Act of Command

by Mandy M. Roth

  “Corbin, please,” begged Mae, coming closer to him, the smell of Fae stronger than before. “I hurt and I know you hurt. We could make the hurt stop. Together.”

  He’d been so on edge since she’d come into his life. Every second a struggle with his beast. He couldn’t hurt her. That was the one thing he would never permit to happen, and taking her in this state, with the drugs in his system, he could harm her. “Love, once we’re free, I will know every inch of you. Mark my words.”

  Her bottom lip trembled and he was positive Fae magik was around them. At first he wondered if one was near, on the payroll for the enemy, and then it hit him—the magik was leaking off Mae. She seemed unaware of it. “I can feel how much you hurt. Let me help you.”

  She was attuned to him, as a mate should be.

  He backed away from her more as his body tensed, the urge to seize hold of her and fuck her until she understood she was his was strong. For a split second, everything around him blurred as the drugs in his system nearly claimed him. He staggered back, his fear of harming her winning out over the needs of his dick. She was precious. He would not take her like this. He would not risk her.

  She swayed and touched her upper chest, her cheeks flushing. “Corbin,” she whispered, and then began to sing softly again. It wasn’t words so much as it was perfectly placed notes. Each one increased the desire in him, making him want to do the unthinkable and tear her dress from her before he thrust her against the wall and rammed himself into her. He wanted to sink his teeth into her flesh as he emptied himself in her, leaving no room for error—she was his.

  The things he wanted to do to her.

  His cock twitched with excitement at the idea of not only claiming her pussy but at knowing what her ass would feel like around him too. He could almost feel it, holding him there as he released and his body shook.

  He growled, the sound of her song washing over him more. It clouded his ability to think of anything beyond taking her any way he could, and maybe some ways he couldn’t.

  Focus, Jones.

  His ears rang as his cock jerked painfully. Reaching up, Corbin held his head, trying to reason out what was happening. What was sending him over the edge of reason and into the abyss of a mindless fucking machine? Whatever they’d given him was slowing his natural healing ability, but he was still healing and that meant he was also cycling through the meds. Why was the urge to fuck a hole clean through his mate growing to epic proportions when it should have been cooling to some degree? What had changed?

  Mae.

  She was singing.

  He sniffed the air again, the smell of Fae still strong. He concentrated on the other scent. The one he couldn’t identify. His mind raced with possibilities and when he landed on siren, he froze.

  It couldn’t be.

  Could it?

  Was his mate part siren?

  Lifting his hands, Corbin watched in horror as he yet again lost control and fur began to sprout on them. He shook and fell as he tried to back away from her. His body wasn’t healed from his injury and was already in a weakened state. The drugs in his system and now Mae’s song were too much.

  Chapter Twelve

  Mae blinked, her head feeling a bit foggy as she focused on the room around her as best she could without her glasses on. What had happened? She spotted Corbin’s form on the floor. His blue eyes were wide and his upper body seemed even bigger than it had been.

  She realized she was singing and snapped her mouth shut at once, fearful she’d done something to harm him. Had she driven him mad too? Was he now a broken man?

  “Oh gods, no! Corbin.” She moved to him fast against his protests.

  His skin was on fire, sweat beading on it. Something was wrong with him. Very wrong.

  “N-no,” he managed. “Don’t touch me.”

  “You’re hurt.”

  “Run,” he said barely above a harsh whisper. “Not safe to be around.”

  She touched his brow, wiping away sweat that was about to go into his eyes. “You won’t hurt me, Corbin. Deep down I know that.”

  His teeth clenched and his body strained. The sight of him in so much pain made her tear up. What had they given him? He shook his head as she tried to touch him again. “No.”

  “I told you that you won’t hurt me,” she pressed.

  He looked away for a few moments before looking at her, his gaze dead serious. “I want to fuck you until you scream my name. Until you beg me to stop. Until you carry my child.” He cursed softly and then snarled, his entire body trembling from his obvious attempts to restrain whatever was happening.

  It hit her then, he was already drugged up and she’d lost control and sung to him. He wasn’t insane or broken like so many were when she did such a thing—he was horny. His pain was happening because he wanted to keep her safe from his sexual advances. She’d already had a soft spot for him; this just made it bigger. Knowing he was going through this much agony for her made her chest tingle and warmth spread through it. In addition, it made her rethink her stance on clinging to her virginity. Every instinct in her told her to hand herself over to Corbin, that he wouldn’t hurt her, that he’d make love to her, and even though they were in a horrible situation, being with him would be glorious.

  “Corbin, let me help you.”

  “No. Did you hear what I want to do to you?”

  “I did.” She sighed. “I don’t think I’m a screamer, but who knows.” She wanted to make him smile. It didn’t work.

  He convulsed and she moved closer to him, pushing on his shoulder, rolling him onto his back with ease. For a moment she felt his pain as if were her own and the tears broke free from her. She had it in her to help him. Deep down she knew it to be true. She skimmed a hand over his torso, wiping through the sheen of sweat coating his every muscle.

  Corbin caught her wrist and shook his head. It took her a moment to realize his hands were misshapen. Without her glasses on she’d not seen it before, but there it was. He was starting to shift forms.

  Reason said she should run.

  Her heart said stay. That he needed her. She locked gazes with him and then bent over him, putting her face close to his, her lips brushing his. She was about to tell him to allow her to assist, but when his hands went into her hair and his lips crashed into hers, she knew he’d lost his ability to fight what was happening to him. She surrendered to his kiss, opening her mouth to him, his tongue finding hers. Fireworks seemed to explode behind her eyelids as she kissed him.

  Her body warmed to the idea of having more from him. Before she knew it, her hands were roaming freely over his torso and inching lower as she slid up and over him, straddling him. His hot, hard erection pressed against his pants and in turn, against her mound. Mae gasped in Corbin’s mouth as his kiss turned into an act of sex all on its own.

  He broke the kiss, keeping his lips near hers, his hands clamping down on the sides of her head, and she knew he was straining to keep from going too far. “Mae, no.”

  “You don’t want me?” she asked, slightly hurt.

  “Bloody hell, woman, I’m fighting the urge to claim you. Do you understand what that means?”

  She’d have been offended if her own traitorous body didn’t crave the man under her. “You’re hurting and I can help you.” She blushed. “I just don’t know what to do to help. I’ve never been with a man before.”

  Corbin tossed his head back and slammed his hands down on the floor. “Off. Mae, off.”

  “No. I can help. Tell me how to help.”

  He closed his eyes tight, keeping his hands off her, his body jerking under her. Her hips seemed to have a mind of their own as they began to swivel on him. His erect shaft rubbed against her mound and pleasure pulsed through her. Corbin reacted to the movement as well, so Mae continued, moving on him, drawing pleasure from the situation as well. She gave in to the need to taste his flesh by bending, kissing his neck first. The salty taste of his sweat coated her tongue, driving her onward as she
licked a line over his collarbone.

  Corbin gasped and went ramrod stiff beneath her. She kept going, licking her way down lower, moving her body down him as she did. Before she knew it, she was settled between his legs, her face at groin level to him. She licked the start of sandy blondish-brown hairs that started above his waistband. His cock twitched under the material of the pants and Mae decided to do something bold. She undid them and then tugged his waistband down, his long, thick cock springing out at her, bobbing there before her face.

  She’d seen many a penis in her life-study classes. None had been erect. And none had been this close. They’d all been circumcised males. Corbin was not.

  Fascinating.

  The artistic side of her took hold and she found herself touching his cock, running her hands up and down it, feeling the velvety smoothness. Fascinated by every vein and ridge, she moved in closer, her vision better at that distance. The urge to taste him hit her hard and she gave in. The second her tongue darted over the top of his thick, long, hot, cock, he roared, and it would have scared her had she not been so captivated by the sight and taste of his dick.

  She eased her mouth over the top of his erection and looked up to find him staring down at her, complete shock and awe on his handsome face. She ran one hand over his hip as she used the other to stroke the base of his cock. The total length of him was too much to take fully into her mouth, so she worked what remained with her hand as she eased her head up and down on him. His dick was so hot she worried he’d burst.

  Mae’s body continued to warm as she sucked on him. Moisture pooled between her legs and she found everything on her body to be hypersensitive. Alice had spoken often of giving head and she never made it sound like something the woman gained much pleasure from. Maybe Mae was doing it wrong, because knowing she was exciting Corbin in turn excited her. She wanted to please him. Wanted to ease his pain.

  She increased her pace, taking him to the back of her throat and fighting her natural gag reflex. He snarled and suddenly his hands were in her hair, drawing her off his cock. Seed erupted from the tip, splashing up and onto his torso. The sight of it turned her on more and she surprised even herself when she wiped a finger through it and brought it to her lips, tasting it. It was bitter and salty, yet she wanted to bend and lick the remainder of it from him.

  Corbin jerked under her and ejaculated more. “M-Mae.”

  She met his gaze. “Do you hurt less?”

  The way his body was still stiff and the expression on his face said he was still in a great deal of pain.

  The sight broke her heart. “Did I do it wrong?”

  “Love, you were brilliant.”

  She eyed him. “But you still hurt.”

  “I’ll be…fine.”

  She didn’t believe him. “Corbin, tell me how to help you.”

  “I won’t take your virginity here, like this. Thank you for what you did for me,” he said, trying to sit up, his body strained, semen on his torso.

  Heat flared through Mae at the sight of his muscles straining and coated in his seed. She ran her gaze down him and was shocked to see his cock was still hard. Alice had told her once a man ejaculated they wouldn’t be ready to have sex again for a while. Corbin seemed very ready.

  “If you could refrain from looking at my cock in such a manner,” he said, the British gentleman side of him poking through somewhat.

  Mae bit her lower lip. “I can’t help it. It’s amazing. I’ve never seen one that was uncut before. And I’ve never seen one this big.”

  His expression hardened. “Whose cock have you seen?”

  “I didn’t catch their names,” she confessed, touching his cock once more.

  He caught her wrist, his hands no longer in partial shifted form. “Their names? As in you’ve seen multiple cocks?”

  She nodded, her focus on his manhood and tasting it again.

  The next she knew, she was under Corbin, his long, hard body riding her, his knee pushing her legs apart. He stared down at her, looking almost animal like. “You said you’re a virgin.”

  “I am,” she whispered, her hand going to his jawline. “But I study art. I have several classes that concentrate on nude forms. Men model for me all the time.”

  His nostrils flared. He took hold of the top of her gown and yanked it down, exposing her breasts to him. Mae gasped as Corbin bent, his mouth moving over a nipple. He cupped her other breast, his hand covering it fully as he sucked sweetly on her. Pleasure radiated throughout her before centering in her groin. She bucked under him, wanting what he was offering and more.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Corbin eased down her, hiking her dress more and more. The scent of her sex spurred him on. Mae opened her legs for him and he couldn’t look away from her pink pussy. Her sweet scent filled his head and Corbin’s eyelids fluttered, his cock hard and wanting to spear the sweet pink paradise before him. He had to taste her. He bent, putting his face close to her mound. It had the smallest strip of hair there, as if guiding him to the point of pleasure.

  Corbin managed to control himself enough to touch her swollen clit tenderly, rubbing it, making her jerk under his expert touch. Mae was so very responsive to his touch that it drove him onward. He gained pleasure by giving to her. With great care, he inserted a finger into her tight, wet entrance, breaking through the barrier there. She cried out, her legs drawing in, his shoulders blocking her from being able to close them all the way.

  Corbin licked her clit and pushed his finger in deeper, the walls of her pussy clenching on him. The slight smell of blood filled him. If she was this tight and only his finger was in her, she’d never be able to take his cock. He licked her swollen bud, adding his thumb to the area. He rubbed lightly and she twitched under him, making his cock do the same.

  Mae moaned and clamped her legs tighter on him. He drew in the scent of her cunt and let it burn into his brain. Everything about her was sheer perfection. He’d never tasted anything so divine.

  He rubbed more and added licks, fucking her with his finger all the while. She stiffened and then cried out, her legs shaking. He nodded, continuing to finger her. “Love, let go. Come for me.”

  And she did.

  She exploded and Corbin kissed her inner thigh, his lion suddenly rising, beating at him, wanting free. He thought himself strong enough to contain it, but as he felt his gums burn, he knew better. His first instinct was to scramble off Mae and put distance between them. That wasn’t what happened. He eased up and over her, his mouth burning with the change. He lined up with her entrance, his gaze finding hers.

  She bucked under him, causing the head of his cock to enter her just a bit. He nearly came then and there. Mae grabbed at his shoulders. “I burn. Please.”

  Unable to deny her, Corbin pushed in more, her pussy so tight around his cock he wasn’t sure he could go any deeper. Mae cried out and thrust up hard against him, driving herself onto his cock more. Corbin went ramrod stiff, afraid to move. If he did, he’d come. He clenched his jaw as she rotated her hips under him, clearly eager for more than he was giving.

  She tugged at his shoulders. “Don’t stop.”

  “Mae,” he managed through a partially shifted mouth.

  “Corbin, please,” she said in a sing-song voice a second before she began to hum. Corbin was powerless to stop himself then.

  Giving in, he rooted there and she wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him there as every muscle in his body strained to hold onto control. He wasn’t sure if he’d shift forms or come.

  Maybe both.

  He didn’t want to do either.

  He wanted to enjoy every second of being in her. Of being one with his mate.

  My mate, he thought as his lion unfurled more, pushing upwards, demanding he do more. It wanted him to mark her. To claim her.

  Fuck.

  He wanted it too.

  He pounded into her, his cock spearing her again and again. She was heaven to him. Molding to fit him with precision.
Corbin’s nails lengthened, his lion winning out more and more. He struggled, pounding into Mae, needing release and soon. She tipped her head to the side at the very moment his lion roared inside him.

  Claim her!

  “Mine,” he managed, though the word was barely recognizable due to his teeth.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “Yours.”

  The smell of her cream drove him over the edge. He buried his cock deep in her, his balls drawing up a second before he began to jet seed into her, filling her completely. He pressed his mouth to her shoulder and bit, her blood coating his tongue at once.

  She clung to him, her nails digging into his upper arms as his cock continued to pulse, spurting seed into her. Mae’s hands found his hair and she held him to her shoulder as her pussy milked his cock.

  “Mine,” she whispered back. The second the word left her, power flared between them. Corbin gulped, releasing her shoulder, his mouth reforming quickly, his cock still nestled in her. For a moment, he thought they’d fused. That their entire bodies had melted into one another. As the reality of what had happened hit him, he froze.

  She looked up at him, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen. Well-sated and thoroughly claimed.

  The burning need to fuck lessened inside of him and he strongly suspected it was because he’d spent his seed in her. That and he’d claimed her, making his beast happy, but causing his stomach to tighten with worry.

  She’d hate him.

  He hated himself.

  He’d done this when he should have been getting her out of the facility, away from harm. Instead, he’d been weak. He closed his eyes and withdrew from her.

  She gazed up at him through tear-filled eyes, making his heart shatter. He’d hurt her.

  “Mae, I’m sorry.”

  Confusion coated her face. “Sorry?”

  “I hurt you. I took you on the floor like an animal when I should have been focused on escaping with you.”