HerCreed-ARE-epub (13 page)

Leaning in close, he licked her throat, and then whispered in her ear. “I think you actually passed out when you came, but this way it’s a tie.”

“A tie…” She thought for a second as he rose on one elbow and stared down at her. “But what happens in a final match with a tie?”

He arched a brow. “It’s never happened before. I own the league, so I get to decide.”

She bit her lip and eyed his mouth. “And what are you going to decide?”

“I don’t want to fuck a slave.”

Her eyes dimmed as he got up and pulled her to her feet. “I want to fuck a fighter.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Meghan,” he bellowed.

“Yes, sir.” A small voice answered from beside The Cage. “I have it all, sir. Right here, like you wanted.”

“Open the door for her.”

Uncertainty crossed KC’s face as she glanced toward the door and watched her slave enter with fighting gear. KC’s fighting gear, and she laid it at her feet. Creed stepped back and KC dropped her hands as Meghan started dressing her.

“Put it on. All of it.”

She looked at him, her gaze questioning.

“Then I’m going to tear it off of you. Piece. By. Piece.” Looking at her feet as Meghan put on one of her shoes, he growled. “Maybe not the shoes. But then I’m going to fuck every hole you have.”

Realization of what he wanted appeared to dawn on her as Meghan wrapped her leather skirt around her hips. He ripped the tape off of his hands and did the same to hers.

With her chest heaving, her gaze remained locked with his. Dawning realization seemed to come over her slowly. Just to make sure there were no miscommunications he spoke out loud. “You’re a fighter. My Spartacus. My Gladi-Raper. Fucking some slave does nothing for me.”

But fucking his girl, his—

His.

Fuck.

That truly was his problem.

It wasn’t that she’d lost, it was that someone else had taken what was his.

This was her last fight, because he couldn’t watch her be with anyone else.
Mine
, echoed in his head again. He just couldn’t seem to say it enough. Mean it enough. But she’d understand—and soon.

There she stood. Spartacus in all her glory. The top fighter of the league. When she’d entered the arena she’d been hurt, vulnerable. No one but him would ever see her like that again. Not ever.

His cock strained against the fabric constricting it, and he knew he couldn’t last much longer without taking her. Without burying himself inside her.

Meghan turned to go, but he stopped her. “Don’t leave. I require something else of you.”

“Anything.”

“Just wait right there.” He approached KC as she eyed him with curiosity, and hopefully more than a fair bit of love.

He didn’t fight her.

Nor did he kiss her or talk to her or argue.

He simply picked her up, cradling her in his arms, and strode toward the still open door.

“What are you doing?” KC asked as he took the stairs down to the main floor.

Boomer, Jackal and Kempest all stood there with more than a bit of “what the fuck” showing on their faces.

He addressed all of them as he approached. “I’m not taking her in front of the world.”

Didn’t take KC two seconds to start arguing. “But the world expects a show. This is the biggest fight of the year for you. I’m not letting you give up everything you’ve worked so hard for simply for a—”

He kissed her, and kissed her some more, until she couldn’t speak much less argue. “That’s where these gentlemen come in.” He inclined his head toward the trio and faced them again.

“Meghan’s waiting for you all in the ring. Put on a good show.”

“Hell, yes,” Boomer yelled and was gone before the other two could grin and follow.

“A foursome? That’s what you’re giving the world in our stead?”

“Only thought of it because of your first fight. Meghan and Boomer in the corner. It was hot and sexy. So I thought, what could make it dirtier?”

“Two more guys,” she answered on a sigh.

He nodded with a glare. “Don’t get any ideas,” he warned, and made his way toward the door with her cradled against her chest.

She smiled and bit her lip.

The fans looked confused, but quickly found something new and dirty to occupy their minds. Creed glanced at one of the huge jumbotrons close to the top of the stadium.

Oh yeah.

The fans would get their monies’ worth with those four in the ring.

Two of the attendants opened the doors to the underground as Creed approached with his precious cargo.

In the empty hall below the stadium, KC laid her head on his chest. “Why didn’t you take me up there? Wouldn’t that have been special for you, never having fucked a victor in The Cage before?”

He pushed open the door to his office, flipped the light on with one hand and kicked the door closed.

He set her on her feet and peeled off her costume one piece at a time. “First off, I’m not going to fuck you.”

“Your actions speak to the contrary.”

He left on her shoes and pushed off his shorts.

“And I think your cock has something to say about the no fucking as well.”

Picking her up, he stepped over to his long couch against one wall, where he’d imagined fucking her for as long as he could remember. He honestly couldn’t remember a time when he didn’t want her. Need her.

He set her on one end of the couch with her head on the arm. Crawling onto the other end, he halted with his mouth directly over her pussy. “Oh my cock’s not gonna have any problems when he’s inside you.” He licked her clit, and she jerked.

“But you said…”

“I said I wasn’t going to fuck you, and I’m not. I’m going to make love to you.” Before she could respond he buried his face in her slit and took the first lick of the last pussy he ever wanted to taste.

She sucked in a deep breath, and he licked her pussy again. Then he pushed her legs out of the way to get to her ass, dipping his tongue inside the tight hole. “Doesn’t matter if it’s hard, intense. Rough. It’s still gonna be making love.”

“And why did you want me dressed upstairs just to bring me down here to take it all off again, and—”

“Eat your pussy?”

“Uh huh.” Her high pitched answer, and the way she kept grabbing at the arm rest behind her, told him just how badly she needed to come again.

“Because I wasn’t sharing even one more moment of your body with them. And you are Spartacus. You kneel to know one. Not even me.”

“But I would have.”

Her admission brought his gaze up to her face again. Staring at her, he reached around her thigh to pull up the hood covering her clit.

When he licked her again, she jerked, pulling her thighs up a bit higher to give him better access. “You’ve haunted me for years. I never forgot you.”

“Never? Not for a day? But you kicked me out.”

He licked one of his fingers, and then a second before fitting them against the entrance to her pussy and sliding them in deep. “Timing wasn’t right. And you were supposed to stay away. You deserve so much better than this. Than me.” There it was. The realization he’d had long ago and couldn’t shake. Not even as he laid between her thighs where he knew she wanted him to be.

In his office, in the place he’d met her and the place he kept having to say goodbye he still couldn’t turn his back on the knowledge she deserved so much better than him.

She seemed stunned or pissed. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

He blinked up at her and paused for a second before resuming the tongue action on her clit and rubbing her g-spot. “Uhh—”

“You’re ambitious, smart, business savvy. Hot as hell, in great shape.”

“But it’s like I have this monster inside me.” He slowed down, knowing how important it was for her to hear him. To understand what he was saying. “This place. It can change someone.”

“For better or worse. It depends on the person.”

“Yes, but I can’t let you get hurt by this place. That’s not something I can live with. I’ll tear it down before that happens. And don’t lie and tell me it couldn’t happen. I saw you with Ashur. I saw you shut down.”

She nodded. “It wasn’t you. I didn’t think the sex mattered. I didn’t think I would care.”

“But?” He needed the rest of it. He needed her words.

“Everything I’ve done—school, training—has been to come back here. To prove to you that I should stay. Thought I was an exhibitionist like Boomer or Layla, but I’m just not. I liked fucking the girls because you were watching. I liked making Meghan get me ready because I thought it would turn you on. You are my focus. Without you, there is nothing.”

“Fuck, you wreck me.” Creed tongued her again, rubbing against her g-spot.

Biting her lip, she panted on the verge of coming. “You’d give this place up for me?”

“Without a doubt. Because I can’t watch you fight in The Cage again. And you deserve to.” He closed his eyes, licked another finger and slid it in her ass. “I just can’t.” Tugging the hood of her clit higher, he sucked the tight bud into his mouth.

“You don’t have to,” she ground out through clenched teeth, and then she was coming on his mouth.

Liquid hit his tongue, and he drank her into him. Pussy juice, piss, squirting? He didn’t care. He wanted it all. Every taste. Because he wanted to own it all.

Every piece of her.

She bucked beneath him, and he couldn’t handle another moment not being inside her. He moved, grabbing the base of his cock to point at the entrance to her wet sex. He thrust inside, stabbing into her.

It was harsh, rough, and she clenched her teeth again.

But he wanted it to hurt. He wanted her to remember him inside her in a few minutes. Hours. Days?

He’d work on that.

Once inside her, fucking her deep, he grabbed her wrists and trapped them above her head. She made him lose his mind, and he couldn’t miss what she had to say. It was too important. “Why?”

“Why what?” She licked her lips and wrapped her legs over his thighs.

“Why aren’t you fighting anymore? Can’t imagine it’s just because I told you not to.” He smiled and shook his head. “Since that hasn’t worked so well for me in the past.”

“And let that be a lesson to you.” Her smile was like light from heaven. “Tonight was my last fight. I’m taking a job in a biochem lab about twenty minutes from here. I didn’t want to tell you, because I was afraid you wouldn’t let me—”

His lips on hers cut her off, and he wouldn’t apologize.

Releasing her hands he grabbed onto her waist, using their combined leverage to fuck her harder. So deep his balls slapped her ass as he thrust inside, and he still wanted closer.

In her head.

That’s where he wanted to be.

In her body wasn’t good enough. It wasn’t enough. Unless it was firmly planted in her heart.

“I have a question, and you’d sure as hell better be honest this time.”

Biting her lip made his cock jump inside her, and they both groaned. “I’ll try.”

“Were you a virgin before Ashur? I know there was more to it earlier when I asked you but I just couldn’t handle anything other than the bullshit you told me that night.”

She hesitated but it felt like the last barriers between them were crumbling at their feet. “That night, so many years ago. When you kicked me out for being so young. That night was the first time I orgasmed, and I came with your name on my lips. I’ve had sex with a few other people, but nothing real memorable.”

“Thank fuck. I would have hated to kill Ashur for being a dick, but I would have made the sacrifice.”

It looked like she wanted to laugh, but she didn’t. Something on her mind must have stopped her. “What is it?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you remembered me? Why go all this time pretending we had no past?”

He kissed her cheek, her jaw, her lips. “I didn’t want that tainting anything between us, and I didn’t want to be that guy.”

“What guy?”

“The one who falls in love with a girl he can’t have and spends the rest of his life pining for her.”

Tears shimmered in her eyes. “You said love.”

He reached up to cup one of her cheeks and run his thumb across the soft skin at her temple. “Yes, I did.”

“And now? What do you think now?”

“That all I’ve done is waste time we could have spent together. And I’ll gut anyone who finds out about how we met and gives us shit about it. No one hurts you. Ever. Or they answer to me, lil girl. You understand me?”

“Yes—” She opened her mouth to say something else, but she stopped herself.

If her pussy getting wetter and latching onto him was any indicator, whatever it was, was something he really wanted to hear it. “What was it? What did you almost say?”

“Something bad.”

“We have to be honest with each other if this is going to work.”

“But some things I shouldn’t want. Some things are too dirty.”

“After I come inside you, I’m going to go down on you again and then stretch your ass out so I can fuck it. After I’m done with that, I’m going to fuck your ass and come inside it. Hard. Then I’m going to take you in the shower behind that wall over there, and while we’re in there, I’m going to piss all over you. Mark you. Brand you. Every inch of you. I want dirty. I need it. You let the monster out, and he wants to play. So I’m not concerned with the words
too
and
dirty
being put together. I want it all with you. And how wet your pussy got while I talked about all of that says I’m not off base thinking you want it dirty just like I do.”

“I keep wanting to call you, Daddy.” With no warning she blurted it out and then looked horrified.

His cock jerked inside her and seemed to get her attention. “As in father?”

She shook her head. “As in the kink title.” Her hands moved across his back and her nails lightly scratched him. She tried to look away, but he wouldn’t let her.

“No hiding. Not allowed. Talk to me. I’m never going to judge you. Ever.”

She looked at him, searching his face for something he hoped she found. Biting her lip, she began again. “I have father issues. It was why I ended up finding The Cage to begin with. My father was incredibly wealthy, where success wasn’t something to be celebrated. It was nothing but a commodity to be used to negotiate something else. My mother was his mistress. I was a clause in a contract fulfilled because my father wanted a son. Then I came out. A girl. Bet you can guess how awesome that was received.”