Mated to the Beast

by Grace Goodwin

  How had one big brute of a space alien seen past my armor—and it wasn’t the warrior clothing I was referring to—and known what I needed more. I was strong, perhaps too strong, and it had taken him all of ten minutes to crack me open like an egg.

  Even against the hard plate of his chest armor, I could hear his heart beating. I was, for once, calm and remarkably at peace. Nothing was going to happen to me right now. I was safe and my mind was quiet.

  “Better?” he asked, once my crying jag subsided.

  “Better,” I replied. My body was soft and pliant, my ass fiery hot and sore. But I felt like someone was paying attention to me, for me. I didn’t know how, but I’d needed that spanking. Analyzing my reactions would just make me crazy, so I resigned myself to figuring that all out later.

  I stiffened in his hold and realized my ass was sticking out. I tugged up my pants and fixed the fastening, once again putting myself to rights. I tried to walk away, shame chasing the contented glow from my mind the moment I’d lost his touch, but he stopped me with a hand on my chin, lifting my face to look at him.

  “Watching you come is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” His thumb stroked my cheek and I couldn’t help it, I leaned into his touch as he continued. “You are mine. You will never be alone, never sleep alone, never fight alone. You are mine and I will never leave you.”

  “Dax. I can’t think about that right now. I just can’t. I have to save Seth.”

  “We will save Seth.”

  “Okay. We will save Seth.” As much as I hated to admit it, having him help me was a huge relief.

  “And then you will come home with me and we will begin a new life.”

  I nodded, unable to deny him right now. All my carefully constructed walls were gone, torn down by my new mate with his strength and iron will.

  “Good, because I want your throaty little sighs of pleasure just for my ears. Your pussy walls all but milked my fingers, but I want to feel you come on my tongue. I want to taste your mouth and your pussy. I want to hold you down and fill you with my cock until you beg me for release, and I want to make you come over and over until you beg me to stop.”

  Holy shit, that was hot. Dax was blatant and completely unashamed in his desire for me. I’d never felt anything more real, more intense.

  I felt his cock, hard and thick, against my belly. “What… um, what about you?”

  He held up my hand and traced a path of dried blood that colored my skin, a reminder of all that we’d done today. “The mating fever could come upon me at any time. When it comes, my actions may be beyond my will to control. Just know that you are the only one who can soothe it. I will fight not to take you if you are resistant, but my life will be in your hands. You may have to take me.”

  I imagined him flat on his back as I rode him like a wild woman, his cock thick and deep as I ground my hips against his, taking what I wanted from him. I couldn’t shake the idea of having this strong, powerful warlord on his back and between my thighs, mine to take. When he added a sly grin at the end of his declaration, I knew that while he was serious, he was also flirting. This big space alien covered in Hive blood was actually flirting with me. For once, I had no comeback.

  * * *

  Sarah

  A sound woke me. I stared into the darkness trying to figure out what it was, where I was. I had on the usual tank top and shorts, my normal sleeping gear. The bed was soft and the constant hum of the ship’s systems didn’t allow me to forget I was no longer on Earth.

  There, I heard it again. Someone was in the room.

  “Lights, half power.”

  The room brightened.

  It all came back to me in a quick rush. I was in temporary housing quarters with my new mate, waiting for the magnetic storm to clear so we could transport. The room only had the one bed, no couch or other chair, forcing us to share. I was unaccustomed to sleeping with a man—usually a one-night stand didn’t include a sleepover. But this wasn’t a quick roll in the hay, this was my mate, and I’d fallen asleep with his huge body wrapped protectively around mine. While the bed was large, so was Dax, and I’d given up protesting when he pulled me against him and drifted to sleep.

  Now, though, the sheets were a wild tangle. I was in bed but Dax was sitting on the floor in the corner. His hands were clenched into fists, his neck was arched, his bare chest glistened with sweat and his fingers tapped out a frantic pace against the floor.

  “Don’t move. I won’t be able to save you,” he growled.

  Worry cut through me but I stilled. “What’s wrong? A nightmare?” I knew many fighters who struggled with nightmares from the horrors of battle.

  “The fever. Don’t come closer unless you want me balls deep and out of control.”

  I remembered the strength he’d displayed as he grabbed the Hive soldier and ripped his head off. I worried my lower lip between my teeth as I wondered just how dangerous he was. “Do you think you’ll hurt me?”

  “I don’t know what the beast will do, Sarah. I’ve never had the mating fever before. It can sense you, smell you. It wants you and you’re there,” he pointed at me, “in a bed and wearing just that skimpy clothing, your nipples hard. I can smell you—”

  He shut his eyes to block me out.

  He wouldn’t hurt me. Deep down, I knew that. I have no idea where the knowing came from, but instinct told me he wouldn’t hurt me. Not now, not ever.

  Dax’s sleep pants were black and the loose material did nothing to hide the rigid outline of his cock. It tented his pants and it proved all of him was large. He’d said that the fever brought about rage, anger, the need for sex.

  “You said it was the mate’s job to soothe the beast,” I replied, sliding from the bed and crawling toward him. “And you said I could ride you, Dax. You promised me.”

  Every line of his body was tense, taut with restless energy and need. He was like a male model, all defined, hard muscles. His broad shoulders tapered into a narrow waist, a smattering of dark hair was between his brown nipples and tapered to a thin line that went beneath the band of his pants. He didn’t have six-pack abs, but eight. He didn’t need body armor to be rock hard. And lower, God, lower, his cock was like a hammer beneath the fabric of his pants. I physically ached to touch him, to feel the softness of his skin, the heat of it, the springy feel of his chest hair. The thickness of his cock. The taste of it.

  “I don’t think you can soothe this, Sarah. When full mating fever is upon me—and this isn’t even it—the only way I can be soothed is to fuck. Not once, not twice. Again and again until I’ve finally burned off the restless energy, the need.”

  I had no idea why the idea of having Dax unleashed was so appealing. I should be fearful, just as he cautioned, but I wasn’t. Not after the way he’d seen to me earlier. He’d spanked me, then made me come. While he’d been dominant, he hadn’t been hurtful. It had been… exhilarating when I’d finally relinquished control to him, when I finally understood that I didn’t have to be strong for him.

  So while he was trying to be strong for me, it was my turn to give him what he needed. I was the only one who could.

  “So you want to take me hard?” I asked. The very idea of him taking me without finesse had my pussy weeping.

  His eyes were on my body. My tank top was snug, clearly outlining my bare breasts as I crawled toward him, my nipples already hard.

  “Yes.” His eyes narrowed and the pupils were all but gone, leaving complete black.

  “You want it rough?” I crawled closer. Perhaps we were perfectly matched, for I couldn’t imagine anything hotter than Dax going wild, which meant I wanted it that way.

  “Yes.” His palms slid over the floor as if trying to grab something, anything, but me.

  “You need me to take the edge off?” I had a few needs of my own. I needed to come once or twice.

  “Yes.”

  I felt powerful and desirable and my pussy dripped with a returned need. The way he’d fucked me with h
is fingers, made me come from them alone, had me wanting more. Now, now I wanted it as much as he did. I should walk away. I should run away, for I truly didn’t know this man. I was going to have sex with a stranger, an oversized alien with mating fever who wanted to fuck and fuck and fuck.

  Hell, every Earth woman would kill to be me. I couldn’t skip this opportunity. My inner walls clenched with the demand to be filled with his huge cock. I glanced down at it and I saw the way pre-cum had seeped from the tip to wet the clinging fabric. I could clearly see the outline of the broad crown and the start of the thick vein that ran down the length.

  “You must take me, Sarah. If I have you beneath me, I might hurt you.”

  My eyes narrowed with desire. I was on my hands and knees before him. “You want me to ride you?”

  He didn’t answer with words, but tugged at the drawstring at his waist and pushed his pants down over his cock. It sprang free and I couldn’t help but swear at the sight of it.

  “Holy shit.”

  It was the biggest cock I’d ever seen. Porn star worthy. He’d certainly hidden it well in his uniform pants. It was thick and very hard, the skin taut and a dark rose color, filled with blood. Clear fluid gathered at the narrow slit at the top. Dax gripped the base in his hand and began to stroke it.

  “Just having you look at my cock makes me want to come.”

  I watched as he pumped his fist and I swear his cock got even bigger.

  “I’m not sure… I’m not sure that’s going to fit.”

  He offered me a pained smile. “Take off your shirt, Sarah.”

  I arched a brow, then grinned. “For wanting me to fuck you, you’re awfully bossy.”

  “I’m going to rip it off you in about three seconds. I just figured you’d want something to wear when I’m finished with you.”

  He had a good point and the way his free hand was gripped into a fist, I didn’t doubt he’d snag the neckline of the shirt and rend the fabric.

  Sitting back on my heels, I lifted it over my head, letting my hair slide free and down my back.

  I shifted so I could get my shorts off. When I dropped them on top of my shirt, Dax groaned.

  I knelt before him in just my panties. I didn’t know if Atlan women had panties or not, but since I was from Earth, they were allowed as part of my uniform. They were plain white, not the least bit enticing or sexy, but the way Dax was looking at me, it was as if they were the most delicate of lace and satin.

  My nipples tightened under his gaze.

  “Touch yourself. Show me what you like,” he growled, his eyes glued to my breasts.

  I placed a hand on my belly and his eyes lowered to it. I moved it upwards and over one breast, then the other. While it felt good to watch as his gaze followed my hand, I wanted his touch.

  He slowly shook his head. “Not there. Lower.”

  My clit pulsed, agreeing with him.

  I slid my hand back down and then beneath my panties, my fingers brushing over my clit. It was swollen, so swollen that just brushing it made my mouth fall open, my eyes closed.

  “Eyes on me, Sarah.” His voice was a dark growl.

  I looked at him, saw the feral need there, the heat, the longing.

  “Are you wet?”

  I bit my lip and nodded, the slick essence coating not only my lower lips, but now my fingertips.

  “Show me. Prove to me that you’re ready for my cock. That you want it.”

  I lifted my hand up and he could see my wetness coating my fingers. He groaned then, his restraint had weakened and he grasped my wrist and tugged me forward. I placed a hand on his shoulder for balance and widened my knees.

  He took my fingers into his mouth and sucked my sticky juices off. This was the most erotic thing… ever.

  “Dax,” I moaned his name as the suction of his fingers made me wonder what that mouth would be like on my pussy.

  “You taste sweet,” he growled. “Now, Sarah. It needs to be now. Knowing you want it, too, makes it harder for me to control myself. If the beast escapes, he won’t stop.”

  He released his hold and I placed that hand on his other shoulder. While he was obviously raging with fever, he’d waited until he knew I was ready for him, that my pussy was so wet that it could take his big cock. Even now with his fever riding him, he’d ensured I would not be hurt.

  When he straightened out his legs, I was suddenly straddling him. Raising his hands to my hips, he curled his fingers into the sides of my panties and tugged, ripping them from me. I was completely exposed, completely naked.

  Moving my knees forward, I positioned myself so I was directly above his cock. Slowly, carefully, I lowered myself down until the blunt head bumped into my pussy.

  He hissed and I moaned. His hands came to my hips and gripped tightly. I would surely have bruises there come morning.

  “Now, Sarah. Holy fuck. Now.”

  Reaching down between my legs, I parted my slick folds around him and lowered my body over his thick head. He was so big that I bit my lip at the sharp sting of pain as he stretched me open, filling me. It had been a long time since I’d been with anyone, and he was not the average man.

  I clenched his shoulders. He was staring down between my legs and I lowered my head to see what he was looking at. A little at a time his cock was disappearing inside me. It was such an erotic sight as I took more and more.

  Taking deep breaths, I tried to relax and let gravity help. Bending his knees, he made a cradle for me to sit within, gave me a place to lean. As I used his thighs for leverage, the angle of my body shifted slightly and he slid deep in one smooth glide, not giving me time to adjust. All of a sudden I was simply full. Too full.

  I cried out, my forehead on his chest as I tried to breathe, squirming on him, trying to pull off. “It’s too much. You’re too big.”

  He soothed me with his hands on my back, keeping me still. “Take a minute to adjust. You’re perfect for me. You’ll see. Just being inside you is helping. I won’t hurt you. I promise. I am big and your pussy is so tight. It’s so wet and eager for me. Clench down on me. Yes, just like that.”

  As he continued to talk to me, I relaxed, adjusted to the huge feel of him. I’d never had such a big cock before. I had no doubt that as soon as I began to move, I’d be completely ruined for all others.

  All of a sudden I wanted to lift up, to move on him. Remaining still was instant torture. Moving, I pulled back, then dropped down, making Dax groan.

  “Again.”

  I did it again. And again.

  “Don’t stop.”

  He didn’t have to tell me that, for I had no intention of stopping. I began to ride him in earnest, lifting up and slamming down hard; every time I moved, my clit rubbed against him. I tilted my head back with abandon, knowing that he wasn’t going to let me go, he wasn’t going to do anything but let me fuck him until I came, until I made him come.

  My breasts bounced and swayed as I moved, but I didn’t care. I knew he could feel the soft flesh at my hips beneath his fingers, but I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything.

  I’d never been so hot, so eager for someone before. Usually I needed tons of foreplay before I could even consider fucking. For Dax, I just had to hear his voice, see his cock and I was dripping wet.

  “I’m going to come,” I cried, moving my hips in small circles, grinding on him.

  “Good girl. Come for me. Come for your mate.”

  I screamed as I came, the pleasure of it making my fingertips tingle, my toes numb. My thigh muscles quivered and sweat broke out on my skin. There wasn’t a more vulnerable moment and I could feel Dax’s hands holding me tightly, the warmth and solidness of him beneath me.

  When I caught my breath and opened my eyes, Dax remained buried deep, still hard and thick. He grinned at me. “You’re beautiful when you come.”

  I flushed at his compliment.

  “The fever is soothed a bit,” he breathed. I couldn’t tell by looking at him. His hands still ti
ghtly gripped my hips, the cords in his neck were rigid and his cock had certainly not diminished.

  I frowned. “But… but you haven’t come.”

  “Just being inside you seems to help. Seeing you come definitely helped. I have never had the fever before, so I am learning, too. Do not fear, I am in control again.”

  “I don’t want to stop.” I could still ride him, still fuck him to orgasm. I could come again. I wanted to come again, like a naughty, naughty girl. I wanted more. “I… I don’t want you in control.”

  “You have done your job well as mate, soothing my inner beast.” His hands lifted to cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples and I leaned into his touch as fire shot straight from my breasts to my clit. “Now, I am going to fuck you. But first, I want to taste you.”

  Before I could respond, he lifted me up so his cock came free. He moved so that he lay flat on his back on the hard floor. Instead of straddling his waist, I straddled his… his face.

  I looked down at him between my thighs, saw the gleam in his eye, the wicked grin on his lips.

  “Dax,” I said breathlessly.

  “I can still taste you on my tongue from when I licked your fingers. Your pussy juices ease the fever. It’s like medicine. I need more.”

  He stopped talking then, took hold of my hips and lowered me so I was sitting on his face.

  I had nothing to hold onto and I fell forward as my hands slapped against the wall. I looked down at Dax’s dark head and watched as his tongue flicked over my clit before he took it into his mouth and sucked. I was right. His tongue was much better than my fingers.

  “You’re going to come for me and then I’ll fuck you.”

  His voice was muffled by my thighs. He kissed one, then nipped it, making me gasp. He was being bossy and I didn’t mind it at all. Apparently, being commanded to come by a man with his mouth on my pussy made the authority issue I had much easier to overlook.

  “Okay,” I replied, for what woman would refuse another orgasm?

  I gave over then, for my only alternative was to climb off him, and that was not going to happen. He was a talented lover, wielding his tongue like a master artist. My clit was already sensitive and the gentle flick of his tongue, the full suction of his mouth pushed me to the brink, and over, quickly. He left me wilted and panting, sweating and sated.