I knelt behind her, pulled my fingers out and replaced them with my mouth. I licked her thighs clean, buried my tongue deep inside her. Using my lips to form a seal around her pussy lips, I locked on so I could eat it all, suck it into my mouth and down my throat. Feast.
My pussy. My delicious fucking mate.Mine.
Her inner muscles spasmed, her loud moan like a jolt of electrical current straight to my cock as she came all over my mouth, my tongue, as her body gave me more to swallow, to devour.
I drank her down, consumed every drop. When her pussy settled, I stood, licked my lips, and slapped my palm against her ass cheek just to hear her gasp.
“Mikos.”
“Breanna.” I rubbed the soreness from the right side of her bottom even as my free hand came down with a sharp slap on the left.
“Ahh! Fuck me. Please. God. Just do it.”
“There is no god here.”
“Mate. Please.” She sobbed, her body shaking as her defenses crumbled. She stopped hiding from me, gave me everything, surrendered her pride, her fears, her need for control. I’d fucked her angry, lustful, playful, exhausted, wary, and gentle. I’d never fucked her like this, both of our souls raw and bleeding. Exposed. “I need you.”
The whispered admission broke me.
I shoved my pants out of the way, freed my cock and thrust deep. Pulled out. Filled her again. I couldn’t stop, couldn’t slow down. I was an animal, a creature of instinct.
I’d taken her from behind once on the ship, but not like this. Not when she knew she was mine, when she called me mate, when she sobbed, overcome with emotion, begging me to go faster, harder. Pleading with me to fuck her, as desperate for me as I was for her.
I fucked her hard and fast, using both hands to hold her hips in place so she couldn’t move away, couldn’t escape.
She came apart in my arms as the mating fist expanded, stretched her open, forced me to slow down. When I was close, I stopped moving and pushed deep, locking us together as we were meant to be.
She pushed her hips back, her body swallowing mine until her soft skin flattened against my abdomen and there was nowhere else for either of us to go.
“Bite me, mate. I want all of you.”
I’d just injected her, but as if my body knew she was now our true master, the glands in my face and throat swelled and expanded in response to her demand. The need to sink my fangs into her flesh consumed me as my fangs filled withmore. More power. More healing. More ofme.
She was going to fucking kill me.
When I reached for her waist, she tried to help me pull her close, straightening her spine. The shift in position moved my cock inside her, rubbing the front wall of her pussy in the sweet spot I knew would drive her over the edge.
I held her in place with my arm beneath her breasts. Their tempting softness settled on top of my forearm, a weight I wanted to feel forever.
She tilted her head to the side, offered herself to me, gave me access to the elegant line of her neck.
Never had anything looked so fucking beautiful. I didn’t deserve her. She was too good, too kind, too forgiving. Were I an honorable male, I would have been able to let her go, spare her the harsh realities of my life, my dark and unforgiving nature. I wouldn’t be fucking an innocent female inside a prison cell. I wouldn’t lose control as one word became a chant inside my mind, a fixation that consumed the wildness inside me. I could not think. Could not reason. Could not break my mate’s absolute control over my body.
“Mine.” The word was both a promise from my mind and a threat from the Hyperion parts of me that did not think. Those parts claimed, protected, fucked and killed without reason or remorse.
This was the side of us that, prior to the antidote, led to tragedies and suffering when the males of my lineage could no longer maintain control and didthis.
My fangs sank deep.
Breanna’s cries drove me to the brink of madness, her pussy milking me, gripping and squeezing my hard length as my essence pumped into her body. I rocked my hips and breathed her in. The sensitive nerves at the base of my fangs sent shockwaves of pleasure straight to my cock and I exploded inside her, spurted my seed against the base of her womb, filled her up as we both hurtled over the edge.
I clung to her, sated. Lips on her skin, I lingered, fangs and cock still buried in her body where they belonged. I held her for long minutes as we waited for my mating fist to recede. Our heavy breathing filled the small cell. She collapsed in my arms, not even trying to hold herself up, nor protesting my claim, my bite, my arms around her. Instead of fighting me, resisting, trying to pull away, she melted, trusted me to hold her, keep her safe, care for her.
Tears filled my eyes, the burning swell of emotion so foreign, so fucking powerful, I didn’t have time to resist. Searing pain stabbed the back of my eyes. My chest ached like an Atlan in full battle armor stomped on my ribs. Every sense was tuned to her, my focus so absolute that everything else ceased to register, to exist. There was only her. Her skin. Her taste. Her heat. Her racing pulse and ragged breathing. Her wet pussy still wrapped around my cock. I felt like an antenna programmed to receive a single frequency. Hers.
This was love. I loved this female. Would give her anything, sacrifice anything or anyone, to be with her. To keep her. I could not go back to the bleak existence I led before, the emptiness, always alone.
I’d rather die.
