Chapter 6
Mak
Ihad a driving need to fuck Gwen. Hard. Bed-breaking, wall-smashing fucking. And we’d do it, too. My cock demanded it. My fangs… well, my fangs would be the only part of me that wouldn’t be satisfied today. Or ever.
But my satisfaction wasn’t my top priority. No. It was to get Gwen to scream, to feel her muscles tense, her thighs clamp down on my ears as I made her come. As I licked up every bit of her sweet, sticky essence. One whiff of her arousal for me, then one hit of it on my tongue had me ravenous.
The proof of her desire for me had my balls aching with the need to empty deep inside her. My cock swelled, and swelled. I recognized the change, the shift in my cock to mate, to fill, lock and remain deep in Gwen’s pussy. It had never happened to me before, this possessive need to claim in the basest of ways. It was harder to stifle than my fangs, but somehow, I knew without the bite, the lock wouldn’t happen. Oh, she’d take my massive cock for a ride, but I wouldn’t remain deep within her. It wouldn’t—couldn’t—happen. My body wouldn’t let it and neither would my mind.
Gwen might be mine to fuck, but not to keep. Especially since we’d just agreed to one night. She’d get my scent, get sent back on missions where she belonged and I’d get the fuck off the Colony.
Yet it was hard to think about tomorrow, about being in a different sector of the universe when she clawed at my hair, the way she succumbed so beautifully to the passion within her. She was stunning. I wanted to see it. To know I made her this way was heady. Fuck, it was thrilling. A sight to behold.
I knew she’d never given herself to another like this. She didn’t behave like a virgin and I had no expectations of that, but this passionate nature of hers had just come out. For me and me alone. No one before me had seen her in such a state. No, she was balls-to-the-wall intense. Just as broody, as intense and fierce as I was. I saw it because I felt it in myself. Her need to escape, to escape even her own skin.
And right now, she wasn’t thinking about anything. Not how she’d been forced to choose a mate, her need to go on missions, the fact that she was more than human now. The Hive. The Colony. Her role as lieutenant. Everything was gone from her mind, everything but me.
She could just be the female who submitted to my fingers, my mouth… and soon, once she came all over my face, my cock.
When I felt her muscles quiver, tasted the warm trickle of her need on my tongue, felt her clit swell, I knew she was close. And when she arched her back, slammed her shoulders into the wall with the intensity of her orgasm, she was perfect.
Gwen. Lost to pleasure.
In that instant, while she practically ripped my hair out by the roots and screamed her release, I understood. Why the governor was obsessed with Rachel. Why Tyran and his second coveted Kristin. Why they would do anything for their mates. How they’d handed over their balls when their female arrived via transport from Earth, and were content in having done so.
Their possessiveness.
Their protectiveness.
Their need. Obsession. Desire. Affection. Mindless love.
No one else would see Gwen like this. Never. This… fire belonged to me. While I may have brought her to climax, she’d trusted me with herself, let go of any inhibitions, fears… everything. For me.
I knew that was a difficult thing for her, seemingly impossible being the only integrated Earth female on the planet. Hells, currently the only unmated female on the planet.
No longer. No. Fucking. Way.
This pussy, her slick, hot, pink flesh was mine. The tangy, sweet taste would linger only on my tongue. The scent of her would be all over my face, my chin, my cock. Every male who came near me would scent her, would know I’d taken what she’d offered so freely, even after I’d left.
If I’d known it would be like this, I’d have been among the fools trying to win her in that arena, just for this night alone. I’d have killed to possess her. Now I knew I would kill to protect her. And having my seed on her, marking her, would do just that long after I was gone.
When she was pressed, limp and sated, between me and the dented wall, her eyes flickered open.
“More,” she growled, eyes wide and filled with heat.
I may have made her feel good, but she was far from done. Far from done. Not only would she carry my scent upon her, letting every male on the planet know who she belonged to, I would fill her pussy until she craved me. Needed me. Only me.
Lowering her to her feet, I pressed a hand against the wall, leaned in so we were eye to eye. Her cheeks were flushed the same shade of pink as her pussy. Her hair was a wild tangle and clung to her sweaty temples. Her breathing was ragged—something that didn’t happen from tossing Prillons around the pit. She was… stunning.
“We are not done,” I agreed.
With the back of my free hand, I wiped my mouth, then licked my lips. “I am marked. Your turn.”
With her new quick reflexes, my cock was in her fist and she was pumping me before I blinked. My hips jerked involuntarily at the tight squeeze, the smooth slide. A groan ripped from my throat and I slapped my hand against the wall. Fuck. Fuck! It felt so good. So fucking good I gave myself over to it, to her. For just a few seconds, then I opened my eyes, looked at her.
Saw her looking down at my cock, at the way her hand was working me. With precision, ruthlessness. Intensity.
No. Shit. Fuck! “No,” I snarled, and pulled my hips back, tugging my cock from her hold.