His hips pressed forward, his hard cock pinning me to the wall, making me burn. “Even if you get burned, Gwen? Even if you die?”
“Even if I die.”
He kissed me, hard. So hard I forgot to breathe. I clung to him until my lungs burned and my body screamed for oxygen, until my head swam with want. Then I pulled back. Let him go. It was hard. And I knew after this night together, letting go would be even more difficult tomorrow.
“All right, Mak. One night. No bite. No official mating. Then I get to go on fighting for the Coalition, and I’ll help you get off this planet with a decent ship. Deal?”
I held out my hand between us to shake. He stared down at it, clearly not familiar with the Earth custom.
With a gasp of surprise, he lifted me into his arms again, almost jogging now as he carried me to his quarters. This time, I didn’t protest. I held on tight and wished he would hurry, relief coursing through me. He wanted me, and he was in a hurry to have me. Oh, and the thick, hard cock pressing against my hip was perfect validation.
And since it was one night, I was glad he was hurrying.
When the door opened to his rooms, I looked around with a quick glance. The entire space was steel gray with splashes of a dark, burnished gold. Like evaporated sunshine left behind to glow forever. The pillows on the couch. Stripes on the bedding. One section of wall was the same color, a large, black symbol painted into the middle in a strange language I’d never seen before. He had a table with one chair, which struck me as both odd and sad. Most warriors had two, even though they weren’t mated.
Guess Mak didn’t get many visitors. Or didn’t want any. Or have any intention of staying.
I looked at the huge bed as he carried me to it and tossed me down on my back. I bounced against the soft mattress. He loomed over me, his chest heaving, not from exertion but fighting for control. I’d imagined this moment, but I’d been limited to envisioning Mak in my quarters, his body half covered by my blood-orange sheets. That fantasy had worked to get me off all the nights I’d been alone, naked and in bed, my hand working between my thighs.
But those imaginings were nothing like the real thing. And he was fully clothed. I didn’t care where we were now, as long as it had a door, and privacy and we could get naked. Now.
And I would bet a thousand dollars that if I rolled over and buried my nose in his bed, the sheets would smell like him.
He watched me, seemingly gathering himself. But I didn’t want him in control. I wasn’t going to break. I wasn’t exactly human. At least, not anymore.
No. I wanted him wild. I wanted him to feel like I did. I wanted fast and hard and rough.
Reaching down, I pulled my uniform shirt off in one quick movement, baring myself from the waist up. My dark hair fell in waves halfway down my back and I pulled my hair forward, teasing him.
His gaze roved and then he lunged.
With a laugh, I rolled out from under him at the last moment and jumped on top of him, straddling his hips, tearing at his shirt. I ripped the fabric down the center of his chest with a moan of pleasure as his hard length pressed against my clit through my uniform pants. I rode him, rubbing against him like a cat as I lowered my mouth to his exposed skin, tasting him. Smelling him. God, he was hot. I sucked one hard nipple into my mouth as his massive hands lifted to cup my bare breasts, pluck at my nipples. Yup, bare. I wasn’t overly large in the boob department and I didn’t like wearing a bra. I didn’t need one, especially since the built-in armor worked well to disguise the whole nipple/headlight thing. My pussy flooded with wet heat and I arched into his hands, demanding more, never more thankful for going braless in my life.
“God, yes,” I moaned.
I hadn’t been with a man in years. Hadn’t been with an alien… ever. And it was as if my body had stored up all that need, all that fire in a pressure cooker just waiting to explode. I needed this. I needed him. Bad.
I bit at Mak’s chest, not hard enough to break the skin, but a challenge. A dare.
He answered with a rough growl.
I flew through space, unable to orient myself until I was flipped onto my back with Mak on top of me, between my legs. His cock pressed me into the bed, hard. I arched my hips and wrapped my legs around his thighs, needing more. I had no idea what came over me, but I was wild for him.
“Hurry. Please, please hurry,” I gasped. Begged. For the first time in a while, I was panting, short of breath. “I want you inside me.”
“No.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. No? No? What the fuck, no? I needed.
Why did he keep saying that word, dammit? No other male on the planet would be such a pain in my ass like he was.
My control snapped and I lifted us both from the bed. I moved him until his back was against the wall, pressed to the dark symbol that I would investigate later. Much later. When my pussy didn’t ache with emptiness. I pressed my hand to his chest, holding him in place as I tore his pants from his body with my free hand.
Boots. Fucking boots. He was still wearing boots. Whatever. That didn’t matter because his cock was free. And it was huge. Huge. Magnificent.
Thick. Long. A deep plum color, a thick vein pulsed along the full length. The thick length I doubted I could close my fingers around when I gripped and stroked it. The crown was flared, broad, the slit at the center held a drop of pre-cum.
I licked my lips. That was for me and I was desperate to taste it. To feel how hard he was, how much he would stretch my mouth wide. No way could I deep throat that monster. My pussy ached to be opened up with that huge head, crammed full with every inch of him.
But first, I had to taste. God, did I. All other thought fled as I dropped to my knees and took the tip into my mouth. His scent intensified here, the heady and seductive combination unique to him making me almost dizzy. I moaned.
Would his cum taste like he smelled?
I sucked. Harder. Deeper. He groaned, was talking to me, but I didn’t listen. I couldn’t hear him through the pounding in my skull. I needed. I wanted to taste him. I wanted his cum in my mouth.
When I pulled back to take a breath, he moved too quickly for me to stop him. In the blink of an eye, our positions were reversed. I was pinned to the wall, his hand on my chest as he ripped my pants from my body with a fierceness I found incredibly arousing. I might be as strong as a superhero, but having a male show how powerful and virile he was—and with his raging cock out and glistening with my saliva—was such a turn on.
“Stay.” The one word command made me tremble as he knelt and removed my boots. I stayed, because I wanted them off, too. Ridiculously, I liked his dominance.
He kicked his own boots off his feet and removed the rest of his uniform so that we both stood, completely naked. It was the first time anyone—besides the doctors at my arrival to the Colony—had seen my body after being captured by the Hive. I always ensured I was covered in long sleeves and pants to hide what those bastards had done. Everyone here had integrations, but this was my prick of vanity, of femininity, not allowing anyone to see them. I knew, if someone did, I might not be desirable.
I looked my fill of Mak, of what the Hive had done to him. A shoulder made of silver instead of his tanned flesh. A hip, thigh and knee of similar material. No wonder he was strong, fast. Powerful. When I lifted my gaze to his, he wasn’t looking at me, at my eyes, but lower, roving over my body.
Immediately, I lifted my hands to cover myself. I hadn’t been modest about the smaller size of my breasts or even the sight of my pussy. No, I covered one arm with the other, but it was no use. There were too many integrations all over my body to cover without a blanket.
I tried to shift, to turn to the side to hide as much of myself as I could, but his palm between my breasts kept me pinned.
“No. Do not attempt to hide what is mine from me, female.”
“Mak… I, please,” I begged, not exactly sure what to say.
Perhaps it was my tone that had his dark eyes meeting mine.
Unfathomably dark and full of heat. Knowledge. Greed, somehow.
“I see you, Gwen.”
I gave a rueful laugh. “Well, yeah. The lights are on.”
Slowly, he shook his head.
“No, I see you. What you don’t let anyone else see. Not just your body. I see your shame, your fear that you are not enough, perhaps that you are too much because of what the Hive did to you.” He held me still as the silence stretched and his gaze roamed every part of me. Taking his time. Nothing but acceptance—and lust—in his eyes. “You are beautiful. Perfect.”
I huffed as I felt my cheeks heat, felt more exposed than I ever had in my life.
“Look at my cock. You might not believe my words but look at it. It’s harder than it’s ever been—”
“That’s because it was in my mouth,” I countered, but he ignored me and continued.
“—and that pre-cum dripping down the length, is all for you. Look at it.”
His growl had my chin tipping down, my gaze following the line of his body to his cock. Yeah, it was hard. So hard that it curved upward and actually brushed his navel. Pre-cum was seeping from the crown, the glistening fluid beading and sliding down the length to dampen the dark curls at the base.
“I see your breasts, your muscles, your silky hair, those plush lips. That gorgeous pussy. But I also see this.”
He reached out and stroked my biceps, or what the Hive had done to my biceps, with the back of his fingers. I shouldn’t have felt pleasure with that simple the touch, of course, since that part of me was all biosynthetic metal parts and integrations, but I felt it nonetheless. The Hive integrations were advanced, and the tissue there had become even more sensitive than normal flesh. His touch was like a flame, making me hot. Needy. I wanted more. I wanted him to touch me everywhere. Every single part of me wanted him. Human. Cyborg. Female.
“And this. No wonder you wish to go back to fighting those fuckers. You can use what they did against them.”
His hand moved higher to my shoulder where the silvery flesh matched his, then lower over my belly—thankfully unchanged—to my thigh. “All this power.”
He dropped to his knees before me and stroked over my cyborg knee, calf and the top of my foot. He moved to the other foot and worked his way up until his fingers hovered over my pussy.
I held my breath.
“Not this,” he said quietly, almost reverently. “No, this is all female.”
He was wrong. There wasn’t an inch of my body the Hive hadn’t experimented on, hadn’t adapted one way or another. But when he breathed deep, I flushed again, knowing he was picking up my arousal, the need for him that had slipped from me and coated the inside of my thighs. No way could he miss that either.
“All mine.”
And then he lowered his head, licked up my seam in one long, slow slide.
I moaned, my fingers tangling in his hair, forgetting that I was all his for just tonight. Then we would both be free.
My thoughts fled until all I could think about was Mak and his wicked tongue on my clit. He moaned and the vibrations had me close to coming. Just. Like. That.
He took advantage of my distraction, standing and lifting me off the ground until my hips were shoulder height, all in one smooth motion. Being part cyborg seemed to have its advantages. “Put your legs over my shoulders,” he commanded.
I did as he asked, pressing my back into the wall as I shifted, eager for what I knew was coming, his remembered words echoing in my mind like a broken record.
I want you. I want to fuck you, fill you with my seed. Devour you. Eat your pussy and make you scream my name.
Well, he’d had a sample of my pussy and if he’d stayed on his knees longer, I’d have definitely screamed his name. Held in place, back to the wall, I kept my right leg on his shoulder as he used his hand to push my left thigh wide, holding my left leg up, spreading me open for his inspection.
This position wouldn’t have worked for mere mortals, but since we were both part cyborg, strong and powerful in a way the Hive intended, it was easy. And fucking hot.
The cool air hit the hot, swollen folds of my wet pussy and I arched my back with pleasure as he blew on my core, gently. Teasing me with what I knew he could do.
Fuck.
“Please. Do it. God, please.”
He grinned as I buried my fingers in his hair once again, trying, without success, to force his mouth back to my pussy. He was immobile. I wrapped my hands around his head and pulled. Hard.
He was even stronger than I thought. He didn’t budge. Not one inch. It was like I was trying to move a mountain. I couldn’t get what I wanted. Couldn’t best him from this position. I was at his mercy. Someone was stronger than me. Wouldn’t give in to my demands. Yet I knew by that smile he was going to give me exactly what I wanted… but by his rules. And the thought made me so hot I felt the wet heat slip down to my ass and thighs.
“Mak. God. Please.”
“That is third time you have begged me to touch you. It will not be the last.”
I opened my mouth to argue but he slid two fingers deep into my pussy, fingering me, spreading me open as his strong lips clamped down on my clit.
And I lost it. I was done for. That ruthless control I kept about myself? Gone. Torn to shreds by Mak. I’d actually begged. Pleaded. And he didn’t laugh, didn’t find me less. In fact, he liked it. Wanted it. He was right, he saw parts of me no one else saw. I was exposed, vulnerable and at his mercy, and not just because he had his face in my pussy.
The fact that he was about to make me come from just his fingers and mouth proved he had a control over me in a way I never imagined. And I never wanted it to stop.
Chapter 6
Mak
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I had a driving need to fuck Gwen. Hard. Bed-breaking, wall-smashing fucking. And we’d do it, too. My cock demanded it. My fangs… well, my fangs would be the only part of me that wouldn’t be satisfied today. Or ever.
But my satisfaction wasn’t my top priority. No. It was to get Gwen to scream, to feel her muscles tense, her thighs clamp down on my ears as I made her come. As I licked up every bit of her sweet, sticky essence. One whiff of her arousal for me, then one hit of it on my tongue had me ravenous.
The proof of her desire for me had my balls aching with the need to empty deep inside her. My cock swelled, and swelled. I recognized the change, the shift in my cock to mate, to fill, lock and remain deep in Gwen’s pussy. It had never happened to me before, this possessive need to claim in the basest of ways. It was harder to stifle than my fangs, but somehow, I knew without the bite, the lock wouldn’t happen. Oh, she’d take my massive cock for a ride, but I wouldn’t remain deep within her. It wouldn’t—couldn’t—happen. My body wouldn’t let it and neither would my mind.
Gwen might be mine to fuck, but not to keep. Especially since we’d just agreed to one night. She’d get my scent, get sent back on missions where she belonged and I’d get the fuck off the Colony.
Yet it was hard to think about tomorrow, about being in a different sector of the universe when she clawed at my hair, the way she succumbed so beautifully to the passion within her. She was stunning. I wanted to see it. To know I made her this way was heady. Fuck, it was thrilling. A sight to behold.
I knew she’d never given herself to another like this. She didn’t behave like a virgin and I had no expectations of that, but this passionate nature of hers had just come out. For me and me alone. No one before me had seen her in such a state. No, she was balls-to-the-wall intense. Just as broody, as intense and fierce as I was. I saw it because I felt it in myself. Her need to escape, to escape even her own skin.
And right now, she wasn’t thinking about anything. Not how she’d been forced to choose a mate, her need to go on missions, the fact that she was more than human now. The Hive. The Colony. Her role as lieutenant. Everything was gone from her mind, everything but me.
She could just be the female who submitted to my fingers, my mo
uth… and soon, once she came all over my face, my cock.
When I felt her muscles quiver, tasted the warm trickle of her need on my tongue, felt her clit swell, I knew she was close. And when she arched her back, slammed her shoulders into the wall with the intensity of her orgasm, she was perfect.
Gwen. Lost to pleasure.
In that instant, while she practically ripped my hair out by the roots and screamed her release, I understood. Why the governor was obsessed with Rachel. Why Tyran and his second coveted Kristin. Why they would do anything for their mates. How they’d handed over their balls when their female arrived via transport from Earth, and were content in having done so.
Their possessiveness.
Their protectiveness.
Their need. Obsession. Desire. Affection. Mindless love.
No one else would see Gwen like this. Never. This… fire belonged to me. While I may have brought her to climax, she’d trusted me with herself, let go of any inhibitions, fears… everything. For me.
I knew that was a difficult thing for her, seemingly impossible being the only integrated Earth female on the planet. Hells, currently the only unmated female on the planet.
No longer. No. Fucking. Way.
This pussy, her slick, hot, pink flesh was mine. The tangy, sweet taste would linger only on my tongue. The scent of her would be all over my face, my chin, my cock. Every male who came near me would scent her, would know I’d taken what she’d offered so freely, even after I’d left.
If I’d known it would be like this, I’d have been among the fools trying to win her in that arena, just for this night alone. I’d have killed to possess her. Now I knew I would kill to protect her. And having my seed on her, marking her, would do just that long after I was gone.
When she was pressed, limp and sated, between me and the dented wall, her eyes flickered open.
“More,” she growled, eyes wide and filled with heat.
I may have made her feel good, but she was far from done. Far from done. Not only would she carry my scent upon her, letting every male on the planet know who she belonged to, I would fill her pussy until she craved me. Needed me. Only me.
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