Weapons Master Galactic Gladia - Anna Hackett Page 0,36
around her. “Not tonight.”
“Maxon—”
“I have other plans.” He lowered his head and kissed the side of her neck.
Bellamy shuddered, forcing her brain to stay functioning. “This is important.”
“And it will still be there in the morning, when you’re rested and refreshed.”
“You’re going to fuck me so I rest, Ace?”
He growled, lifted her, and tossed her over his shoulder. Her breath caught in her chest and she pressed her hands to his back.
“After I fuck you hard, you’ll be exhausted.”
A quiver of desire moved through every cell in her body. “That’s a big promise.”
“I always keep my promises.”
He gripped Bellamy’s hips, pounding into her tight body from behind.
She moaned.
Drak, Maxon loved having her in his bed, that ass uptilted and thrusting back to accept him.
She slid her arms out on the bed and his gaze raked up the smooth skin of her back.
“Take me,” he growled.
“I am,” she moaned. “More. I’m close.”
He reached a hand under her and thumbed her clit. It only took a second for her to shatter.
Her body gripped on his cock and he groaned. He thrust harder, burying himself deep, knowing his fingers would leave bruises on her skin. But drak, he liked the idea of leaving his mark on her.
Maxon felt his body implode. He thrust deep, holding still as he groaned, pouring himself inside her.
He collapsed on her, but had enough sense to roll off to the side. He was too heavy for her. She turned and snuggled into him.
Warmth filled him. A contentment he’d never felt before. He pulled her close, his hand sliding into her hair. He looked at her face. There was something in her eyes.
“What?” he asked.
She looked away. “Nothing.”
He tipped her face back up. “Tell me.”
“God, you’re bossy.” She rolled her eyes.
He kept watching her, waiting patiently.
“It’s just… I feel safe. I’ve never felt like this before.”
Drak. Her words rocketed through him, and he pressed her face against his chest. “Sleep now.”
He held her while she drifted off. He didn’t need much sleep, and often ended up in his workshop in the middle of the night.
With the scent and warmth of Bellamy against him, he fell asleep quickly.
He woke sometime later to find her kicking and thrashing beside him.
“Bellamy?”
He pushed them up to sit, and when he touched her, she swung at him. Her punch caught him in the shoulder.
He gripped her wrist. Her body was trembling, and she made a horrible sound in her throat.
“Bellamy.” He shook her gently. “It’s a nightmare.”
She blinked, then stilled. “Maxon?”
“Yeah. You awake now?”
She sagged against him, taking in several deep breaths.
He stroked her back, found her skin clammy. “It was bad?”
“Aren’t nightmares always bad?” she asked tiredly.
“Yes.” His own had always started with the look on his family’s faces, watching them walk away, abandoning him. And him screaming, but they never turned around.
“Hey.” She cupped his cheek. “Don’t go wherever you were going.”
“What was your nightmare?”
“The Edull. What else? In it, I’m always trapped in a bot on the arena track.”
He fingered her hair. “That’s not going to happen.”
She smiled and touched his lips. “My personal cyborg will make sure of it.”
“Yes, not to mention, you’re tough and mean.” He rubbed the shoulder she’d hit.
She laughed and he was happy to hear the sound.
“I don’t think I can go back to sleep,” she said.
“It’s morning, although daylight is still a couple hours away.” An idea popped in his head and he slid off the bed. “Come on.”
She put her hand in his and he dragged her off the bed.
They dressed and he led her down, through his workshop, and through another door that led to his own private firing range.
“Oh.” She looked around, smiling.
It was small, with several electronic targets set up against the far wall. The rest of the walls were full of carvings—of gladiators in battle, all of them holding different weapons.
He opened a weapons chest, and pulled out some of his newest prototypes.
“Here.” He handed her a gun. It was made of a dull-gray metal.
“I like this.” She stroked the butt of it.
“Still a work in progress.”
“It’s gorgeous, Maxon. You sure found your calling designing weapons.” She glanced up. “Was it always something you wanted to do?”
His gaze swept over the weapons. “No. My family was rich. I didn’t do anything.”
“It would have been a damn waste of talent, if you’d stayed a lazy, rich man.”
His lips twitched. His life would have been very different, if his family hadn’t abandoned him. He pulled Bellamy closer.
He wouldn’t have found the House