He was giving himself to me, just as he’d had that first night we’d met. I hadn’t understood then, but I did now. If I died first, he’d follow me, his beast unable to survive without a mate to soothe him. Where I went, he would follow. He would fight for me, kill for me, die for me.
I realized, as I locked the first cuff around his wrist, that I was more than willing to do the same for him.
“I love you, Angh.” I reached for the second wrist, the cuff the final step in claiming this magnificent male for myself. I didn’t care about consequences. Not anymore. I only cared about him. “I should have told you before. I should have put your cuffs on last night. I’m so sorry.”
I snapped the final cuff in place and still Angh didn’t move, it was like he was a stone wall, that if he moved a single inch, he would crumble.
I held my breath.
This was so not going like I thought it would. He was supposed to be kissing me now. Passionate and wild and totally out of control, not staring me down like I’d just killed his favorite puppy.
He was strong, disciplined, at least enough to hold himself back, and he was hurt. Hurting. I’d broken his heart and I hated myself for it. He’d been prepared to die because of me.
And so I would continue to lead this, to lead us to through the claiming. The cuffs were on, but there was still more to go. Reaching for the edge of my armored shirt, I lifted it over my head and dropped it to the ground. The undershirt followed, and the unusual sports bra I wore beneath that.
Angh’s breathing increased in speed, but his gaze still didn’t leave mine as I finished undressing, kicking off my boots and stepping out of my pants until I stood naked before him, wearing nothing but the cuffs. His cuffs. Without them, I could be fully clothed and yet I would be bare. They were all I needed now.
When he still just stared, I walked toward him and wrapped my arms around him. Chest to chest. His flimsy hospital pants the only thing separating us. I felt every hard inch of him, the thickness of his cock, the heat from his skin, the beast’s bulging muscles. I didn’t know what else to say. What else to do.
“Please. Please forgive me for being so damn stupid.”
With a growl, he spun me around, my back pressed to his chest, and carried me to the wall where a large metal bracket I hadn’t noticed before was imbedded. I gasped at the speed with which he moved, but didn’t fight him. He lifted my wrists and placed them over the metal, somehow activating them so I was stuck, on my tip-toes, arms over my head. Strung up and totally at his mercy.
“Mine.” The beast growled in my ear and I turned my head to watch as he ripped the flimsy hospital pants off his body and dropped them to the floor. He was naked, his cock huge and hard and dripping with pre-cum. My pussy flooded with heat, the wetness coating my thighs. I wanted him. Hard and hot and up against the wall. Right now.
“Yes,” I breathed. “You’re mine, Angh. My mate. Fuck me. Do it. I need you. Claim me.” I twisted and turned, trying to free my hands so I could turn around and touch him. Kiss him.
But he was in control now, and he had no intention of letting me have my way. This was how it was supposed to happen. Perhaps not in a brig, but rough and wild, the female at the male’s mercy. The beast’s mercy. This was the one time the beast was allowed to take complete control over the man, claiming me so that it could be soothed, so the Mating Fever could be gone.
“Ready?” The beast stepped behind me, his cock pressed to the small of my back, his huge hands cupping my breasts, not with tenderness, but massaging them like he wanted to devour me. All of me.
Seconds later, one hand dropped to my clit, slid past it and slipped deep, testing my wetness, my readiness for him.
“Angh!” My head fell back, onto his chest, and I squirmed, tried to press my clit against his rough palm, tried to fuck his finger. But I had no leverage, no way to move, no way to do anything but take what he gave me. It felt so good, a searing heat so powerful I would come if he just touched me…more.
When he lifted my hips and filled me from behind in one strong thrust, I nearly came. So big. So thick. I rippled and clenched around him trying to adjust. He was almost too much, but I would take him. All of him. Every hard, thick inch. I wanted him so much, so damn much. This was the first time we were really together, as mates. This was everything that had been missing before and I realized I had always been holding back, just a little. Just enough. I needed it wild. I needed it rough. I needed it out of my control.
“Mine.” His growl made my pussy clamp down on him like a fist and his beast groaned the exact moment I did.
He used his hands to reach around to the front of my thighs and spread me open, my wetness there catching on his palms, coating them. I slipped down a bit farther, took more of him, the thick head of his cock bumping the top of my pussy with a relentless, teasing pressure that built and built inside me until I thought I would explode if he didn’t move. This was it. My everything. He was in me, claiming me. I was his and he would never let me forget it.
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Angh
I came to myself slowly,the beast none too willing to share control when we were exactly where we wanted to be, balls deep in our mate, the mating cuffs on her wrists, her hot, wet core wrapped around us like a fist. Clenching, squeezing, milking the seed from my balls.
I’d heard every word she said, the beast all too eager to ignore the threat the Vice Admiral had made and just take what it wanted. Kira.
With a supreme effort, I’d held him back. I knew taking her would be wrong. Bad. But the beast wouldn’t listen. I prevented him from ruling us both until she’d taken off her clothes and the smell of her wet heat filled my head with a lust so powerful there was no stopping the Mating Fever, or my beast, from taking what was his. Ours.
Her. Our mate.
Appeased, the beast finally allowed me to share some space in our head. Now, we teased her. Pumped in and out of her body slowly. She was helpless, submissive, trusting me and the beast not to hurt her.
The feeling was powerful, heady, and I knew Kira was everything to me. Everything.
I would fuck her. Fill her with my seed. Claim her.