Well, fuck. I moved into position and pushed the head of my dick inside her pussy. Stopped. Holy shit, she was hot. Tight. So fucking swollen and wet I needed time to adjust. Had to focus on the bite of cold tile under my kneecaps. The ache in my shoulder that wasn’t completely healed. Anything but her body. The scorching hot liquid surrounding my dick. The sounds coming from her throat. Soft. Submissive. Desperate.
Didn’t fucking help when she lifted her head and kissed me, all tongue, soft lips and need, a relentless assault on my senses.
I was done. Fucking cooked. I thrust deep, didn’t stop until my balls hit her soft ass. Pulled back. Thrust again. Over and over. Faster. I couldn’t fucking stop. Didn’t want to.
We both moaned. She lowered her hands to grab fistfuls of my hair.
Out of nowhere, I sensed the move was important. A challenge. “No.” I grabbed both wrists and shoved them over her head, held her down using the metal chains connecting the cuffs as I fucked her. Harder. Hard enough to punctuate my words. “I didn’t say you could move.”
She thrashed. Moaned. Her pussy clamped down on me like a vice as she came, her orgasm ripping through her without warning.
Fuck. Her needy response made me want to order her around some more. Push her limits. See how far this thing between us would go.
Next time.
I pumped my hips, let go. Stopped trying to hold myself back. To last.
I didn’t want to last. I wanted to pump her full of seed as she came all over me. Mark her. Make her mine.
Illogical. Stupid. Didn’t matter. My body was in control as I fucked her harder. Faster. Held her down. Shuddered when her moans and whimpers filled my ears. She was hot. Wild. Sexy as fuck. In this with me, all the fucking way.
I felt like a god-king. Invincible. Raw. Full of power and purpose.
I moved inside her, determined to make her come again.
Her eyes closed. Head thrashed side to side. When she exploded in my arms I followed her over the edge, my balls drawing up tight, the release bordering on pain.
It went on and on. When it was over, I lifted her off the floor and carried her limp body in search of a shower. I was far past my teenage years, but the way she snuggled against me, trusting, replete, filled my head and made me drunk on her scent. On sex. On needing more.
6
Lyra
Hot water pouredover Ethan’s shoulders as he stood behind me, pressed against my back, arms wrapped around me, hands cupping my breasts. Kneading. Massaging.Touching.
His lips wandered over my shoulders and neck as I held my wrists—still handcuffed—over my head, palms pressed flat on the cold tile wall of the oversized shower. He kissed the side of my neck. My shoulders. My cheek. When I had enough energy, I turned my head to kiss him. His cock was buried deep. I’d lost count of how many orgasms I’d had the last couple hours. He’d finished inside me again moments ago, his hot seed satisfying the beast within me in a way I found impossible to rationalize or explain, even to myself.
Shewanted all of him. Now that we’d had him, tasted bliss, I knew I was in serious trouble. He was human. I was not. I wasn’t staying on Earth. Couldn’t stay, even if I wanted to. I was breaking multiple Coalition and human laws by being here at all. Settling down to pretend to be a human wife with a human husband? Impossible.
Right now, the beast inside me—the one that should not exist—was sated. Mostly.
She stirred whenever I thought about leaving him. Leaving Earth. Finishing my mission and returning to Core Command. So I didn’t dwell on those thoughts. I didn’t dare. She’d chosen her mate, and as far as she was concerned, we would never leave his side. Ever. A mate was until death, and she would kill to remain next to him. To protect him.
A soft growl of warning left my throat at the thought of the Silver Scions hunting my male. I fought down blinding, irrational fury. The need tohunt.To kill.
Mate! Mine!
She raged inside me, and I bit my lower lip to keep the scream of challenge from leaving my throat.
Holy fuck. What the hell was that? How was I supposed to calm her down now? I’d believed having sex with Ethan would have done the trick.
Now I was afraid I’d only made her obsession worse.
The handcuffs steadied me, but they weren’t enough. I knew I could break them. So did she. She craved more, the heavy mating cuffs used by Atlan Warlords when they claimed their mates. Unbreakable. Linked so that too much distance would cause pain, shock the beast’s system into remembering they had a mate who needed them to remain in control. Sane.
I never thought I’d need that kind of reminder, that jolt of pain to bring me to my senses.
Then again, I’d never had a beast alive and raging inside me before.
