The Gladiator's Prize by April Andrews Read Free Book Online

room. It was time to call in some favors and
make some plans…
     

Chapter Eight
     
    Matt glared as he looked down at the
golden robes that his ‘hosts’ had presented to him earlier in the
day. They had insisted the garments were ceremonial, that all
competitors wore them, but Matt knew for a fact that Logan hadn’t
worn any when he entered the arena for his last fight. He’d worn
pants and boots instead. Matt knew this because from the moment the
big alien had walked on to the dusty floor he hadn’t been able to
take his eyes of him.
    You and thousands of
others.
    He glared some more and
plucked at the thick material. It covered him from head to toe and
would be easy to remove. A flick or two of Logan’s whip and the
bindings that held it in place would fall as easily as the walls of
fucking Alpha One , leaving Matt stark naked. If only he’d been able to keep
his own fucking clothes! But Jarv must have slipped something in
his water last night because Matt had woken up from his too brief
sleep as bare as the day he was born, leaving him absolutely no
choice but to wear the robes.
    A bell clanged.
    His first warning.
    There would be one more
before the door in front of him opened and ushered him into the
arena. Matt gripped the handle of his whip and took a deep breath.
He was ready for it, had spent most of the previous night pacing in
his cell, going through strategies and planning his moves. Because
the way Matt saw it he had two choices. He could refuse to enter
the arena. Refuse to fight. But he knew, had been told in
excruciating detail, that Jarv would force him in if he had to, and
Matt would stand no chance against Logan if he wasn’t willing to
fight. He would lose, then after he would be taken back to his
cell, where Jarv would either let him be or drug and rape him. Even
if he was left alone he would be expected to enter the arena again
and again and sooner or later he would lose no matter how hard he
fought. Sooner most likely considering some of the males who would
come to challenge him. Those men would fuck him roughly in front of
thousands, and they’d love every minute of it. Matt would
not.
    Option two had come to
Matt last night, as he paced and paced. So far as he could see the
only way that was going to get his freedom was to win and make
Logan his prize.
He would be able to barter then. The human who finally took down
their feted gladiator? The male who mastered the man that had
fucked hundreds into submission? Christ, they’d adore him! It would
give him leverage, enough perhaps that they would turn their backs
for just long enough, and he’d make a run for his ship and be off
planet before they realized.
    And Logan? Matt shuddered as he
thought of the male who had won against so many others, some of the
strongest men in the galaxy in fact. He was so big, so muscular.
Matt had realized that last night when Logan covered him with his
big body. Hell, it wasn’t going to be easy, not at all. Matt knew
he had his work cut out for him, but it wasn’t impossible. If he
could just get Logan on his hands and knees…or even flat on his
back…Matt could thrust inside before the other man knew what was
happening.
    Penetration was enough. Jarv had said
so.
    It was a win.
    And you won’t have a
problem there.
    Matt scowled as he reached
down to palm his cock. He’d been hard from the moment he’d awoken.
His dick knew something was happening and was ready for it. Matt
might not have eleven thick inches to work with but for a human he
was well above average, especially in the girth department, and he
didn’t doubt that he would be able to fuck Logan well. Hell, he’d
been thinking about doing just that since the moment he’d seen him
in the arena, and then again when Logan had pushed him against the
wall and kissed him so furiously. And Matt hated that! Logan might
not be his captor. Might even have had some sympathy for Matt’s
position but he was still one of them , and right now Matt was