I couldn’t talk, couldn’t tell the stupid beast I’d been ready all along, but he was an alpha Atlan, all dominant and orally skilled. Damn him.
He didn’t delay now, only levered himself back over me, pushing my knee up and back so he could settle his hips against mine, his cock at my entrance.
“Now,” I breathed.
He slid deep, stretching me wide. My inner walls rippled and stretched to take all of him. Since his finger hadn’t gone deep, I groaned at finally having something inside me. And that something felt like soft velvet over steel. Huge, long, thick, hot.
It filled me and filled me and filled me some more. Only when his hips pressed against mine did I know I’d taken all of him.
I blinked, opened my eyes to see Angh gazing at me. His eyes were almost black, his jaw clenched tight. Sweat dotted his brow and he was holding back. Panting. Straining.
“Angh, please,” I begged.
“I will not hurt you.”
I shook my head, my hair sliding across the bedding. “You won’t. Fuck me. Fuck me hard like you want. Like we both need.”
He pulled back, thrust deep. Hard. Again.
“Yes!” I cried, assuring him I wanted it. Needed it as much as he did.
His hand on my leg tightened, the grip strong as he fucked me with abandon. Hard and deep lunges of his hips, his cock sliding and rubbing over every pleasure spot in me. The head of his cock bumped the end of my passage. He rubbed against my clit and since it was so sensitive, so primed for more orgasms, I didn’t need to touch myself, didn’t need him to do it either. I came as he took me, the feel of him deep, so deep, set me off. I screamed, thrashed, grabbed his back, clawed it. Gave over to it. Perhaps I had a little bit of a beast within me as well.
Angh thrust deep one last time, his muscles going taut as he held himself still. He groaned, then growled as he came, emptying himself in me. All of him. I felt the hot wash of his seed as it coated me, filled me to overflowing.
We were hot and sweaty, a sticky mess. It was perfect.
Angh didn’t take time to catch his breath, but angled his body so we rolled. He was on his back and I was straddling him, his cock still deep in me. Still hard as if he hadn’t just come. His hands went to my hips and he lifted me up, lowered me back down.
My eyes flared at the feel of this new angle. I was so wet from him, the slide easy. His seed coated us, made me slippery as I wiggled on him.
“Again,” he said, looking up at me. His hands moved to my breasts, cupped them, played with them. “Fuck me, mate. Use my cock for your pleasure. My beast and I want to watch.”
I couldn’t deny him. Why should I? I had a beast cock deep in my pussy, three orgasms already on my scorecard and he wanted me to have more.
I began to move, to use him for my pleasure. I couldn’t get enough.
But one night would have to be it. It would have to do. So I put my hands on his broad chest and fucked him. Gave over to it. To him. Gave him and the beast exactly what they wanted.
When we were finally both spent, I napped, lying on top of his chest, his cock still inside me. Neither of us seemed to want a moment of separation. He pulled the blankets over us and I was drifting, loving him, listening to the beat of his heart as he stroked my body like he couldn’t stop touching me. God, I was so in love with him, it hurt.
This was nuts. I was nuts. On Earth, there were dates. Dinner and a movie. Walks in the park. A getting-to-know-you period. Rules about not sleeping with a guy on the first date. There were even various relationship statuses. Going out, hooking up, exclusive, friends with benefits, no strings sex all put a couple in a certain place. But with Angh, it had been…bam. Just a glance at each other across the fighting pit and that had been it. I’d wanted him. He’d wanted me. Done.
He’d known I was his mate then and there. Perhaps I had known the same as well, but I’d been tricking myself into thinking otherwise.
There was nothing I could do to stop the tears. They burned my eyes and no amount of blinking stopped the build-up of pain that dripped from me, agony sliding onto his chest one salty tear at a time. It shouldn’t hurt like this. A fling should be easy. A quick, hard fuck to scratch the itch and move on.
His hands covered my entire back, stroking me gently. “Did I hurt you, Kira?” His voice was a low rumble and I laughed, the sound more pain than humor.
“No, Angh. You’re perfect. I just don’t want this night to end.”
He stopped breathing, his heart suddenly pounding beneath my ear as he sat up. With a groan, he slipped his cock from my swollen core and shifted us both so that I sat on his lap. His huge shoulders blocked out half of the wall panel above my bed and I stared, trying to burn the image into my mind so I could take it out later and savor it.
Remember that he was real and not a dream. Remember the look in his eyes as he stared at me as if I were the most precious thing in the universe. The way his whiskers were coming in quickly. How warm and solid he felt beneath me. How gentle his hands were in comparison to how ruthless he was on the battlefield.
And suddenly, one more night with him seemed like the biggest fucking mistake I’d ever made in my life. How was I supposed to walk away? I loved him. It was the truth. He was everything I’d ever wanted in a mate. Strong. Honorable. Caring. Dominant. A sexual maniac and absolutely loyal. Having to walk away from this was going to feel like ripping my still beating heart right out of my chest and stomping on it with combat boots.
He leaned over slightly and it was then I saw the second set of cuffs, the smaller set, my set partially hidden beneath the stack of clothing he’d placed on the small table next to the bed. He pulled them free and settled them on my lap.