“We are not done,” I agreed.
With the back of my free hand, I wiped my mouth, then licked my lips. “I am marked. Your turn.”
With her new quick reflexes, my cock was in her fist and she was pumping me before I blinked. My hips jerked involuntarily at the tight squeeze, the smooth slide. A groan ripped from my throat and I slapped my hand against the wall. Fuck. Fuck! It felt so good. So fucking good I gave myself over to it, to her. For just a few seconds, then I opened my eyes, looked at her.
Saw her looking down at my cock, at the way her hand was working me. With precision, ruthlessness. Intensity.
No. Shit. Fuck! “No,” I snarled, and pulled my hips back, tugging my cock from her hold.
Her eyes flicked up to mine.
“What?” She licked her lips. “I know you’re close, you swelled in my hand.”
Any male would fucking swell in her hand if stroked with such talent.
“Holy crap, are you always this big?” she asked, her eyes were on my cock again. I glanced down between us, saw that it was bigger than it had ever been. Yeah, the mating instinct was making me grow and there was no way it would fit back in my pants.
“With you. Always,” I replied. It was true. Until the true claiming was complete, my mate would know the pleasure of riding a Forsian cock. And when true claiming occurred, wouldn’t be free from it until the biological need to fuck, to mate, to breed, was done. And that would take hours and an obscene amount of cum filling her pussy.
“You can get me off… this time,” I added when she opened her mouth to speak. “Get my scent on you. Fuck, it will be hot to watch you smear it all over your body, to know that you’re mine.”
“I’m not—”
I pinned her with a dark stare.
“You’re mine. As soon as you called out my name you became mine. Ask the governor. Ask anyone on the planet. Even the other females from Earth. You are mine, but I will honor your wishes. Our agreement. I will not bite you, force you into a mating you do not desire, but I will fuck you before this day is through. Hells, before this hour is through. I promise you, I will be hard and ready for you, over you and settled between those firm thighs. Sinking deep. Always hard.”
Her gaze dropped to my cock and I felt a spurt of cum seep from the tip. I wasn’t lying. The first stages of the mating cock had begun as soon as she called my name. It wouldn’t go down all the way now until I claimed her. Perhaps if I thought of Hive torture it might diminish, but definitely not when she was in my presence. When I could smell her female scent. Her need. And once she was marked, when our scents were mingled… fuck. I just got harder.
“This first time can be with your hand, right here against the wall. But know this, Gwen, I will be balls deep in you soon enough.”
Heat flared in her dark eyes and her gaze dropped to my cock. Leaning forward, she flicked her tongue over the tip. “You’re giving me control?”
Was I? Would I stand still and allow her to work me to completion? If it felt like what she’d been doing, fuck yes. But after… when I got her beneath me? She’d know my dominance. “For now.”
She shook her head.
“No?” I asked.
“If I get to be in control, then I don’t want it this way.”
I arched a brow, watched as the corner of her mouth turned up with a hint of challenge.
“Oh?”
Her hands pushed on my shoulders and I was launched backward and onto the bed. I bounced, but the bed frame collapsed beneath me, the mattress dropping a foot to the floor with a loud thump.
Naked and very pleased with herself, she stalked toward me. Nude and glorious. “If I’m in control, I’m taking that massive cock for a ride.”
Fuck, yes.
“Grip the headboard.”
I tilted my head down, gave her a stern look, but I completely forgot I didn’t like being bossed around when she put one knee on the mattress and crawled toward me.
Naked.
Her small breasts were perfect swells beneath her, dark pink, hard-tipped nipples pointing toward the bed, her hair long down over her shoulders. Wide hips swayed with each foot she moved closer. A predator and I was her fucking prey.
Fuck yes. This worked for me.
Glancing up, I reached for the headboard, knew it would be in pieces before we were done. My fingers curled around the metal slats, gripped.
She worked her way up my body until she straddled me, her knees on either side of my hips. I was big, so big that she was spread wide, her pussy resting directly on my stomach. My cock brushed up along the seam of her ass and while I held on with a fucking death grip, my hips involuntarily bucked, spreading my pre-cum along that gorgeous ass, as if it knew it would soon get in there too, not just her pussy.
Her desire smeared all over my belly and I knew, while I was huge, her passage was well prepared for me.
“I can’t believe I have you at my mercy,” she whispered, studying me.
“Is that still what you think?” I countered.
Cocking her head to the side, she studied me. I watched the fall of her dark hair over her shoulder. “I think you’re giving me control.” She paused. “That as soon as I’ve had my turn, you’ll have yours.”
“I told you that you are mine. I will prove it before we leave this room.”
“Don’t you mean this bed?” she asked.
I lifted my hips, stroked my cock along her ass again. “You have a better imagination than that, I’m sure. We will not limit our fucking to a bed. I will give you what you need anytime. Any place.”
She squirmed on top of me. “And what do you need?”
“Do you wish to talk while you have me pinned to the bed or do you wish to fuck?”
Her eyes widened, then narrowed just before she pushed up onto her knees, hovering over me. Sliding back so the broad crown of my cock was at her slick entrance, she met my gaze, held it as she slowly worked her way down onto me.
She gasped as my hard length began to stretch her open, as the head breached her. Lifting back up, she eased off, then pressed down. An inch, then retreated. Lower, but another inch, then back. She fucked herself slowly onto me.
“Jesus, Mak,” she gasped, circling her hips, taking more and then more of me. “Do you ever end?”
It took a while for her to sit fully on my lap, to have my massive cock deep inside her. By then, my teeth were gritted, my molars dust. The metal of the headboard was bent from my grip and my control was close to snapping. I’d give her this. But only if she started to fucking move. My balls burned to fill her. My fangs ached to descend.
Every fiber of my being wanted her to move, to fuck herself on me. And when she did just that, placing her palms on my chest and lifting and lowering herself, I groaned. She was a sight to behold. The way she bit her lip and closed her eyes, giving over to the pleasure of me being inside her. Her breasts, while small, swayed slightly with her motions. Her waist was narrow, her hips wide. Her ass, fuck, I wanted to grip it in my hands and hang on. And the Hive integrations, the silvery hints of her new strength, only reminded me of how I could reduce her—once again—to the female within.
“I-I can’t come like this. I need more.”
I saw the frustration on her face mixed with her arousal.
“Touch yourself. That’s it. Yes. Put those fingers on that hard, little gem and rub it. Show me what feels good. Ride my cock and get yourself off. I promise that when you do, your pussy’s going to milk the cum right from my balls.
Maybe it was my dark words. Maybe it was the knowledge that I was right there with her, but she moved one hand down between us and she began to play. To circle and press as she began to fuck me faster, harder.
The combination had her inner walls clenching, squeezing me. The sound of her arousal was all I could hear over her ragged breathing.
“Mak!” she cried, coming all over me.
I did come then, her pussy milking the cum from me, just as I’d said. I couldn�
�t hold it back. There was no chance. The pleasure was intense, the feel of her wet heat too much. She was just too perfect.
The slats of the headboard ripped away, and I had her flipped onto her back, my cock still deep inside her as we continued to come. I didn’t let up, but fucked her hard, pushing us both into another orgasm.
Hells, I wasn’t done. It wasn’t the mating cock keeping me deep. It was this need, this obsession with Gwen. I needed it. I needed her.
“More,” I growled, echoing her earlier words.
When her eyes flickered open, she smiled. Her hands slid down my sides and to my ass, pulled me closer—if that were possible.
“More,” she repeated.
There would be no question, when we went to our mission meetings in the morning, that Gwen was marked and taken. Claiming her with my bite wasn’t necessary.
When she clawed at my back, her body shuddering as another orgasm ripped through her, her pussy pulsing and rippling around my cock like a hot fist, the Hyperion beast awoke. I couldn’t stop my fangs from descending, the urge to bite her so strong I buried them in the mattress as I pumped my seed into her yet again.
I wasn’t sane in that moment. I knew it. But the beast within didn’t care about rules or promises or honor. He simply wanted.
Gwen was mine. To fuck. To protect. To touch and pet and spoil. No one would fucking look at her if they wanted to keep breathing.
“Mak.” Gwen’s cry was sweet torment as she raised her hips beneath me, ankles locked behind my back, her incredible strength lifting us both up off the bed, driving my cock deep, demanding more.
I gave it to her. I gave her everything I could.
And the beast howled in pain. Denied his final claim. And with our agreement, denied anything more than right now. For this night would be it.
Chapter 7
Gwen, Mission Briefing Room, Base 3
Governor Rone sat in one of the large chairs that circled the round table and crossed his arms. He looked entirely too pleased with himself. Smug, even, for getting me mated. And to him that meant subdued. Under control.
Jerk.
But I couldn’t exactly be mad at him either, not after the night I had. Mak sat next to me, his scent lingering on my skin, my pussy hot and aching and very, very hungry for more. I was a little subdued. Who wouldn’t be after a wild night like ours?
Mak was an incredible lover. God, I’d lost track of the number of orgasms that he’d wrung from my body. And he hadn’t freaked when I’d used my cyborg strength on him. At one point last night, I’d pressed him against the wall and taken him into my mouth until he came all over me, although I realized he wouldn’t have put up any kind of fight. Not by the way he’d groaned and gripped my head in place until the last second when he pulled out and covered me. That man had so much cum in him, it was like he’d stored it up. We’d been in the bathing tube and I’d rubbed his essence all over my skin just to watch his eyes burn into me like they were doing now.
When the water washed it away he’d growled, fangs bared, lifted me from my knees and shoved my back against the wall, fucking me standing as the water cascaded down over both of us.
It had been erotic. The sexiest thing that ever happened to me. So far.
I wanted more. But I wasn’t going to get it, and my pussy wasn’t too excited about that. It hadn’t ever been an issue before, but now being horny occupied my mind. Which was bad.
Mak’s arm rested along the back of my chair. I should have protested, but since I was literally counting down the minutes until we’d leave on our mission and he’d leave me, I leaned into him instead, soaking up what I could get. I wasn’t in love with him by any means, my heart not aching for him to stay. But my pussy? She was head-over-heels in lust and wanted more.
Tough sweetheart. You’re not getting it. Get over it.
“The moon’s atmosphere is highly toxic. Visibility is near zero, the air filled with a white acidic fog. You’ll need to wear full space gear and be prepared for anything.” The governor pointed to a small spot marked on the map of the moon we’d be targeting. A Hive transmission had been caught bouncing off the moon to the surface of the Colony. Which meant the Hive had some kind of base, ship or communications center just over our heads.
The thought made my skin crawl because that meant they were focused on the planet. And if they were focused on the planet, that meant they might come here. Invade. Capture us. Again.
Captain Marz was the leader on this mission, and it was all I could do to look him in the eye after the whole pit fighting fuck-up the day before. But I did. In fact, I glared, not quite ready to forgive him yet. But I listened when he spoke because he wasn’t rehashing it all, and so I wasn’t going to either. And I’d follow him on a mission because, well, I wanted to go on a fucking mission, but also because I respected him as a fighter. I wouldn’t let stupid alien mating rituals get in the way of our jobs.
“We’ll be taking two ships, overlapping our scans. If one of us takes a hit or engages in battle, the other must take out the Hive communications before anything else. That is the first priority. Take down the fucking Hive comm.”
“Understood.” I couldn’t wait to get up there and kick some Hive ass. I hoped Captain Marz and his Prillon friend, Vance, found the communications gear because I wanted to get down and dirty with some Hive assholes. Crush them. Maybe rip off an arm or two.
I should have been worn out from staying up half the night fucking, instead, I was energized.
“I will go with Lieutenant Fernandez.” The Trion warrior seated next to the governor who spoke was not one I knew. But I didn’t care. He was irrelevant. Mak and I had a plan, an agreement. He’d given me what I wanted, his scent all over me and more orgasms than I could count. Plus, I was here for the mission briefing, ready to go out and kick some Hive ass.
And true to their word, every male on the Colony I’d come across since we left Mak’s quarters now treated me like I was no more or less interesting than any other member of the contaminated. They were honoring Mak’s claim. I refused to think about how they could somehow, in their space alien way, scent his cum all over me—even though I’d washed it off.
As for our agreement? I’d keep to it, which meant it was time for me to pay up. I looked up at Mak, nodded for him to go ahead, that I was still in this with him.
A deal was a deal, no matter how much it sucked balls and made my hungry body want to weep. One night was not enough, and I had a feeling I was ruined for all other guys—not that they’d get near me now that I had Mak’s scent all over me.
“I will accompany my mate,” Mak said, giving the Trion fighter the Vulcan death stare. “I will keep her safe. I do not trust these weaklings to ensure her safety.” Mak made the declaration with a cold, quiet voice that spoke more loudly than a shout would have.
The Trion looked to Governor Rone for guidance and kept his mouth shut, but I could see he was angry in every line in his body.
The governor leaned forward, his elbows on the table, hands clasped as he tilted his head, staring at both of us like a curious bloodhound sniffing out a lie. “I can scent your mating from here. Of that I have no doubt.”
“Then what’s the problem?” I asked, and I refused to think about the blush creeping into my cheeks at him sniffing out all the sex Mak and I’d had. “You said choose a mate. I chose Mak. Now you can deal with the consequences. If he is adamant about going with me, I will not sway him otherwise. You all wanted me to understand your customs, the way you’re all so darn bossy, to go along with them.” I shrugged. “I am. If he wants to go, then who am I to stop him?”
“You aren’t,” the governor said. “I’m the one to stop him.”
The Prillon shook his head after the governor finished. “It’s too soon for you to leave the planet, Makarios.”
Mak rose to his full height and I sat back and grinned. God, he was magnificent. Truly.
“I don’t give a shit what you think about me. Things ha
ve changed. She is mine!” His voice was a roar now, fangs fully extended as Mak pointed at me. Like there was any doubt who he was talking about. Two more guards rushed into the room at the outburst, but the governor raised his hand and they held back, waiting to see how this mess played out.
I was interested in seeing that myself. What I’d thought of as alien posturing before, I saw now as hot as fuck. At least with Mak all growly and alpha. I wanted to drag him out of the room and have my way with him.
“Calm down.”
“She is mine,” Mak repeated. “Mine! She does not go into battle without me. She is mine to protect. Mine.” He was going full beast, or whatever alien version of it he possessed. I knew his fangs were down. Knew, from seeing him fight back the instinct to bite me last night that his eyes were probably glowing, that his muscles swelled, his fangs dripping with venom.
Leaning back, I put my feet up on the table, crossed my ankles and literally twiddled my thumbs. I wanted to laugh at the horrified expression on the governor’s face. He soooo deserved this little Hyperion display of rage. I knew Mak was acting, but they didn’t. All they knew was they could smell us on each other.
Such simple-minded males. As if that was the end of the discussion.
“Mak—” the governor began, but Mak was having none of it.
He leaned forward, put his hands on the table and glared at everyone around it. “I will kill anyone who tries to stop me. It is my right to protect her. I have no doubt if she’d chosen Marz or Tane they’d feel the same. And with Tane, you’d be dealing with an Atlan beast right now. Be thankful I’m only Hyperion and Forsian. She. Is. Mine.”
The governor sat back in his chair and ran a hand through his dark hair. I almost felt sorry for the guy. Almost.
“By the gods, I thought the Atlans were bad.” The words were mumbled, then he sighed, motioning Mak to sit back down. “Fine. Marz and Vance will take the first section. You two will cover the second,” he said, referring to me and Mak. “We don’t know what we’ll find, so this is recon only. If you have an open shot at destroying their comms, take it. Otherwise, note the location and return here so we can plan a full strike op. Got it? We’re only going to get one chance at destroying it or the Hive will know we’re on to them—and I don’t want you to fuck it up.”
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