I tensed. Ached. Needed.
My cock slid deeper.
She released me and lifted her arms above her head to gain purchase on the wall. Using what leverage she had, she pushed her body closer. Her pussy slipped down over my cock. She whimpered. My cock jumped in response.
Fuck. I wasn’t going to last long.
I grabbed the cuffs with my free hand and looked around, desperate for a way to open them without leaving her body. I did not want to leave her heat. Her slick pussy. I wanted the cuffs to be on my wrists so I could reach out and play with those hard nipples. Run my hand over her soft skin. Tease her clit with my fingertip as I filled her with my hard length.
“Hurry.”
I glanced from her breasts to her face. She was watching me. I held up the cuffs and she lunged forward to grab them. The clenching of her abdomen as she rose, her inner muscles, clamped down on my cock like a merciless fist. I groaned.
“Give them to me.”
She took them and settled them over her soft belly. Harsh breathing accompanied her fumbling with the fastenings. She figured them out quickly and I held out one hand. She clasped the cuff around my wrist. I placed that arm beneath her to hold her up and held out my bare arm. She snapped the second cuff around my arm and I pulled her hips close, thrust into her body. Deep. As deep inside her as I could get.
“I can’t—” She moved her hips slightly, grinding against me with a primitive passion that made me choke down a growl. I didn’t want to frighten her. Not now. Not when I was so close to having what I wanted. My cuffs on her wrists.
A mate. Mine. Forever.
Or at least as long as I—Kovo—lived.
“I can’t focus when you--.”
I tilted my hips and she moaned.
“Damn it. Just hold still.”
I grinned but acquiesced. I was not sure I had ever grinned like this before. Prior to her, I had only ever smiled in anticipation of battle. Of killing.
Fucking my mate was far superior to killing the Hive.
She snapped a plain mating cuff on one delicate wrist, then the other. I would replace them with properly ornate, ancestral cuffs once I got out of here.
For now, they would suffice. A shot of pain, like the arrival of a burning ember, circled both wrists the moment the connection between our mating cuffs was made. I’d been waiting for that flash of fire for years. My mind knew what the weight on my wrists meant. My instincts tuned to her, only to her. Her smell. Her touch. Her breath. I knew where every strand of hair fell, where her fingers rested. I knew when her toes curled. I listened to her heart beating. Awareness flooded with every gasp, every blink of her eyelids. I became a lens focused solely on her.
My cock recognized the primal mark of a mate around my wrists, the weight and devotion to the female who claimed me part of my DNA. The hard length burned from the inside out, the sensation nearly bringing me to my knees.
How had warlords survived this sweet agony for centuries? Eons? This female had no idea the power she wielded. My loyalty was absolute. I was her beast. Her mate. A deadly weapon only she would now wield.
Buried balls deep, I became the beast they named me.
Instincts older than time screamed within me as I fucked her hard. Fast. Deep. I needed to hear her cry out in pleasure even more than I needed to come.
Backing her to the wall once more, I held her wrists over her head with one hand and slipped the other low, behind her, to slide around her ass. I pumped into her body like a machine as I played with her ass and the sensitive, stretched softness behind her wet pussy.
I discovered the way she liked to be rubbed. Teased. Both that soft flesh and her tight, virgin ass. I slipped the tip of a finger inside. Stroked her. Stretched her open just enough to make her frantic. I fucked her pussy in a hard rhythm. Faster.
She sobbed. Bit her lower lip. Her head thrashed from side to side, and I watched the play of light in her dark, red hair as her core pulsed around my cock in frenzied waves.
There was no mercy in me. None. I fucked her faster, stretched one orgasm to two. I played with her until she was a panting, sweaty, sexy mess.
Only then did I allow the fire to consume me. Cum exploded from my cock with such force I moaned in pleasure-pain. My balls tightened, consumed by their unique brand of agony as they pumped precious seed into my female.
If this was dying, I would do it a thousand times. Follow my mate to the other side of the galaxy. Do anything, kill anyone to protect her.
To keep her.
