“Is this where I’ll be sleeping?” she asked.
Cadmus moved in front of them. “Adonis just doesn’t know how to tell you that you’re in for a lot more fucking tonight.”
Her entire body stiffened.
Adonis cursed and shoved Cadmus.
“Whoa!” Damon said, pushing between them. “Cadmus, you could’ve said that differently. And Adonis, she needed to hear it one way or another.”
“More sex?” Lana asked, her head still spinning.
Damon shrugged. “These men could take you over and over tonight, and still might be hard for you in the morning. But none of us are willing to have you hurt…”
“A couple more days!” Adonis swore. “We just needed a couple more days.”
Cadmus glared at him. “We don’t have a couple more days, so unless you want her to be too injured for our plan—“
“Don’t,” Damon shot him a warning glance.
Lana struggled out of his arms, and Adonis slowly lowered her feet to the ground. She moved away from them and looked back at the men. The other gladiators stood silently behind them.
“Tell me what’s going on here.”
Damon shook his head. “We can’t. All we can say is that you’ll be safe in a few days, we promise you. But for now, we must follow orders. Or you won’t live until then.”
Just a couple more days.
But more sex? Her body was pleasantly sore. But what would it be like by the end of the night?
She nodded, wrapping her arms around herself.
“You don’t have to do this,” Adonis said. “We can… we can…”
“There’s nothing else we can do.” Lana straightened her head, coming to a conclusion. “We all have to do what we have to do. Like I did back there, I’m going to trust all of you.”
She thought her words would bring some measure of relief to the men.
But they didn’t.
Which made her even more nervous.
Orestes moved closer to her, touching her cheek gently. He wasn’t nearly as tall as the other men, but his shoulders were ridiculously broad. “Are you hungry?” His accent made each word strangely sexy.
She licked her lips and nodded.
Taking her hand, as if she were his wife rather than his new slave, he led her past the other men and to one of the seats beside the fire. Going to a pot hanging over the fire, he filled a bowl and handed it to her.
“It’s probably awful compared to what you’re used to, but I try to make the fellas something edible out of what they give us.”
She smiled at him. “Thank you.”
Clutching the wooden spoon, she took a bite. It was a bit hot, and not the best texture, but it was better than she expect.
He looked at her expectantly.
“Delicious.”
He grinned. “You really like it?”
She nodded, her heart fluttering at the way his full lips curved.
“After this, we can take her for a bath.”
She looked up to see Orestes watching her closely. For some reason, she stiffened. Orestes was different than the other men. His skin was darker, beautiful and exotic. And even the way he battled seemed somehow more about intelligence than brute force. He was smaller than the other men, both in size and stature, but his skill on the battlefield was legendary.
Her cheeks heated at the intensity of his gaze. She ate slowly, carefully.
Some of the men went to the hot spring. Sinking into the water and talking quietly amongst themselves. She got the sense that there was something important going on, but she couldn’t pick out enough of their words to know what they were discussing.
For a minute, she thought of how different this place was than what she was used to. At home, servants would have laid out a full spread of delicacies for her dinner, then she would have taken a short dip in her tub. Her servants would have washed her hair, dried her, dressed her, and then she would have crawled into her massive bed.
Here, she’d be lucky if she got a thin pallet to sleep on. In a cold room. And she was eating two or three day old soup.
And yet… she liked being around the gladiators. They weren’t like the wealthy men who had tried to win her hand over the years. Her suitors had treated her like a pretty prize to be won. These men, her gladiators, strangely enough treated her more like a person.
Even after everything they did to me.
Hesperos walked up to her. “May I join you?”
She nodded, surprised by his gentle tone. He was the oldest of the men, probably nearly thirty-five summers. He had dark blonde hair, and a short beard.
He set a brown bag on the table in front of her. “Do you play games of dice?”
“Sometimes.” In fact, she enjoyed them quite a bit.
“Perhaps after tonight, we can play together? A few of the others don’t mind it, but most don’t enjoy it.”
“That would be nice.”
He was quiet a moment, fiddling with the string on the bag. “We know you’re used to better than this. But one day, we’ll find a way to get you back to the lifestyle you deserve.”
Her heart fluttered. “Thank you.”
“Would you like to bathe now?”
She looked to the hot spring. “Shouldn’t we wait until the other men are done?”
His gaze heated. “There’s nothing any of us would like better than to watch you bathe. To help you.”
“Oh.”
He reached out a hand, and she took it.
As she walked across the room, all eyes turned to her. She felt even more naked as she moved, her hands itching to cover her body. But she forced her arms to stay at her side.
When Hesperos led her into the spring, she sank into the water with a gasp. Within moments, Hesperos leaned her back and began to wash her hair.
She felt the presence of the men all around her. Hands began to scrub her legs, her thighs, her belly. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Every muscle felt incredible. Big hand grasped her feet and began to knead them.
“Oh gods,” she whispered.
Time passed. She had no idea how much, when Hesperos finally pulled her into his arms. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her nubs instantly hardening. She felt so good. So relaxed.
Sleepy.
When his hard shaft rubbed against her womanhood, her eyes closed, and she made a contented sound. He slid inside her slowly, and her greedy body took him into her channel.
His thrusting started slowly, his breathing loud in her ears. And then, he paused.
Orestes’ accented words made her inner-muscles clench. “Mind if I take you from behind?”
She nodded, her eyes still closed.
His big hands spread her cheeks wide, and he sank his thick shaft slowly into her.
He gave her plenty of time to protest. Plenty of time to pull away. But she did neither.
Instead, she rolled her hips, drawing groans from both of them.
They sandwiched themselves around her, Orestes’ fondling her sensitive breasts from behind. When she felt herself building to another orgasm, she shocked even herself. And when they came inside her, she fell over the edge once more. Her orgasm rocking her entire body.
Even after several long minutes, her muscles continued to twitch, and her body felt like it was pure liquid. She sighed, closing her eyes and relaxing in the warm waters.
They washed and dried her with gentle hands. Their touch like a dream.
She didn’t open her eyes until one of them carried her across the room. Several pallets had been laid on the floor not far from the fire, along with several blankets.
They laid her down there, covered her up, and kissed her cheeks.
Hesperos whispered into her ear. “The others will be visiting you tonight. Until you’ve satisfied them completely.”
She mumbled her understanding and began to slip into sleep. Whatever tomorrow would bring, she was unsure, but for now, she was exhausted.
As she rolled to one
side, someone gently grasped her hair. She opened her mouth to whisper a question, and a cock plunged in.
Her eyes sprung open. It looks like my night is nowhere near done.
~Want to know what happens to Lana and her twelve gladiators? And to see how one night can evolve into a love like no other? Check out Gladiators’ Salvation!
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