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Authors: Fae Sutherland and Marguerite Labbe
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do not want that, Dominus.”
“I do.”
“Fool.” Gaidres reached out and snatched Caelius’s wrists, jerking them behind his back, free hand at the man’s neck in a heartbeat. Gaidres glared down at him. “If I took what I wanted of you, you would find yourself dead by my hands. Best you take what you want from me and be satisfied.” He snatched his hand away from that vulnerable throat, lest he be tempted.
Caelius stared up at him, shifting. He glanced at the door and the guard on the other side of the sheer curtain, poised with his hand on the sword. It reminded Gaidres that there were eyes watching them. Gaidres followed his gaze to the guard and Caelius kissed his jaw.
“You would not be far behind me.” Caelius arched against Gaidres. “Would you die with me? I can think of worse things.”
Gaidres’s eyes narrowed. “I am already dead,” he growled and then claimed Caelius’s lips. He did not concern himself that now Caelius knew his intent, his desire for the man’s blood. Caelius had already proven himself far too trusting with slaves in general, and him in particular.
He released Caelius’s wrists and hauled him closer, deepening the demanding kiss. There was no protest, no righteous fury at a slave daring to threaten his master. If anything, Caelius seemed enflamed by the danger of it and the only sound he made was a desperate, needy moan. Gaidres began to walk them backward, toward the center of the room, and soon they tumbled back onto the bed’s soft ticking, expensive silks and plump pillows.
Caelius laughed breathlessly as the kiss broke. He arched beneath Gaidres. “Made it to the bed this time, did we?”
Gaidres growled, one knee pushing between the man’s thighs and rocking against his bare hip. “This is just the opening battle…We’ll have the floor for the primus. ”
Chapter Five
Much later, Caelius lay panting, still reeling from his orgasm, when Gaidres moved to rise. Caelius reached out and placed a hand on his stomach, shaking his head.
“You promised me a second battle, my beautiful gladiator.” His hand slid up Gaidres’s stomach, over his chest. That was a promise he would see that Gaidres honored. Once would not be enough. Caelius shifted to his knees on the bed and gave him a seductive glance. “Stay. There is wine, I can have food brought. Replenish yourself. You’ll need your energy.”
Gaidres hesitated and then nodded. Perhaps the lure of a cool glass of wine and a meal that wasn’t bread and porridge appealed, if Caelius did not. Caelius slid out of the bed gingerly, still feeling the ache of the fucking. Gaidres watched as he paused to wash himself at a basin of water on a stand beside the bed. Caelius gestured to it and the cloths beside it.
“Would you like to wash?”
“Gratitude, Dominus.”
Caelius gestured to the slave near the door, who then hurried away to fetch food. Caelius turned away from the door to find Gaidres looking at him sideways, almost as if he were a wild animal and the gladiator couldn’t decide if he was going to attack or stay put. Scowling, Gaidres turned away and set the cloth back in the basin, his muscles tensing as Caelius approached.
He touched Gaidres’s shoulder, ran his hand down the man’s side. So many scars. He couldn’t be any older than Caelius, yet he’d clearly seen a hard life in those same years. Gaidres turned his head, once again glaring at him. It was clear that the man had things to say and just as clear he had no intention of saying them. Given that he was a man of strong passions, it must be difficult for him to bite his tongue and stay silent, waiting for Caelius to make the first move.
“So stern and unbending.” He touched Gaidres’s jaw and then cupped his cheek. Gaidres’s lips pressed together. “It would not break you, I think, to take a little pleasure in your respites with me.”
The scowl deepened. “What would you know of it…Dominus?”
He cocked his head, studying
“I do.”
“Fool.” Gaidres reached out and snatched Caelius’s wrists, jerking them behind his back, free hand at the man’s neck in a heartbeat. Gaidres glared down at him. “If I took what I wanted of you, you would find yourself dead by my hands. Best you take what you want from me and be satisfied.” He snatched his hand away from that vulnerable throat, lest he be tempted.
Caelius stared up at him, shifting. He glanced at the door and the guard on the other side of the sheer curtain, poised with his hand on the sword. It reminded Gaidres that there were eyes watching them. Gaidres followed his gaze to the guard and Caelius kissed his jaw.
“You would not be far behind me.” Caelius arched against Gaidres. “Would you die with me? I can think of worse things.”
Gaidres’s eyes narrowed. “I am already dead,” he growled and then claimed Caelius’s lips. He did not concern himself that now Caelius knew his intent, his desire for the man’s blood. Caelius had already proven himself far too trusting with slaves in general, and him in particular.
He released Caelius’s wrists and hauled him closer, deepening the demanding kiss. There was no protest, no righteous fury at a slave daring to threaten his master. If anything, Caelius seemed enflamed by the danger of it and the only sound he made was a desperate, needy moan. Gaidres began to walk them backward, toward the center of the room, and soon they tumbled back onto the bed’s soft ticking, expensive silks and plump pillows.
Caelius laughed breathlessly as the kiss broke. He arched beneath Gaidres. “Made it to the bed this time, did we?”
Gaidres growled, one knee pushing between the man’s thighs and rocking against his bare hip. “This is just the opening battle…We’ll have the floor for the primus. ”
Chapter Five
Much later, Caelius lay panting, still reeling from his orgasm, when Gaidres moved to rise. Caelius reached out and placed a hand on his stomach, shaking his head.
“You promised me a second battle, my beautiful gladiator.” His hand slid up Gaidres’s stomach, over his chest. That was a promise he would see that Gaidres honored. Once would not be enough. Caelius shifted to his knees on the bed and gave him a seductive glance. “Stay. There is wine, I can have food brought. Replenish yourself. You’ll need your energy.”
Gaidres hesitated and then nodded. Perhaps the lure of a cool glass of wine and a meal that wasn’t bread and porridge appealed, if Caelius did not. Caelius slid out of the bed gingerly, still feeling the ache of the fucking. Gaidres watched as he paused to wash himself at a basin of water on a stand beside the bed. Caelius gestured to it and the cloths beside it.
“Would you like to wash?”
“Gratitude, Dominus.”
Caelius gestured to the slave near the door, who then hurried away to fetch food. Caelius turned away from the door to find Gaidres looking at him sideways, almost as if he were a wild animal and the gladiator couldn’t decide if he was going to attack or stay put. Scowling, Gaidres turned away and set the cloth back in the basin, his muscles tensing as Caelius approached.
He touched Gaidres’s shoulder, ran his hand down the man’s side. So many scars. He couldn’t be any older than Caelius, yet he’d clearly seen a hard life in those same years. Gaidres turned his head, once again glaring at him. It was clear that the man had things to say and just as clear he had no intention of saying them. Given that he was a man of strong passions, it must be difficult for him to bite his tongue and stay silent, waiting for Caelius to make the first move.
“So stern and unbending.” He touched Gaidres’s jaw and then cupped his cheek. Gaidres’s lips pressed together. “It would not break you, I think, to take a little pleasure in your respites with me.”
The scowl deepened. “What would you know of it…Dominus?”
He cocked his head, studying
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