Galactic gladiators box.., p.30
Galactic Gladiators Box Set 2, page 30
Saff had a bounce in her step as she entered her bedroom.
Instantly, she saw Blaine’s clothes mixed with hers over the back of a chair. She spotted the chunky comp screen she’d gotten for him on the bedside table.
Not her room, their room.
She smiled to herself. Happy. She was so drakking happy.
They’d returned from the desert three days ago. Thanks to Winter, Kace had survived the journey. He’d spent an hour in a regen tank, with Rory by his side, and was now fully healed. He’d been complaining about Hero. Apparently, the dog wanted to sleep by Kace’s side and kept bringing him small gifts—usually dead rodents.
Galen had told them that all the women had made it back to Kor Magna. Many had already been reunited with their families.
Her pulse skipped. The only blot on their happiness was the fact that they hadn’t found Dayna and Mia. Not even a whisper about the women.
But they hadn’t given up looking, and they never would.
Saff strode across the room to the window, where the gauzy curtains were dancing in the wind. Below, she saw Nero and Lore leading new recruits through training exercises in the training arena. She was on shift later with Blaine, and then Duna was due tonight to come and watch the House of Galen in the arena. The girl had sent Saff several messages to ensure she hadn’t forgotten.
Saff glanced in the direction of Medical. There was no sign of the damage that had been done by the explosion. Galen had ensured the repairs were made swiftly. She also knew he was working on upgraded security, even working with Zhim to install some high-tech system.
More than that, she knew Galen was working hard on a plan to find Zaabha and end the Srinar and the House of Thrax once and for all.
She’d made a good life for herself here at the House of Galen, but it had taken Blaine to make her realize that she’d been skimming through her life. Because of the hurts of her past, she’d not allowed herself to form any deeper romantic attachments.
But then again, maybe it was because she’d never met the right man before Blaine.
Here she was, in love. Her grin widened. Saff Essikani was in love with a sexy man from the other side of the galaxy.
She moved back toward the bed. Maybe she’d take a shower before—
The attack came suddenly.
A weight barreled into her from behind, and she was forced across the room and shoved facefirst onto the bed.
She jerked backward, fighting for her freedom. But her opponent was far heavier than she was.
“You have nowhere to go, gladiator,” the deep voice breathed in her ear. Hot breath brushed over the side of her neck. “You’re all mine, now.”
Desire ignited, pooling low in her belly, as Blaine dominated her. He pushed her harder into the bed. She loved the feel of his big body on hers.
“That’s what you think.” She bucked hard, and they rolled across the bed. They tussled, and, for a second, she looked up at his rough, rugged face—his beloved face—and he was smiling. Wide, open, and free. He’d been smiling more these last few days since they’d returned from the desert.
She leaned up and kissed him, then she bit down on his lip, tasting blood.
He reared his head back. “Bloodthirsty.”
She laughed. “And don’t you forget it.”
He used all his strength to flip her, until she was facedown in the pillows. She wrestled, fighting him, but he pinned her. Then her tight trousers were torn off her body.
And a second later, the thick, mushroom head of his cock probed her thighs. She groaned.
“Feel that?” he said on a growl. “It’s going to fill you up.”
Drak, yes. He thrust deep.
Saff moaned, arching and pushing back against him. He filled her so well, stretching her beyond what she thought possible. Her hands twisted in the covers as he powered into her.
Soon, the room was filled with their mingled groans, and the slap of flesh.
“I’m going to come, Blaine.” She was shifting wildly against him.
“Yes. Let it come. Cry my name.”
She did. Her orgasm crashed over her, and it was Blaine’s name torn from her lips. A second later, he thrust once and poured himself inside her.
They both dropped down on their bed, shattered. Time passed, and Blaine toyed idly with her hair.
“We still haven’t found Dayna and Mia,” she said.
“No. But we won’t give up. We’ll find them, no matter how long it takes.”
That was her fierce champion. A man who never gave up, despite the odds.
“I love you,” he murmured, nuzzling her head.
Her heart swelled. Her mother had talked of love, but she couldn’t have known what the real thing felt like.
Now Saff did. She felt the bright, hot, and sweet emotion engulfing her. “I love you, too.”
She saw a flash in his eyes. “I don’t want to own you, Saff, but I want you to be mine.”
“As long as you’re mine, too.” She moved her hands over his bare chest, her fingers tracing over his smooth skin. He’d had most of his scars healed just yesterday, but there were a few faint traces here and there. A badge of honor that he’d survived and come out the other side. “As long as you let me love all of you. The wild man inside you, too.”
He nodded. “I came across the galaxy to find you, Saff.”
Heart melting, she rolled on top of him. “Then let me show you just how much I appreciate that, Earth man.”
“First one to make the other orgasm wins,” he murmured, his hands cupping her breasts.
She laughed. “How about the best of three?”
I hope you enjoyed Saff and Blaine’s story!
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Barbarian
Galactic Gladiators #6
Anna Hackett
Chapter One
“Open your eyes, Winter.”
Winter Ashworth kept her eyes closed, her stomach caught between churning and fluttering. The narrow bunk in Medical felt cold under her body.
“Winter?” the voice came again, modulated and calm.
She opened her eyes.
The black turned to a mottled gray. Her bottom lip quivered, before she bit down on it. “There’s a little improvement.” Her stomach felt like a rock was sitting in it. “But I can’t see.”
A soft touch on her arm. The Hermia healers at the House of Galen had been trying for weeks to heal her damaged eyes. And in the meantime, she’d started working with them here in Medical. Sure, with her lack of sight things weren’t easy, but she was doing what she could.
The healer, whose name was Garda, had long, slim fingers. The Hermia were a genderless species and were all very tall and slender, wore simple robes, and from what the others had told her, had rounded heads with no hair and large green eyes. They also had incredible healing abilities.
Winter swallowed. She’d been a celebrated surgeon on Earth, and headed out to work on the Fortuna Space Station orbiting Jupiter. Instead, she’d been abducted by alien slavers. The Thraxians had transported her to the other side of the galaxy via a now-closed wormhole, blinded her in terrible experiments, and then tossed her in the Srinar fight rings.
She sucked in a shuddering breath. She was safe now. She was at the House of Galen, rescued by the gladiators, and now living with a handful of fellow humans who’d also been rescued.
“Can we see her?” a voice asked.
Winter recognized Harper’s voice and, as she drew in another breath, she smelled her friends. Harper, the former security officer from the Fortuna Space Station always smelled like leather and wood. Now she was a badass gladiator and it suited her. Regan Forrest, a scientist from the space station, smelled like flowers, despite spending most of her days tinkering in the small lab that she’d claimed for herself.
Rory, an engineer from Fortuna, smelled like the faint scent of oil, probably because she worked with the House of Galen maintenance team. The fourth woman was standing at the back of the group, her fragrance lighter. Madeline, the former space station commander, had a cooler scent that made Winter think of the ocean.
“Hey, Winter.” Rory’s energetic voice. “How are you doing?”
A hand gripped Winter’s hand and she knew it was Regan. She squeezed it. “The latest procedure didn’t work.”
“I’m sorry,” Regan murmured.
“I have one more device I would like you to test,” the healer said. “Galen authorized me to procure it.”
Winter’s chest hitched. She wasn’t sure she could handle another disappointment. Then she stiffened her spine. When she’d first been rescued by the House of Galen gladiators, she’d been dazed and in shock. Flashes of memories hit her and her hands curled into her palms. Images of the Thraxian lab, of being tied down, of pain.
But that was her past. And now she had to deal with a new future.
They could never get back to Earth. Even with the current spaceship technology available to them out here in the far reaches of the galaxy, Earth was hundreds of years away. Thinking of her mother and brother, Winter felt a sting of sadness. She hadn’t lived near her family for a long time, but she’d talked with her mother frequently. Pushing the sad memories aside, Winter focused on the women in front of her. These women were making a new life here on the desert world of Carthago.
Winter was determined to do the same. At least she had the chance, unlike poor Dayna and Mia. Two more humans who’d been abducted. Those women had been her lifeline and while Winter had been rescued—again—her friends were still missing.
Being a doctor had suited Winter’s practical, no-nonsense nature, and she was using that now to survive. So the Thraxians had tortured her and she often woke up screaming in the middle of the night. So she’d lost her vision. She couldn’t change any of that. All she could do was pick herself up and keep moving forward.
She sure as hell wasn’t going to curl up in a ball and be the useless burden some people might see her as. She instantly thought of one big, obnoxious barbarian gladiator. Pfft, she was so not going there. She wasn’t giving Nero the satisfaction.
“Do it,” she told the healer.
She felt the press of cool metal at her temple.
“The device is circular and metallic,” Garda said. “It adheres to your skin but can be removed with slight pressure.”
“How’s it work?” Winter asked.
“The vision device transmits visual input through your optic nerves to your brain. I must warn you…the device cannot fully restore your sight. It cannot provide images in color nor will your vision be as detailed.”
“Okay.” Whatever happened, she’d deal with it.
“Open your eyes now, Winter.”
She swallowed to wet her dry throat, and opened her eyes. Her vision resolved and she saw a wide plane of blue.
“Allow yourself to adjust,” the healer added, helping Winter up to a sitting position.
The blue changed and resolved into the forms of four women. Winter gasped. It was like looking at everything through night vision goggles that tinted everything blue. There were a lot of shadows, but she could see.
Delighted, she pushed off the bed. She misjudged and almost tumbled. Her friends all stepped forward, but she caught herself. It would take her a little time to adjust to the difference in her vision and her depth perception.
Winter took a step forward. “Oh, my God, I can see you guys!”
The women surrounded her, all laughing. Harper was tall and muscular, Regan was short and curvy, Rory had a slender but wiry frame with a small pregnant belly, and Madeline was trim and compact.
“Oh, God.” Delighted and overwhelmed, she grabbed each woman, hugging them. She spun and saw Garda for the first time. The healer was very tall and very slim, and wearing pale-colored robes. Garda’s face was serene and composed. “Thank you, Garda.”
“It is my pleasure, Winter. You will be able to take on more duties in Medical, now.”
Winter laughed. “So, you just healed me so you’d have someone to do your dirty work?”
Garda’s lips moved into a slight smile. “Perhaps.”
Winter did a lap of Medical, bumping a hip against a bunk once, and almost knocking over a tray of medical tools. She just needed to adjust to the device. She paused to study the amazing regen tanks at the back of the room. They were filled with healing fluid.
She turned back to the others. “I want to test this out some more.” She headed for the doors.
“We’ll come with you,” Regan said.
Winter paused. “No. I…need to do this myself. But thank you.”
Regan smiled. “I understand.”
“We’ll meet you later in the living area,” Rory said. “Remember, we’re watching the fight tonight.”
Excitement shot through Winter. She’d been to a few gladiatorial fights in the arena, and absorbed the smells, the overwhelming sounds, and sensations.
But tonight, she’d actually get to see the gladiators fight.
Her thoughts turned to Dayna and Mia, guilt flooding in. She pressed her lips together and waved to the others as she stepped out of Medical.
Having some vision restored meant she could play an even greater part in the search for her friends. Sight or no sight, she was going to find them.
Frustration bit at him like the stab of a sharp blade.
Nero Krahn had spent the entire day out hunting—following leads, looking for clues, and trying to follow a trail that had long gone cold.
He scowled. He hated failure. He hated the thought of having to go back to his imperator and tell him there was no sign of the women.
Nero skirted the people clogging the sidewalks, and thankfully, due to his size and scowl, most people hurried out of his way. Some days, he missed the clean air and dense jungles of his home world. He looked up as he approached the Kor Magna Arena. The cream stone walls rose up high into the sky, multicolored flags fluttering above the arches.
This was his home now. Nero had left his failures behind on his home world. He’d been ripped away from Symeria by alien slavers, but now the House of Galen—one of the best gladiator houses in the arena—had his loyalty, as did the gladiators he called brothers.
But today, instead of fighting on the arena sand, he’d put his hunting skills to use for his imperator. He was searching for the two women who’d been stolen from the House of Galen.
And he’d come back with nothing.
“That scowl is going to make small children cry,” a smooth voice said.
Nero looked over at his fight partner, Lore.
The man was tall, but leaner than Nero, with a leather harness crisscrossing his chest, and long hair brushing his shoulders. When Nero had first been paired with Lore, he’d thought their imperator, Galen, had been crazy. Nero was the son of a barbarian warlord, and Galen had matched him with a showman who always had a bagful of tricks.
But after years of fighting together, he and Lore had become as close as brothers. Nero had learned that there was much more to Lore than he’d first thought. Their fighting styles complemented each other, and what one lacked, the other could offer. It made them formidable in the arena, and Nero trusted Lore with his very last breath.
“You should lighten up on the scowling, glaring, and glowering.” Lore’s grin was wide. “You might have fewer people scurry out of your way in fear.”
Nero glared at his friend.
Lore gave a gusty sigh. “I know you’re frustrated we didn’t find any hint of Dayna and Mia. So am I.” Lore slapped Nero on the shoulder. “But you know we won’t give up.”
“With every day, the trail grows colder,” Nero said.
Several months before, the House of Galen had been turned upside-down with the arrival of one small, female fighter. Harper Adams had been abducted from Earth, on the far side of the galaxy, by the cowardly Thraxians. The alien slavers had sold her to the arena, and Galen and his champion gladiator, Raiden, had taken her in.
Now, the House of Galen was busy rescuing the remaining humans of Earth who’d been taken. Nero shook his head. As a result, gladiators were falling like desert sandflies. Raiden had fallen in love with Harper. Big, wild Thorin had claimed small Regan. Kace had managed to impregnate the sharp-tongued Rory. Lore had bonded with Madeline. By the blade, even Saff—the fiercest female gladiator in Kor Magna—had fallen for the lone male among the humans, Blaine.
Now, the House of Galen was at war with the House of Thrax, and their sand-sucking allies, the Srinar. Galen had managed to shut down their secret underground fight rings, but in retaliation, they’d abducted several rescued Earth women right from the heart of the House of Galen.
Thraxians and the Srinar…they were all scum. Nero had been raised to fight and protect, and everything in him was driven to defeat dishonorable, cowardly abusers. These slavers delighted in hurting those far weaker and smaller than themselves.
After a wild mission into the desert, they’d rescued one of the stolen women—the small, blind healer…no, doctor. That’s what she called herself. They’d rescued Winter, but the other two women—Dayna and Mia—were still out there, no doubt suffering at the hands of their captors.
Nero scowled. Winter might be small in stature and unable to see, but the woman specialized in sharp, cutting words. The woman’s tongue was a weapon far sharper than his sword. And she liked to lash him with it whenever she got the chance.
“Nero! Lore!”
Three pretty women rushed up to them in a swirl of perfume that clogged Nero’s senses. A hand pressed against his chest.
“Nero, you’re my favorite gladiator.” The woman blinked big, brown eyes, topped with unnaturally long eyelashes, at him. Her face was covered in enhancements—glittering red lips, bright-blue color around her eyes, pink on her cheeks. She lowered her voice. “I’d love to spend some time with you. I’ll do anything.” The eyelashes fluttered.
