Squatting down beside the tub, I reveled in bathing him, washing him and being able to touch every inch of smooth skin. He did not say a word, did not guide me or refuse me, allowing me to learn his body as I wanted. He was as much my mate as I was his.
“I am not sure how much longer I can wait, Cassie,” he whispered. I lifted my gaze from his body to meet his eyes. While they were so icy blue, I saw heat there. “I want you now. I want to carry you to my bed, throw you down and fuck you until you scream my name.”
“All right,” I replied. His words caused carnal images of us coupling to play in my mind and my breasts felt heavy, my skin too hot. I couldn’t breathe.
He stood then, abruptly and swiftly, water sluicing off his body. He stepped from the tub and grabbed the towel from me, leaving me naked and wanton as he dried himself with swift motions, all the while looking at me. Finished, he dropped the towel on the floor, bent at the waist and tossed me over his shoulder.
“Maddox!” I cried as my world flipped over and I had a wonderful view of his well-formed bottom. I put my hands on his waist for balance, although I knew he would never drop me. I felt cool air on my bare skin as he carried me through the ship.
He was not gentle as he dropped me onto a bed. I bounced once and hissed at the pain as the bruises caused by the long day’s ride took their toll.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, looking me over, the intensity of his gaze unsettling. I was surprised he’d noticed my slight discomfort. I did not intend to allow it to stop me from taking his hard length deep inside me.
“It’s nothing.”
His eyes narrowed and he placed his hands on his hips, towering over me. “Do not lie to me, mate. I warned you what would happen.”
“I’m… I’m sore from the ride.”
He grinned then, white teeth bright against the dark scruff of his new beard. He twirled his finger in a circle in front of me. “Over on your belly.”
With a look over my shoulder, I turned onto my stomach. Going to the wall, he pulled something from a hidden drawer. I recognized it immediately. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me onto his lap, my stomach across his thighs.
I squeaked a protest until he waved the ReGen wand over my bottom and upper thighs. I was amazed as my body felt first heat, then immediate relief. His palm followed the path of the wand, gently stroking, teasing, but I could feel the heat of his mark with every pass and it taunted me to move, to seek his touch even as the healing wand made me feel content to remain still.
Sighing, I relaxed my tense muscles and my legs fell open. Maddox sucked in a breath as he leaned over to lay the wand on the floor, his hand continuing to stroke over my skin.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, his fingers slipping between my thighs, touching me there. “So wet for me.”
I murmured my agreement as I wiggled my bottom, eager for more than just his fingertips brushing over my outer lips.
“So eager, too. First though, you need your punishment.”
Opening my eyes, I looked over my shoulder once again, saw his thick chest and shoulders, the intense look of pleasure on his face as he watched the actions of his hand between my thighs. His fingers probed my wet pussy, in and out in slow, unhurried movements that made me squirm.
With a sigh he stopped the intimate caress and laid his palm flat across my bottom. The other hand he placed on my lower back. “I warned you at the creek, Cassie. You’re mine now and you will not lie to me or disobey me when your life is in danger.”
“I didn’t—”
“You did. You tried to hide your pain from me. You lied when I asked you what was wrong.”
I didn’t understand the problem. “It’s not important. I’ve been saddle sore before. It will pass.”
He stared deeply into my eyes and spoke slowly, as if to emphasize his deeply held conviction on the subject. I felt like I was a child at school and he was the master. “Your pain is never unimportant. Not to me. You are the only thing that matters to me now, Cassie. I will take care of you. I will protect you. I will never leave you. But you must not lie to me. I warned you, and now it is time for you to learn there are consequences for your actions.”
“What are you—”
Smack!
“Maddox!” I yelled at him as his hand landed on my bare bottom yet again. I shoved at the bed with my arms but he was too big, too strong and I could not escape. Over and over, the sharp sting of his palm on my bottom became a steady heat that built and spread through my ass, my pussy, up to my breasts.
“You just used that wand to make me feel better and now you’re making it sore again!”
“Yes, you’re correct,” he replied. “But a spanking I will soothe not with the ReGen wand, but a good fucking instead.”
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
I closed my eyes as he continued, shocked to discover I ached for the next strike of his palm, the next sharp bite of pain to spread through my body. I’d been hurting all day, mentally exhausted by everything that had occurred. In that moment, all the world’s terrors faded away, replaced by a buzzing tingle in my skin, the heat of his thighs and rough touch of his coarse leg hair beneath my breasts. My tears fell but I did not experience the agony that fueled them; it was as if my heart cried independent of my head. I didn’t have to think, I simply had to feel.
Pain flowed through me and I embraced the break from logic and worry.
When he finished, he stroked my back and thighs, soothing me with his gentle touch until my tears dried. With the tears gone and my mind blank, there was nothing left of me but the heat of his hands, the wet heat between my thighs demanding to be filled. I was no longer a thinking being, but a basic creature who had no thought beyond touch, taste, sound.
Desire.
Hooking his hand about my waist, he lifted me before him, stood and turned to place me so that I faced away from him on my hands and knees. He tangled his fist in my hair and shoved my head down so that I rested on my forearms, my ass up in the air like an offering. The fingers teased my wet core and I sucked in a sharp breath.
“You like when I punish you.”
I shook my head, my hair shifting over the bed. “No.”
He gave me a gentle swat and my inner walls clenched down on his fingers. “Lying again,” he tsked, then softened his words. “Should I spank you some more? I know you'll like it.”
“Maddox. Please.”
He slipped his fingers free and I felt his cock at my eager entrance.
“The punishment is over,” he murmured. “As I said, I’m going to fuck you now and make it all better. Claim you. When we return to Everis, I will wrap your body in gold. Your neck, wrists and ankles will be adorned and I will use the metal to restrain you, Cassie. To hold you still as I fuck you over and over, as I fill you with my seed.”
The idea his words conjured made me moan. “Yes.”
“Put your hands above your head and hold them there. Do not move.”
I obeyed without thinking, desperate to please him, anything to convince him to thrust forward with his hips and fill me with his huge cock, make me his forever.
“First, your pussy must be prepared.”
As he cupped my pussy with his hand, I groaned. “I’m ready.”
He smiled then, shook his head. “Not yet.”
Chapter 12
Cassie
* * *
Not yet?
Two fingers slipped into me from behind, stretching me and filling me deep. I groaned again; this time it was his name that escaped.
“So wet and tight. You know how well my cock will fit, don’t you? Do you want me to fill you up? Do you want my cock here?” He thrust aggressively with his fingers, stretching me wider as his other hand pulled on my bottom. “Or my tongue?”
Oh, God.
His hand landed with a sharp sting on my ass when I did not immediately answer.
“Both.”
Images of both flooded m
y mind and I felt his fingers glide inside my wet core with ease as my arousal coated his fingers. I shifted my hips, moving them so his fingers could go deeper, mimicking how it would be if he worked his thick cock into me instead. His hand came down on my bottom, a light spank as his fingers worked the walls of my pussy from the inside. He struck an especially sensitive spot and I gasped in shock, my hips shifting forward, away from him, away from the intensity of that carnal touch.
His large hand wrapped around my hip and pulled me backward onto his fingers, hard.
“Now, now, Cassie. You have to choose. Cock or tongue.”
Fighting for air, I wiggled my hips to try to force him to move his fingers once more, but he struck my bare bottom again and I jolted at the sharp sting. I was tired of fighting my body, tired of denying what I wanted. I had done that my entire life, never asking for what I needed, never expecting to get it.
But Maddox? My instincts screamed at me. Maddox was mine. He would give me everything.
“Tongue first. Cock later,” I breathed.
“Greedy, are we?” He laughed and stroked my bottom as he pulled his fingers nearly all the way out of my body.
“Do you want to come now, Cassie? Do you want to come as I suck on your clit?”
“Yes.” His dirty talk was driving me wild. Every torturous word went straight to my head and I imagined him doing what he said to me, pictured it in my mind with perfect clarity.
Leaning over me, I felt his heat, the soft hairs on his chest as he kissed his way down my spine, his fingers inside me beginning to move once again. When he reached my bottom, he nipped at the tender flesh and I gasped.
“I like my handprint here. Pink and bright against such creamy skin. I can smell your need, Cassie. Now it’s time to taste it.”
Pulling his fingers free, he put both hands on my bottom, his thumbs parting my swollen flesh. I could feel my sticky arousal smearing onto my skin as he lowered his head and put his mouth directly on my clit. He wasn’t gentle, he wasn’t tender, but voracious and almost desperate to lick up every bit of my need, to flick my tender bundle of nerves and bring me right to the brink of coming. But I was empty, my aching core tightened down on nothing and I cried out with need.
“Maddox, please.”
“Please, what?” he breathed against my heated flesh.
“I changed my mind. I need you inside me.”
My skin was coated in a sheen of sweat, my fingers gripping the soft blanket where I held them over my head, as he’d commanded. My hair was wild and spread across the bed.
“Say it.”
“Say what?” I gasped as the tip of his tongue circled my clit.
“Do you want my cock in your pussy?”
I nodded my head.
“Say it.”
“I… I need your cock.”
“Where?”
I licked my dry lips.
“In my pussy.”
“Good girl.” One hand lifted off my hip and spanked me again.
“Maddox!” I cried as my empty pussy ached to the point of pain.
His tongue lapped up my juices. “You like that, don’t you?”
I couldn’t deny it, for I did like the fire and heat of his firm hand on my bottom when he spanked me. “Yes!”
He stood once more and used one hand to place his cock exactly where I needed it. I tried to shift backward, to impale myself on his hard length, but he held me with a firm hand on my hip. “This is forever, Cassie. I will never let you go. Not after this.”
“Fuck me.” I was beyond complex sentences, on the edge of losing control.
With one smooth forward shift of his hips, he pierced me. He moved then, rough and fast, his cock stroking over that ultra-sensitive spot inside me until I screamed, my release burning through me like a wildfire, totally out of control and spreading to every inch of my skin, every muscle locked in ecstasy for long seconds as my pussy pulsed around his cock.
Before I could recover, he leaned over my back, covering me completely, the position pushing his cock deep. With his huge body over me I felt completely dominated and at his mercy, and so damn hot for him that the pressure of his chest against the skin of my back nearly made me come again.
“I’m going to claim you now. Our marks touching as I fill you with my seed. You’re mine, Cassie. Mine.”
I didn’t argue.
With his amazing strength, he easily rolled me onto my back and pushed my knees wide as he crawled between them. His hair fell forward as he looked down at me. “Mine.”
The word sent shivers over my skin and I lifted my arms to reach for him, to pull him close for a kiss.
Immediately he grabbed my wrists and returned my hands to their prior place, stretched above my head. “I told you not to move, mate.”
He covered me with his weight, pressing me to the soft mattress and I melted beneath him, knowing that it was too late for me to resist. I was his to command, completely under his control, and the thought made me close my eyes in an attempt to hide how much I wanted him, just like this. Bossy, dominant, impossible to resist.
I did not answer, simply lifted my head from the bed to steal a kiss. I didn’t resist him. Why should I? I wanted him as much as he wanted me. I tasted my need in the kiss, sweet and tangy. Felt his own as his cock pressed hard against my inner thigh.
Taking my hands in his where he held them above my head, he held them in place as our fingers intertwined. Our marks touched, rubbed together and I arched off the bed, desperate to have him inside me.
“Are you mine, Cassie?”
I nodded, licking my lips again. “Yes.”
“Will you accept my claim as your marked mate? Will you be mine all the days of your life?”
This was like wedding vows. I realized then, with Maddox naked above me, that this was our moment to pledge ourselves to each other. No minister was needed. No witnesses. I felt the truth of his words, the seriousness of his question through our marks. I wanted him. Needed him. It was insane, but true.
“Yes.”
He smiled then, brilliantly, lowered his head to kiss me as if he couldn’t help himself. His tongue tangled with mine and I whimpered for more. He shifted his hips so his cock nestled at my entrance. The flared head spread open my pussy lips until he was coated in my arousal.
“I’m yours, Cassie. I accept your claim as your marked mate. I will be yours all the days of my life.”
His smile fell away, his pale gaze serious, his words crucial. Weighty.
“Maddox,” I whispered, angling my hips up to have his cock slip into me an inch. “Stop talking.”
He groaned then, closed his eyes. “Mine. You’re mine.”
I slowly shook my head. “No. You’re mine.”
I shifted my hips once more; wrapping my legs around his waist, I lifted my body and took him inside me with one firm thrust of my hips. While Maddox had waited for me to accept his claim, to agree to our union, I wanted to make sure he understood how badly I wanted him for my own. I wanted to be the aggressor, if only for a moment, for I doubted Maddox would ever let me be in charge in the bedroom and the thought made me moan with need. I wanted him like this, hard and dominant on top of me, my hands trapped above my head as he fucked me.
He moved then, slowly sliding in and out of me, watching my every reaction. He was big, so big and I felt so very stretched. It had been several years and Maddox’s cock was so much larger than Charles’s. He also knew how to wield it, for with every deep plunge, he made sure to press his abdomen to my clit, rubbing the sensitive spot until I saw stars. Our marks touched, the sensation shot through me, stronger than a shot of whiskey and the heat in my clit and belly spread until every inch of my skin felt flushed and overheated. He filled me and nibbled on my neck, my ear, telling me how beautiful I was, how hot and wet and tight my pussy felt around his cock, bringing me to the brink of climax.
With my legs still wrapped about his waist, my heels digging into his bottom, I pushed him into me
deeper, ever deeper. I felt as if he were a part of me, with no separation between us.
Maddox’s breathing became ragged, his motions shifting from a consistent rhythm to wild abandon.
His fingers tensed in mine, our palms slick with sweat and my mark pulsing in time to my heartbeat. Or was it Maddox’s?
“Maddox, I’m—”
“Yes. Come for me, Cassie. Come all over my cock.”
I couldn’t hold back, couldn’t resist the sound of his frantic breathing, the growl of his words, the swelling of his cock. He was holding nothing back and neither could I.
I came then, my release hot and wild and so intense I forgot to breathe as colors flickered behind my closed eyelids. My pussy milked Maddox’s cock, eager for his seed. He didn’t deny me, for he stiffened above me, his cock thrusting deep and then pulsing, filling me with his essence.
Our palms still touched, I felt the connection between mates flowing between us. My pleasure wasn’t just from the bliss of an orgasm. It wasn’t the feel of Maddox’s release deep inside me.
I felt whole. Complete. I felt like I was in the one place in the world I had been born to be. Maddox felt like home. And although I knew the mark played a part in my feelings, I also knew that I didn’t care what caused this rush of emotion. Maddox was mine, and I would never give him up.
The claiming had brought us together, united us just as powerfully as his life-giving seed that filled me. I’d never been blessed with a child from my union with Charles, but I knew now why my marriage had not worked. My body was created for Maddox. My pleasure was his. My womb was for Maddox’s seed and no one else’s. I hadn’t understood the mark when Maddox had tried to explain it to me, but I did now. I understood why he’d said he would never leave me behind. I felt as if my body had been waiting for him, and so had I.
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