“Fuck, that feels amazing when you do that,” he purrs.
His hands shift to my hips, grip, and I know what to expect, but also, I’m still not ready, because when he pulls out and thrusts back in, a climax just slams into me.
He fucks me hard, straight through my climax and into another one.
It feels like my earthly soul levitates from my body with every, sweet agonizing thrust. The burning pleasure, the edgy darkness of this fierce claiming. The feeling of wholeness, completeness, of being taken so savagely and yet so perfectly. A deep-rooted knowledge that he is the one, the only one that matters, and that somehow, a twist of fate brought him to me, and he is mine and I am his.
My body is a spasming, twisting mess, when I hear the words falling from his lips.
“I’m going to ruin you… This pussy, this ass, mine. No other alpha will feel your lips around his cock… No other will touch you… Anyone even looks at you too hard or too long, and I’m going to fuck them up… Your hands are mine… Your lips are mine. Your pussy, one hundred percent mine… And this tight little asshole that’s taking me so well, that is definitely mine.”
“All yours, all of them, all of me,” I pant.
“Forever,” he demands. “You can’t leave me. I won’t let you. Ican’tlet you.”
“I don’t want you to.”
He comes with a roar, filling me, and triggering a blinding climax of my own.
Zeb
I carry her into the shower and clean up. She’s like a sweet, sleepy kitten, although she whines the whole time. Then I take her back to bed where I insist on checking her, which wakes her right up.
“No, you are absolutely not checking me, and especially notthere.”
“Baby, I’ve got to check you.”
“Are you unhinged?!”
I smirk and shrug. “Maybe.”
“A medical professional?”
“No, just your mate. One who won’t settle until he checks you.”
That knocks the wind out of her protest, and, that quickly, she’s all shy.
I cup her chin and wait for her eyes to meet mine. “My mate.”
She sucks in a ragged breath. “Your mate.” she agrees.
“Who is going to check you.”
She nods, flings her arm dramatically over her eyes and parts her thighs.
I check her. She’s fine. Maybe a little red from the belt, but I definitely like that. And then her pussy is right there in front of me and my mind drifts back to certain things that happened when we were trapped on an Uncorrupted ship.
“What?” she demands, peering at me under her arm. “Is something wrong?”
Then her eyes lower and she swallows. “That’s not how it was before, is it?”
I grin and shake my head. “You know I’m a zeta, right… and that I can change things?”
“Tell me that isn’t your regular size.”
I glance down. It has to be ten inches long and thicker than her arm. I’m hard. I’m thinking about taking her withthis.
“I’ll knot you next time,” I promise, already lining up, and purposely not answering her question.
