“Oh god,” I whispered. Pass out from pleasure? Bring it. “Okay. I’m ready.”
He studied me, his dark eyes meeting mine. “No, you’re not.”
I frowned. “I am.”
He slowly shook his head. “If you are talking in sentences, then you are not ready.”
He kissed me then, holding my head in place with his palm. Gently, sweetly and almost reverently.
After the wall-banging sex we’d had before, this was… tame. Gentle. This was about so much more than sex. God, his touch was tender. Gentle.
Reverent.
Tears were gathering as my heart swelled painfully in my chest, the rapid beating like a hummingbird’s wings against my ribs. “I love you, Mak.” His entire body went still, as if I’d frozen him in place. Shit. Maybe I should have kept my stupid, needy mouth shut.
He lifted his head, stared down at me in silence.
Yep. Should have kept the weak, emotional, needy female parts of me to myself.
I turned my head away, embarrassed now, but his growl of warning came seconds before his huge hand cupped the side of my face, turning me back to face him.
“No. Do not hide from me.”
I stared up into his eyes, drowning. Lost. He was my everything. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. You don’t have to—“
“Be quiet, female. I know the human word—love. But that is not what I feel for you. That word means nothing, mate. I live and die to please you, to protect you, to ensure your happiness. Your pain is my agony. I am yours, Gwendolyn of Earth. Yours. I give myself to you, pledge myself to you and only you. I will never leave your side.”
The tears slipped free and he bent down, kissing the wetness from my temples, tasting my pain. I couldn’t seem to make them stop, like he’d broken a dam inside me and years of loneliness poured out.
I wrapped my arms around him, pulled him to me. Kissed him for the first time with every single cell in my body loving him, wanting only him. Welcoming him.
His lips were only sweet for a few seconds and then it turned carnal. Oh yeah, lots of tongue and, god, did he taste good.
His lips moved to my jaw, then my neck, his teeth grazing over my pulse, then lower. “Here, mate. I will claim you forever.” He nipped at my skin and my back arched up off the bed, eager. “I will bite you here when I’m buried deep in your pussy, my cum coating you, filling you.”
I whimpered and angled my head. He could do it now and I’d be fine. But no.
His mouth continued a downward path to my breasts, taking one taut nipple into his mouth, suckling, laving and tugging on it. I knew my nipples to be sensitive, but not like this. My hands tangled in his hair as I held him in place. If he kept at it, I might actually come.
Again, no. He moved to the other one, licking and kissing my skin on the way. He only shifted from one breast to the other until I was writhing beneath him and begging for more.
Only then did he kiss his way to my navel, then lower, using his broad shoulders to part my legs and settle between. Large palms cupped the insides of my thighs and spread me wider as he put his mouth on me.
I bowed off the bed at the first touch of his talented tongue to my clit. “Mak!” I cried.
“Sensitive,” he murmured.
“I’m going to come,” I told him. Just one more brush of his tongue and I’d go over. The serum was that good. Before Mak, I’d never been able to come from oral sex alone, but with him—his mouth, tongue, lips—wow.
“Not yet.”
“Not yet?” I asked. Sweat coated my skin and I couldn’t remain still, although his grip on my thighs held me in place. In fact, he curved his palms to cup my butt and I wasn’t going anywhere. Immobile just where he wanted me.
“You’ll come when I sink my cock into you.”
And I wanted him right where he was. Between my thighs, his face hovering just over me. I could feel his warm breath. “In me. Please.”
“You beg so sweetly.”
Frustrated, I used all my strength to flip us over, although all that did was have me straddling his head, his hands still cupping me. This time, his mouth was inches beneath my pussy.
“This way works, too,” he commented, lowering me down so he could suck one lower lip into his mouth, then the other before his tongue stiffened and he circled my weeping entrance. Prodded it with a promise of what was to come. But that mating cock was so, so much bigger.
My head fell back and I felt my hair brush over my back, my skin so sensitive. He was incredibly skilled at bringing me to the brink, but not over.
“Mak… I need. God, now. Hurry. Must—more.”
“There we go. Mindless,” he said when he flipped us over once again. He crawled up my body so he hovered over me again. This time I felt his cock prodding at my entrance, slipping over my dripping folds. I was wet from Mak’s mouth and from my own need. My body was primed, well-lubricated for the big cock it was about to take. Perhaps the serum helped with that, doing something to my body to make me wetter than I’d ever been in my life.
“Will you, Gwendolyn from Earth, become my claimed mate for all eternity?”
Oh. This moment was a big deal. It was hard for the haze of lust to clear enough to think, but I knew what he was asking. There would be no going back after this. Not just the fact that I’d never be able to consider any other cock ever again, but any other male.
No. Mak was mine. The one for me. The only one.
“Yes, Mak. I want to be your claimed mate. Bite me. Fuck me. Do the Forsian lock thing. Now.”
Lifting my hips, the broad head of his cock pressed against my entrance and nudged inside.
Big. Fucking big.
“Oh god.”
He leaned onto one forearm, keeping his weight off of me. His other hand cupped my breast, tugged at the nipple. “Oh,” I gasped.
He slipped in a little further.
“Good girl. You feel so good. Perfect. You were made for me.”
He crooned to me, whispered endearments, encouragement, sexy talk that had him sliding into me, filling me more and more and more until there was no doubt we were one.
I bent my knees and put my feet on the bed at his hips, lifted up and he slid a little deeper.
Mak was breathing hard, sweat dotted his brow. I could tell he was holding back, at least for now until I had taken him all, until I had adjusted to his huge, huge cock.
His hand cupped the back of my knee, pushed it wide and then up, opening me to him even more.
I gasped when he slid in all the way. He bottomed out, that blunt crown nudging my womb. I had no doubt if I weren’t on birth control, I’d be pregnant by morning.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growled. “Oh shit, I can feel myself getting even bigger.”
“The base,” I gasped, feeling it grow, spread even further.
Mak pulled back, but only moved about an inch, but didn’t retreat any further. “That’s it. We’re locked together. Are you all right?”
He stroked my face again in the way I liked as he looked down at me. So intent, concerned.
I rippled around him, still adjusting to being opened up so much. It didn’t hurt, but if he didn’t start to move, I was going to go insane.
“Mak, please,” I whimpered, trying to lift up to make him fuck me.
He slid back in that little bit.
“Yes!” I cried, and grabbed at his lower back.
He fucked me slowly, getting used to being so… together. This wasn’t wild and crazy, but close. Personal. Us.
When he pulled back and slid deep again, I came. My head arched back, my cry filling the room. The pleasure of it went on and on as Mak continued to slide in and out.
“Gwen,” he shouted, lowering his head into the crook of my neck. I heard him groan, “Mine,” just before his teeth—his fangs—penetrated the spot where my neck and shoulder met.
I screamed, the searing hit of the bite was replaced immediately with a different kind of burn from
the serum.
It was like instant pleasure, so intense I came. It wasn’t my clit that was the epicenter of my pleasure, but Mak himself. I felt his pleasure as he felt mine.
“Yes, god yes!” I cried as I let it wash over me.
His hand tightened on my knee as his teeth remained embedded deep in my flesh, just like his cock. I felt the heat of his seed fill me, slip around our joining and escape. There was just no room for all of it. No room for anything, no thought, no sound, no feeling but him. But us.
I had no sense of time, but Mak lifted his head, licked at the wound. It felt sore, tender, but only for a moment. My eyes blinked open and I saw him studying the mark as if I’d been wrong and there was still a chance I might die.
I only felt pleasure, felt Mak deep—so deep—inside me.
“More,” I begged, tugging him back down with my hand cupped behind his head.
“More,” Mak growled, grinning. His fangs were gone. He kissed me and fucked me some more. When he pulled back this time, the mating cock somehow allowed for more movement, more friction and he took advantage.
Grabbing my ankles, he lifted them to his shoulders for a more direct thrust. He took me that way until I came, delirious with pleasure. It never ended, but built higher and higher. I wasn’t sure how he’d flipped me onto my hands and knees with his cock stuck inside me, but he did. Then fucked me some more. He came again, more seed, more pleasure.
It blended together in a sweaty, sticky, loving mess until Mak had me in front of him, like we were two spoons in a drawer as he slowly took me once more. I did pass out then, for I woke up with his hand cupping my breast as he continued to rock his hips. This time it was a slow fuck, gentle and almost like a break. But we were still connected.
“Will the pleasure ever stop?” I whispered, moving into the feel of him.
“Hours, mate. Hours.”
Epilogue
Gwen – On the Falcon (short for Millennium Falcon…)
“You’ll need to put your hair up in cinnamon buns over your ears,” Kristin said.
I laughed and Mak looked at me, confused. I’d told him all about Star Wars when I named our ship, but he got caught up on what the purpose of an Earth movie was before I could get into a lot of detail.
“Mak doesn’t look furry enough to be Chewbacca, but he certainly snarls a lot,” Rachel added. She was bouncing her son on her hip and he was happily chewing on a fistful of Rachel’s long hair, slobbering all over his hand… and her.
Babies. Adorable. But maybe a bit too slobbery for me.
I smiled, looked to Mak and ran my hand down his cheek. “I like it when you snarl.”
We were in our ship’s central area, sharing a vid screen call with our friends on the Colony. Everyone was in the governor’s quarters, getting together so we could all visit.
It had been two weeks since the battle in the caves. Two weeks since all imminent Colony threats from the Hive were over. The Colony was at peace and it showed in the smiles and relaxed looks on all of their faces.
Maxim, his second, Ryston, and Rachel were there. The governor took their baby boy, Max, from his mother and the little boy curled into his father, happy to be in his arms. Maximus Rone was a very happy, chubby, perfect little creature. From what Rachel had said, they didn’t have juniors or thirds or whatever on Prillon, but the Prillon warriors liked the idea of him being named after his primary father. And Rachel had privately confessed to me that she loved Maximus in the movie, Gladiator. Win-win. I couldn’t argue with that. With dark hair like Rachel, gorgeous caramel skin and a fierce, stubborn temper like his second father, it seemed the baby had inherited something from each of them. No doubt he’d be big and fierce like all three of his parents.
Mak smiled. “Me, too.”
“You’re sure you want to roam the universe with Mak? I mean, just the two of you, alone on a spaceship…” Kristin said. Their little girl, Tia, was resting on her shoulder, Kristin patting her little upturned butt. With her pixie haircut and bright blonde hair, she and her daughter looked nearly identical. Except little Tia’s eyes, when she looked at me, were a rich, golden amber. Just like Hunt’s.
Kristin glanced up over her shoulder at her mates, Tyran and Hunt, who stood behind her chair. “You should come home to the Colony and start making babies. We shouldn’t have to suffer alone on this planet. We need all the estrogen we can get around here.”
Out of the vid screen’s view, Mak squeezed my hand. We didn’t know if I could get pregnant with his child. It hadn’t happened, no doubt partly due to the birth control shot I had requested the moment I’d arrived on the Colony. And it had only been a few weeks since I’d called Mak’s name in the fighting pit. Not very long at all, yet so much had happened.
I wasn’t ready to be a mother. Wasn’t sure I would ever be ready. And Mak? He was okay with that, content to enjoy his time with me. Practicing.
For now, I was really, really enjoying all the practice. Several times a day. Yes, my mate was very lusty. And I didn’t mind his huge cock either.
“Just think, mates,” Kristin continued. “If we had a spaceship all to ourselves, I’d be pregnant again, already.”
Tyran arched one brow, crossed his arms over his chest. “Mate, we do not need a spaceship to get you pregnant. We just need you alone.” He continued to stare at her and I could tell they were doing some kind of mental talking through their collars.
“Oh boy,” Rachel said, laughing as she walked over to Kristin. “Here. I’ll take Tia.”
As soon as Rachel had the baby, Tyran leaned down and scooped up Kristin, tossed her over his shoulder. “Say goodbye to your friends,” he said, turning toward the doorway I could see in the background.
“Bye, Gwen. Talk again soon!” Kristin yelled through laughter. I had no idea what kind of naughtiness she’d been sending her mates, but neither of them looked back as they carried her out of the room. The door slid closed behind them and all was quiet for a moment.
I was smiling now. “I’m guessing she totally deserved that. “
The door slid open and Rezzer and Caroline stepped inside, each carrying one of their newborn twins.
“Oh my god, CJ! You should be in bed, woman!” Rachel chastised her, but CJ rolled her eyes.
“And miss my chance to say thank you? No way.” She turned to me, her infant in her arms, and wiped a tear from her eye. “Thank you, Gwen. Mak. I can’t even tell you what it means to us that he’s dead and gone.” I knew who she was talking about. We all did. Nexus 4. I hadn’t stayed around to make sure the Atlans in the cave finished him off. Didn’t need to add more gory memories to the stockpile in my mind. But I was glad he was dead. Very, very glad.
“I tore him into pieces and burned him to ash, mate. He will never harm you or our children again.” Rezzer’s face contorted, his eyes glowing with a partial change into his beast. But he controlled his emotions quickly, as the infant wrapped in a fluffy white blanket reached for his face. Tiny fingers grabbed at his jaw and Rezzer transformed from angry warrior to smitten daddy in the blink of an eye. I had no idea if he held his daughter, CJ—for Caroline Junior—or RJ—for Rezzer Junior, but it didn’t matter. The twins were safe and warm and surrounded by people who not only loved them, but would die to protect them.
Rachel kissed baby Tia, who was reaching for baby Max. Babies loved other babies. Who knew? It struck me as odd and endearing. When little golden-headed Tia leaned over, open-mouthed, to ‘kiss’ Max on his head, my heart skipped a beat and I finally understood the reality of being a warrior, knew I’d never stop. Not until every last Nexus unit was dead. Every Hive Soldier either freed or put out of his misery. For that kiss. Those smiles. The innocence in those bright little eyes.
Mak pulled me into his side and wrapped an arm around me as if he could feel my emotional turmoil. The protective instincts surging through me weren’t bad… but they were strong. Unexpectedly so. I was stronger, faster, more deadly than anyone on the planet. I could
get close to the Nexus units. I knew now that I’d need Mak’s help finishing them off, but he seemed more than happy to have my back.
And I had people I loved now. People who mattered to me. A family on the Colony that needed me and my mate to protect them. Fight for them. So I would. I’d fight to my dying breath to protect what I saw in that room. What I knew existed on countless homes on hundreds of worlds.
I leaned into Mak, my entire body overflowing with love and trust and gratitude that he was mine.
“Mak, I’m sure you’ll be pleased to hear the final report.” Maximus was back in governor mode, which seemed oddly out of place with a small baby in his arms.
Mak grunted a vague reply at the governor’s words.
“Krael’s dead. None of us would have let him off this planet alive. We—Ryston, Tyran, Hunt, Marz, Vance and the other Prillons—all agreed we wouldn’t give him an opportunity to escape. Justice has been served with him.”
I watched as the remainder of the men in the room nodded.
“The mineral extraction plan has been terminated. New protocols have been put in place to protect future resources. The schematics and details on that ship outlined their plan. It should be easy for our warriors here on the Colony to eliminate any further threat to the Coalition. At least for now.”
“You are at peace,” Mak said. “Good.”
The governor nodded, then glanced down at his baby. “We are.”
He looked straight at the vid screen, at us. “You two are welcome here, any time. You are family.”
Having the governor say that meant a lot. I hadn’t been the easiest resident and neither had Mak. “That’s kind of you and we will keep that in mind,” I said.
“But you’ll roam the universe in your stolen Hive ship and hunt for the other Nexus units.”
“That’s off the record, Maxim. We’ll keep in touch,” I said.
“Promise?” Rachel asked.
“I promise.”
She nodded.
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