“My friend is indeed impressive,” Roman said in a teasing voice. “Hope meet Krygor. Krygor, this is the lovely Hope.”
“Greetings, Hope,” I said, my voice involuntarily taking on a purring tone. Her golden skin erupting in goosebumps gave me the sudden urge to lick every single one of them, one by one. “Roman tells me you want to play with giants.”
“I would like to play with one giant,” she said, boldly taking one step closer to me. Despite the assertiveness with which she spoke, everything about her screamed submissive. And that made the dominant in me even hungrier. “The question is: does that giant want to play with me?”
“Who wouldn’t want to play with you?” I countered, letting my gaze slowly roam over her.
She is far more beautiful than Marla had been.
I immediately chastised myself for the thought, although I did believe it. Roman had been right in his last comment about not punishing her for the sins of another.
Or myself, for that matter.
I could spend a delectable time with this stunning female or let the memory of a bitch who happened to vaguely look like her ruin the moment. But right now, my cock was dying to further make the acquaintance of the delicate beauty.
Hope smiled timidly, the glimmer of relief in her eyes upon hearing my approval of her didn’t go unnoticed. She wanted me to like her. That both aroused the fuck out of me while also setting off my alarm bells. Unless she was a social climber, what could a breathtaking woman like her possibly want with a beast like me?
Turning sideways, I extended an open palm for her to come around the table to me. Obedient, she complied, stopping directly in front of me between my parted legs. From the corner of my eye, I saw Azoria returning with our drinks. Her curious eyes flicked between Hope and me as I slipped my hands between the parted panels of her black babydoll to hold her narrow waist. I vaguely heard Roman thank the Dantorian, but my mind was focused on the beauty before me. Hope bit her bottom lip as my thumbs caressed the sides of her flat stomach.
“Tell me, Hope, why do you want to play with that one giant?” I insisted.
She took a moment to look at me, her green eyes lingering on the bulging muscles of my arms and chest before examining my features. Unlike most other females, she didn’t recoil at the sight of my brutish features typical of Braxians. Instead, a certain amount of genuine awe settled on her gorgeous face. Hope raised her hand as if to touch my biceps but caught herself, casting a sheepish look towards me for almost doing so without having first received my consent. I wished she hadn’t stopped. And yet, her timid and respectful restraint only turned me on further.
“Because I want to touch the embodiment of true power, of nearly supernatural strength,” she said in a breathy voice. “I want to feel it around me… Inside me,” she added in a whisper, her face heating. “I want to unleash the passion of hands capable of snapping me like a twig, but that will instead gently bend me to their will. And I want to feel that power come alive beneath my touch, my caresses, and my lips. I want to see the fearsome giant melt for me.”
Baring my teeth at her, my palms slipped down the soft, rounded curves on her bare bum and drew her closely against me, her pelvis pressing against my crotch. Hope’s lips parted, and she softly gasped, feeling my hard cock through the thin fabric of my pants.
“Inside you, little Vaya?” I asked, my lips a hair’s breadth from hers. “You think you can handle the giant?”
Of all the reactions I had expected from the apparently timid female, her leaning forward and sucking on my bottom lip before giving it a gentle nip had definitely not featured on the list. With a boldness I’d never thought her capable of, Hope slipped her hand between us and gently rubbed my cock over my pants, her eyes darkening. Her lips traced a path along my cheeks up to my ear before nipping my earlobe.
“I can and want to handle all of this giant,” Hope whispered in my ear. “I can do for you what only Braxian females can. Better still, I can make you feel things no other female in the entire Eastern Quadrant can.”
“That is quite the boast, little Vaya,” I growled, one hand tightening over one of her butt cheeks, while the other caressed a path up the silky skin of her back beneath her babydoll.
“I do not boast,” she said smugly, straightening to stare me in the eye. “Facts are facts.”
“Then I shall put it to the test,” I said, my voice dipping even deeper with the fire the little minx had ignited in my loins, and my crotch throbbing beneath her touch.
Hope shivered almost imperceptibly. Seeing the little nubs of her nipples hardening through the sheer fabric of her nothing dress, and the maddening scent of her blossoming arousal wafting to me almost had me insane with lust.
“As you wi—”
“Hope! What are you doing?” a tall human male in his late fifties, early sixties, exclaimed in a loud voice just shy of shouting, interrupting her.
I glared at the intruder who was scowling at my female with barely repressed seething rage and something akin to betrayal. Jealousy and bloodthirst surged within me at the dominant and possessive way he stared at her. Hope stiffened, yanking away her hand rubbing my crotch, while the other, slightly trembling, tightening its grip on my waist. The delectable scent of her arousal soured with a sliver of fear. My protective instinct immediately flared, and I snarled at the slightly balding brown-haired male, plain looking but stylishly dressed in an expensive charcoal shirt and black pants.
“As you can see, she’s tending to me,” I said in a threatening tone.
Hope slightly leaned into me, as if seeking my protection. I drew her even closer to me, daring the male to challenge my claim. I didn’t know what rights he had over her, nor did I care. The silver-haired beauty had set my blood on fire, and I would gladly face off against any who would dare attempt to deny me my prize.
The male’s head jerked towards me, his eyes widening as he took in my appearance, recognition flashing in his dark blue eyes.
“M… Mr. Aldriss!” the man exclaimed. “Such an honor to have you visiting my humble business. If I had known the big boss’ sire was dropping by, I would have ensured you received a proper greeting. My name is Luther, Luther Stromland, the owner of Bacchus.”
Realizing the weasel was her boss, not a potential mate—or wannabe mate—dimmed some of my anger… barely. He closed the short distance to our table, his hand extended towards me. I glanced at it, back up at him, then turned to my woman who gaped at me, wide eyed.
“Mr. Aldriss?” she repeated in a whisper laced with awe and disbelief.
“Krygor to you,” I replied in a gentle voice, my fingers caressing the naked skin of her back in a soothing motion.
Hope licked her lips nervously before giving me a timid smile that made me ache to kiss her. That she hadn’t known my identity when she’d been so bold in her attempts at seduction tremendously pleased me. Even merely as Anton’s father, people sought to ingratiate themselves to me either to curry favors with my son or to increase their status with him. That it hadn’t been the case with her only made me want her more.
“Hope, I will need you on Stage A right after Latena’s performance. Then you will have a series of massages to perform,” Luther said in a clipped tone after dropping his hand. “Mr. Aldriss, I will have my finest girls come see to your needs and satisfy your wildest fantasies,” he added in a syrupy voice that made my fist itch with the urge to punch his throat and crush that annoyingly prominent Adam’s apple bulging on his unusually long neck.