Alien General's Bride (Brion Brides 3)(40)

With one, two steps he was at Crane’s side, twisting the broken arm to his head, only barely recovering from the thundering blow that swiped him off his feet and jammed the sharp bone into Crane’s throat. The monster thrashed, but it was too late. Diego kept the monster’s own arm in place until he stopped moving.

Then he stood. The crowd roared, but his eyes searched for Isolde. Her back was to him, Eleya obstructing her view of the arena. Diego was grateful. It was better she didn’t see the conclusion of a Brion death fight.

He lifted his eyes to the stars above and took a deep breath. He had won and he was alive. He had Isolde. He was complete.





CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Isolde



As they led her away, Isolde was glad Eleya had told her not to watch the fight to the end. Even the sickening snap of Crane’s arm breaking had been horrible for her to see. From the shocked silence of the crowd when Crane finally died, she assumed it hadn’t been an easy death even in their opinion.#p#分页标题#e#

Her legs shook as Deliya and Narath cleared their way through the crowds. The relief was almost palpable around them all. When Crane had stepped in the arena, Isolde had been sure her heart would stop. It was nothing like seeing the trophy beast in Diego’s quarters – that was already dead, the fight already concluded. Even having seen him fight before and witnessing the trophies in his room, Isolde hadn’t been able to summon the certainty that Diego would win.

And when Crane caught her general, she’d looked away of her own volition, unwilling to see the death of her gerion. She only looked back when the Brion crowd collectively breathed out again as Diego stumbled free.

Further away in the midst of people, Isolde saw Atren and his men following them at a distance, keeping a vary eye on those around them. Eren’s champion was dead now, it wasn’t hard to assume he wasn’t in the best mood. Danger lurked at their heels, even if Diego still miraculously drew breath.

“That was amazing,” Narath said as they went. “It is good you did not see, but there is no doubt Diego is the greatest general we have now.”

“Yes,” Eleya agreed. “This should make things better for us in the palace. I do not think any of the other generals loyal to Eren want to cross Diego at the moment, even with him having just fought.”

“Oh,” Isolde said. Her legs started shaking again, this time having nothing to do with the relief filling her heart. “Do you think he’ll come there?”

“Think?” Deliya smiled at her side. “A Brion warrior after a fight, with his blood running hot. Of course he will come to you. That is certain.”

Isolde barely registered walking the rest of the way, her mind conjuring up delicious images of Diego, making her nearly blind to what was actually happening around her.

As she sat in her rooms, the night dark and mysterious outside and reality finally clicked for her, she was almost paralyzed with fear. A clump blocked Isolde’s throat, her heart trying to beat out of her chest.

This is it. I have put it off for too long and have driven myself mad. He will walk in and instead of going mad with lust, I’ll just go mad, because I can’t bear this… waiting.

There was no knock on her door. No need for it. Diego, still a grothan, came to claim what was his. The thought alone made Isolde wet, made her rub herself against the bed in her need to be touched, even before he finally arrived.

And Isolde met Diego for the first time. It didn’t take her more than a second of open-mouthed, unbelieving staring to know that Diego had worn a mask of calm over the wild, sexy, untamed thing he truly was. The man who stood at her door, framed by it and the pulsing light of his valor squares, his eyes appearing to burn like blue flames – that was the real him.

Isolde whimpered and the wild thing was before her in an instant, lifting her off the bed to his mighty arms, kissing her breathless before her feet even touched the ground. She could feel his huge cock pressing against her stomach, feeling her pussy throb in response. All hesitation was thrown to the wind, because they were both still alive and she didn’t want to waste another second of time she might have spent with the general.

“You are mine,” Diego said then, stopping for a mere moment.

A question, a last chance to back away. Isolde laughed at the idea, bringing a fierce smirk to Diego’s lips as well. “Yes,” she whispered then. “Yours. Make me yours.”

The next second, Diego’s hands were ripping the clothes off her, his fingers digging into her flesh, his mouth licking a trail from her neck to her lips, kissing her so hard she had to bite him back. Heat coiled in her, a feverish burning that could only be sated by sliding her hands over Diego’s chest, peeling his shirt away from him. Isolde had to stop and stare, but hunger won out over admiring.

She bent to lick across the lean, hard muscles, perfect in every way, unyielding under her tongue. She had curves, but Diego had hard, jagged lines, etched to perfection. Every shape on his body was like he’d been crafted by the goddess of all women. The muscles on his chest glistened, wet from Isolde’s tongue, but she ached to taste more, to taste all of him.

Her tongue traced each ridge on his stomach, making Diego’s hands fist in her hair and earning her a hiss. He pushed her away only to rip the last of their clothing away, and then Isolde found herself pushed back on the bed, naked, skin to skin with her general at last.

“Fuck you’re hot,” she whispered. “Touch me. I want you all over me, I want you in me.”#p#分页标题#e#

Diego smiled that devilish smile he kept only for her. “Soon,” he promised. “I want to hear you beg for it. I want you to be so desperate and wet for me you can no longer stand it, as you promised when we met.”

Stupid past me, Isolde thought, but her mouth only moaned at the idea.

Diego kissed her again, sending her eyes rolling back to her head. His lips were soft, but that’s where the gentleness ended. The kiss was hard and demanding and so, so hot, almost as hot as the feeling in her pussy, rubbing shamelessly against Diego’s thighs. The general chuckled into her mouth.

“You are making this hard for me,” he said, biting Isolde’s neck.

“I want you hard for me,” Isolde shot back. Her hand closed around his cock, stroking it, feeling the tip leaking precum already, making Diego groan. Hearing the sounds he made, how good he felt sent her mind reeling. He was so huge Isolde had to swallow at the idea of being split apart by a cock that big. She didn’t even honestly know if she could take him – that would have been unbearable.

Diego slid out of her hand, letting his cock fall against Isolde’s naked thighs, rubbing against her skin. He licked around Isolde’s nipples, groping her tits. His strong, hard body kept pressing itself against her, maddening in its closeness. Isolde bit her lip as Diego took one of her nipples into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. She whimpered as he sucked, then tugged at it gently with his teeth. She moaned again, rubbing herself against him.

“Touch me, Diego,” she pleaded, gasping. “I need you. I fucking need you. I need you inside me…”

In answer, without taking his mouth from her tits, sending shivers of pleasure rushing through her body, Diego pushed her legs apart. At once, Isolde’s back arched to press against him, but Diego wouldn’t let her have it that easily. She wondered how he was resisting, the evil teasing bastard. When she told him that, Diego merely laughed.

“I can wait, because I want to fuck you when your pussy is so wet I can bury myself in you,” he said then, kissing his way down Isolde’s stomach until his head was between her legs. “I want to hear you scream and feel you thrash beneath me when I fill you, to have you fuck yourself on my cock.”

He punctuated every other word with a maddening lick over her clit, making Isolde fist her hands in the sheets and grind herself against his tongue when he didn’t pull away, teasing her further and further into ecstasy. He dragged his fingers over her pussy, wetting them. Isolde sobbed, feeling his cock harden against her leg every time a sound escaped her lips, knowing Diego was holding back. At another time, she was sure to pay him back for all the teasing, but she couldn’t ask him to stop when the torture was so, so good.

When Diego slid the first finger inside her, Isolde cried out. Not out of pain, but of longing and a bit of fear. The general’s hands were big already, and to have his fingers replaced by his cock later… Isolde shuddered, but the thought of being stretched open for him only made her grind down harder on his finger. Diego smirked, gently circling his tongue around her clit, making Isolde arch off the bed with her first true scream.

“You are so wet for me,” he growled. “Tell me how you like this. Do you want me to drag your pleasure out or fuck you right now? For my fingers to stretch you open wider or for my cock to force its way into your pussy?”

“Yes,” Isolde moaned. “Yes!”

“Yes to what?” Diego asked, his voice low and sexy, sending another shiver down Isolde’s spine. He added a second finger, scissoring them inside her. She could feel them push deeper, brushing over spots that made her entire body tremble, her toes curling and her hands tearing the sheets on the bed.