever providing any direct stimulation. Saul matched each tug of his fingers with a deep suck of her breast. At first it felt amazing, but the longer he continued the less satisfied she felt. Her body demanded more.
    Now.
    K’rilla arched against his hand, mewling. Saul pulled away from her, giving a low chuckle.
    “Dammit, you can’t just stop,” she muttered, opening her eyes to glare at him. The smug, satisfied look on his face was almost more than she could stand.
    “I’m not stopping,” he replied, sliding down her body. “I’m just adjusting. Shut up and let me do my work.”
    K’rilla narrowed her eyes at him. Then he pushed her legs farther apart and lowered his mouth toward her pussy. She decided to follow his lead, at least for the moment. She wasn’t sorry. Saul reached between her legs and spread her lower lips wide, blowing softly on the engorged flesh of her clit. Heavenly. Then he flicked his tongue out, tracing the tiny, engorged nub. She had a pretty hard time holding her body still after that. Every suckle, every swirl of his tongue, even the tiny fluttering motions he made with his tongue seemed to pull her closer to climax. She felt her flesh growing more sensitive until it almost hurt when he caressed her, yet he showed no mercy.
    Now his tongue felt like some bizarre instrument