Maid for the Beast

by Grace Goodwin

  He went over to my couch and sat down, the old frame groaning slightly in protest, and continued to stroke the cat. God, he looked… cute with the little beastie in his arms. I didn’t dare say that to him.

  I stared, a little besotted by the giant beast and my fluffy white kitty. Every time I thought one way about him, he changed my opinion. He was possessive and bossy and yet gentle and sweet.

  He looked up at me. “Stop looking at me that way.”

  I blinked, then frowned. “What way?”

  He pointed and circled a finger. “That way. Like you want to lick me or jump me or…”

  The grin was impossible to restrain. “I’m jealous of my cat.”

  A pale brow winged up. He glanced at the cat content in his arms, then back at me. “Why would you be jealous of a pet?”

  “Because I want to be petted, too.”

  His eyes narrowed and heated. He leaned forward, set the cat on the floor, then leaned back. Curled his finger and beckoned me closer.

  I closed the distance between us, moving to stand between his parted legs. Because he was so tall, we were pretty much eye level.

  “You do purr when I pet you just right,” he murmured, setting his hands on my hips. “Scream, too.”

  My cheeks went hot at the blatant reminder of how wild I’d been with him. Hell, he’d set a freaking chair on the bed so he could fuck me just right. I wasn’t the only one who’d gone a little wild.

  “Are you sore?” he asked, his pale eyes meeting mine.

  I was a little. His cock was impressive and it had been a while. I was sore, but still…it didn’t matter. I wanted him again. “Not enough to keep from having you again.”

  “You, having me?” I saw laughter in his eyes, as if he found me funny. Yeah, my statement was a little strange. Me, the five-foot nothing telling an Atlan I was going to have him again.

  I was feeling bold though. I knew he wanted me. He was in my apartment, not at the hotel. There was no one to worry about. No job to lose here.

  He didn’t judge me. He didn’t look at my thighs and ask why they rubbed together. He didn’t comment on the size of my butt or the more-than-a-handful boobs. He’d seen all of me and had been… reverent. Completely unlike Earth guys. So different from Kevin.

  Stop it. No. No thinking about Kevin when I had an eager alien ready to go on my couch.

  For the second time in a few hours, I tugged off my shirt and bra. Braun watched, stared. Practically drooled. He cupped my breasts, and my eyes fell closed, head dropped back.

  “They fill my hands.”

  Hmm, they did. Maybe they were so big because they were meant for Braun. I had no idea how long he worked them, cupping, kneading, tugging on the nipples. It was when he stopped that I moaned and glanced at him.

  “Get that beast out of your pants, big guy.” His eyes widened as I pushed down my pants and toed off my sneakers. “Now.”

  He did as told, lifting his hips just enough to get his pants down and his cock out.

  I’d never been so forward before, so eager to be fucked. And even though there was an Atlan on my couch, I was the aggressor here. Or, more realistically, he was letting me be the one in charge, because he could hurt me. Easily. Without even trying.

  Setting my hand on his arm for balance, I climbed onto his lap, placing my knees on either side of his hips. He was almost too big for this to work, but I stayed up on my knees and kissed him. His cock was pressed into my belly, hard and long and thick between us.

  His hands slid down my back and then cupped my ass.

  He pulled back and kissed along my jaw. “Are you wet? I will not hurt you no matter how eager you are.”

  God, he was a good kisser. He was so warm, like a huge furnace. My nipples were hard, my pussy aching for him. I broke the kiss, glanced down between us. I couldn’t lift up any higher to get his cock aligned with my pussy. My legs were just too short.

  “Lift me up. I’m ready. I’m wet,” I said, frustrated. He chuckled and ran his finger up and down my slit. He growled and I assumed that was his beast, satisfied.

  “Fuck, mate. You are dripping for me.”

  “I”m dripping from you. From earlier. Now shut up and fuck me.”

  I was so turned on, so crazed with need, I was practically clawing at his arms.

  “Your desire is my command.” Braun lifted me by the waist so that I hovered over him, then lowered me down, opening me up around his cock as he filled me.

  “Oh my God,” I moaned, squirming to take him all. This position was different, and he went so deep.

  He growled again, the feel of it rumbling from his chest.

  “Mine,” he said.

  “Yes. Yes!”

  I wiggled my hips, tried to lift up, but I only managed to pull off him about an inch. His thighs were just too big. I was too small. This wasn’t going to work. I couldn’t even ride him. Instead I was impaled on him and couldn’t do anything about it.

  “Braun,” I moaned. “Please.”

  “So needy. Greedy,” he said, cupping my hips again and lifting me up, dropping me down.

  “Yes.”

  He did it again.

  “Oh.”

  And again.

  “Oh my God.”

  “You were made for me, Angela Kaur.” He lifted and lowered me at a consistent pace. Slow up, hard drop so he slid deep. He lifted his hips and thrust, filling me completely. I wasn’t sure if what he said was true. I was too small and we had to make it work. The chair on the bed. I couldn’t ride him like I wanted, but God, this felt so good.

  “I want no other. You are mine. My mate.”

  He kept talking as we fucked, but I tuned out the words. I was too lost in my pleasure, what he was giving me, what I was taking. I couldn’t handle any more pleasure. It was almost too much. I was about to come, and come so hard I was thankful for the bunker-like qualities of my apartment. No one would think I was being murdered as I screamed.

  Reaching between us, I rubbed my clit. Braun slowed to watch, to see what I was doing.

  “Yes, mate,” he approved, lifting me faster and dropping me with more intent, as if to prove he could get me off.

  “Braun,” I panted. “Please.” I was so close, but he was almost too much. My brain was starting to kick back in as I imagined what I must look like bouncing on his lap like a nymphomaniac, begging for more.

  He grunted, then got busy, as if it was his mission to make me have an orgasm. More than one.

  It worked. He increased the pace, his rumbling growl making my pussy flutter and my skin chill. My brain shut down completely, and I felt crazed. Like I would explode into little pieces without his heat and cock and hands anchoring me to reality.

  What guy ever did that? Not just the first time I cried out his name and came all over his cock, but the second time when I whimpered through the rolling pleasure, or the third time when he thrust hard and came on a growl, pushing me once again so I collapsed in a boneless heap against his huge chest.

  I was lulled by the beating of his heart, the slide of his hand up and down my sweaty back.

  I may have even passed out for a bit, but I remembered what he’d said. He’d called me mate.

  Had he meant it? Was I the one he’d been seeking? The one to wear his cuffs?

  I had no idea, but if the test was based on sexual compatibility, I’d say he might just be right.

  I had no idea how I’d be able to be with any other guy ever again.

  I wanted Braun. I wanted his cock. Hell, I wanted his heart because mine was already on the way to being his.

  Curling into him, I didn’t protest when he carried me to bed, stripped me naked and held me, his hands stroking my back for what felt like hours of bliss. I fell asleep to the sound of my Atlan and my cat, both purring.

  6

  Braun

  Dawn light filtered through the thin fabric covering Angela’s bedroom windows, and I watched the shadows from them creep along the wall as daylig
ht arrived. I had not slept. Instead I held the small female who lay sprawled across my chest and soothed my beast by touching her skin, rubbing my hands over her body with a contentment and peace I never had been able to imagine, no matter how often I’d thought of finding my mate.

  She was soft and warm, and her scent surrounded me.

  Angela was mine. The beast knew this to be true. But since I had kept him restrained, worried to allow him loose without the mating cuffs around mine and Angela’s wrists, he paced inside me like a wild thing even as we rested.

  Impatient. Angry. And growing stronger with each passing moment.

  Soon I would not be able to control him. Angela’s nearness was both blessing and curse. The beast knew she was ours, and at the same time he fought harder for freedom.

  The beast needed to claim her, accept her dominion over us. She was now the only being in the universe standing between me and total madness, a killing rage… and execution.

  The beast within didn’t care about dying. He was not afraid of the prison cells on Atlan, nor fighting and destroying everything and everyone around him.

  He only wanted one thing.

  Her.

  Yet until she had been claimed in the traditional Atlan way, with my cuffs about her wrists, he would not be satisfied.

  The creature, Angela’s pet, sat hunched on the small wooden table next to her bed. His green eyes focused on me in the dark as if he were a fierce hunter and I, his prey.

  The cat, as she’d called him, looked ready to pounce, and he was no longer purring. I reached for him to stroke his white fluffy fur as I had done last night.

  Oscar, my mate’s beloved pet, lifted a paw and swiped at me with his tiny claws.

  Little devil.

  He hissed at me in the semidark.

  Chuckling, I hissed back. “A bold one, I approve. You believe you are protecting our female.” He wasn’t mighty, but he was fierce.

  The slow blink of his green eyes made me wonder if the tiny fluff ball actually understood what I was saying to him—or if he was contemplating attack. Both thoughts made me smile.

  “What’s going on?” Plastered to my side, Angela lifted her head to stare at her pet. “Oscar, stop it.”

  I ran my fingers through her hair, enjoying the texture of the springy curls. “Your pet is trying to protect you from a beast.”

  She set her chin on my chest as she grinned, then tipped her head to place a kiss on that spot. I thought my heart might explode while the beast roared inside me to break free. Even a gesture so simple could push me to the brink. I took a deep breath, tried to calm.

  “He’s such a pain.” She reached her arm over me and touched her pet, stroking his face. Which, of course, the fluff ball allowed. From her. Not that I blamed him. I wanted Angela to stroke me as well.

  She had done so the night before, and quite well, her hands wrapped around my cock bringing me to the edge of satisfaction, but I’d tugged her hands away and finished deep inside her, only after she’d come. Of course.

  Staring at me like he was a king and I, a peasant not worthy to look upon him, Oscar stood on his four paws, jumped off the table and onto the bed, then walked across my chest to stare down into my face.

  I frowned at the tiny beast. “What is he doing?”

  She snuggled into my shoulder and giggled. “I think he likes you.”

  “Absolutely not.” I lifted my hand to show her the scratches Oscar had given me just before she’d awoken. “He is a fierce attack pet, determined to defend you.”

  “What?” She pulled my hand down closer to her face for inspection. “No. I’m so sorry.” She looked at Oscar, her eyelids narrowed. “Oscar. Bad kitty. You don’t scratch Braun.”

  The cat turned from staring at me to looking down at her.

  “He is unrepentant.” I stated the obvious. The cat king was looking at Angela as if she, too, were a minor subject.

  A smile had spread on my face when the small creature lowered its head and smashed his forehead into mine. “What?”

  “Oscar. Don’t headbutt our guest.”

  Oscar did it again, this time making a strange mewling noise.

  “No, it’s not breakfast time yet.”

  There was that slow, deliberate, you-will-serve-me look in Oscar’s green eyes. He glanced from me to Angela, the mewling growing louder.

  “No.”

  Irritated, Oscar settled into a ball on my chest and laid down like he owned me.

  Angela laughed and removed herself from my arms as I held perfectly still, unsure what to do about the tiny ball of fur atop me. “See, told you he likes you.”

  I wasn’t so sure.

  Angela moved to her bathing room. “I’m going to take a shower. I have the day off—well, I’m free until six. I was supposed to meet my parents. But we don’t have to if you don’t want to go.”

  Her cheeks were turning a deep rose shade as I stared. My mate would become used to such attention. She was beautiful, and I would admire her.

  “Well?”

  “Yes?”

  “What do you want to do?”

  I was hers to command. I would go where she wished and was surprised she requested an answer. I took in every inch of her and remembered how I’d learned her body intimately and thoroughly. “Keep you naked.” My answer was one-hundred-percent honest, but she laughed, the sound making my chest ache in a new and uncomfortable manner.

  Females were dangerous.

  “Stop it.” I heard the water spray begin, and she stuck her head around the open door. “Let’s go to the beach. You need to get out. You can wear a hat. We’ll disguise you as a basketball player. They’re tall.”

  “I am not tall.” In terms of an Atlan, I was average.

  “You are. And please say yes. Have you been to the beach before?” She frowned for a moment. “I don’t even know if they have beaches on Atlan. God, I know nothing about where you are from.”

  I would rectify that soon, but not now. I did not make that planet my home, but I wanted her to see it. To understand about me. She would learn the most about The Colony, where we would live.

  “There is water, of course, but from what I’ve seen of images of Miami and Florida, it will be strikingly different. I look forward to you showing me.”

  She smiled then. “Good, we’ll make a day of it, but I have something at six.”

  Oscar was making the purring sound again, so I held still, admiring my mate. “What happens at six?”

  “I have class from six to nine.”

  “What type of class?”

  “I’m in my last year of nursing school. I know what you’re thinking, I’m too old to be in school.”

  I wasn’t thinking that at all.

  “You work many hours and attend schooling? Your time is full.”

  “Yeah. It’s pretty brutal, but that’s how it’s got to be. It’s taking forever because I had to help my parents and all that. But I’m almost done. Next semester I’ll start my final round of clinicals and then I’ll get my license.” She turned back around, and I watched her perfectly round ass shake as she walked away.

  The beast growled, and Oscar knew what was good for him. He jumped off my chest like I’d set his fluffy white tail on fire.

  Angela’s soft voice drifted to me in the bedroom, and I listened for a few moments, enjoying the sound of her happiness. She should be exhausted, and I should have given her more time to sleep than to fill her with my cock and make her scream. I would ensure she had a balance of both. I’d fuck her senseless, then let her rest.

  I had never been this intimate with a female before, never known the small moments of pleasure or contentment, the true nature of a mate and the private moments spent bathing or sleeping or watching her laugh in my arms. Of thinking of her needs and concerns. It was my job to help carry her burdens. I was strong enough to do so.

  I’d had lovers when I was younger, as all warlords in training did. The females on my world were eager to rid
e the cock of a warlord and hoped to be chosen. If the male survived the war and his time in the Coalition Fleet, he would be gifted with land and a home as well as more than enough wealth to support himself and a family for the rest of his life.

  I had never returned to Atlan. I had been captured by the Hive, integrated, and somehow survived long enough to end up on The Colony. It might not be the place of my birth, but it was my home.

  And now I’d found her. My true mate. The female capable of taming my beast and the mating fever raging in my blood.

  I understood very little of what she’d said of class and clinicals, but I determined that I would find out more later. Medical training with the Coalition was rigorous and for the most intelligent, which meant my mate was not only honorable but brilliant. I would learn everything about her. Everything.

  At the moment the only thing I could do was rise from the bed, follow her into her bathing chamber, and take her again. My cock was instantly hard at the idea, and my beast was in complete agreement.

  There was a strange curtain separating her from me, and I slid it aside to find her body slick with soap. Everywhere. She held a spraying device in her hand and was trying to rinse the bubbles from her dark skin. Her eyes were closed, the steam rising from the water letting me know my mate liked the temperature hot.

  “Allow me.” I stepped into the small area and took the spraying device from her hands.

  “Oh!”

  I reached for the soap and used one hand to rinse her off as I cleansed my own body with the other. Less than two minutes later I lifted the spraying device back into its holder and turned to my mate.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, eyeing me with the same needy gleam as I’d stared at her.

  “You are beautiful.” Lifting my hands, I cupped her breasts. She swayed, one hand going to the tiles on the wall to maintain her balance.

  That would not do. I did not want her worried about falling.

  In one quick move I lifted her and placed her back to the wall, her shoulder and side under the spray so she would not become cold. Bending my knees, I lifted her up, higher and higher, and placed her thighs over my shoulders. My arms encircled her and cupped her back. I stared at the gorgeous pussy spread open before me. Right. There.