“Is that still what you think?” I countered.
Cocking her head to the side, she studied me. I watched the fall of her dark hair over her shoulder. “I think you’re giving me control.” She paused. “That as soon as I’ve had my turn, you’ll have yours.”
“I told you that you are mine. I will prove it before we leave this room.”
“Don’t you mean this bed?” she asked.
I lifted my hips, stroked my cock along her ass again. “You have a better imagination than that, I’m sure. We will not limit our fucking to a bed. I will give you what you need anytime. Any place.”
She squirmed on top of me. “And what do you need?”
“Do you wish to talk while you have me pinned to the bed or do you wish to fuck?”
Her eyes widened, then narrowed just before she pushed up onto her knees, hovering over me. Sliding back so the broad crown of my cock was at her slick entrance, she met my gaze, held it as she slowly worked her way down onto me.
She gasped as my hard length began to stretch her open, as the head breached her. Lifting back up, she eased off, then pressed down. An inch, then retreated. Lower, but another inch, then back. She fucked herself slowly onto me.
“Jesus, Mak,” she gasped, circling her hips, taking more and then more of me. “Do you ever end?”
It took a while for her to sit fully on my lap, to have my massive cock deep inside her. By then, my teeth were gritted, my molars dust. The metal of the headboard was bent from my grip and my control was close to snapping. I’d give her this. But only if she started to fucking move. My balls burned to fill her. My fangs ached to descend.
Every fiber of my being wanted her to move, to fuck herself on me. And when she did just that, placing her palms on my chest and lifting and lowering herself, I groaned. She was a sight to behold. The way she bit her lip and closed her eyes, giving over to the pleasure of me being inside her. Her breasts, while small, swayed slightly with her motions. Her waist was narrow, her hips wide. Her ass, fuck, I wanted to grip it in my hands and hang on. And the Hive integrations, the silvery hints of her new strength, only reminded me of how I could reduce her—once again—to the female within.
“I-I can’t come like this. I need more.”
I saw the frustration on her face mixed with her arousal.
“Touch yourself. That’s it. Yes. Put those fingers on that hard, little gem and rub it. Show me what feels good. Ride my cock and get yourself off. I promise that when you do, your pussy’s going to milk the cum right from my balls.
Maybe it was my dark words. Maybe it was the knowledge that I was right there with her, but she moved one hand down between us and she began to play. To circle and press as she began to fuck me faster, harder.
The combination had her inner walls clenching, squeezing me. The sound of her arousal was all I could hear over her ragged breathing.
“Mak!” she cried, coming all over me.
I did come then, her pussy milking the cum from me, just as I’d said. I couldn’t hold it back. There was no chance. The pleasure was intense, the feel of her wet heat too much. She was just too perfect.
The slats of the headboard ripped away, and I had her flipped onto her back, my cock still deep inside her as we continued to come. I didn’t let up, but fucked her hard, pushing us both into another orgasm.
Hells, I wasn’t done. It wasn’t the mating cock keeping me deep. It was this need, this obsession with Gwen. I needed it. I needed her.
“More,” I growled, echoing her earlier words.
When her eyes flickered open, she smiled. Her hands slid down my sides and to my ass, pulled me closer—if that were possible.
“More,” she repeated.
There would be no question, when we went to our mission meetings in the morning, that Gwen was marked and taken. Claiming her with my bite wasn’t necessary.
When she clawed at my back, her body shuddering as another orgasm ripped through her, her pussy pulsing and rippling around my cock like a hot fist, the Hyperion beast awoke. I couldn’t stop my fangs from descending, the urge to bite her so strong I buried them in the mattress as I pumped my seed into her yet again.
I wasn’t sane in that moment. I knew it. But the beast within didn’t care about rules or promises or honor. He simply wanted.
Gwen was mine. To fuck. To protect. To touch and pet and spoil. No one would fucking look at her if they wanted to keep breathing.
“Mak.” Gwen’s cry was sweet torment as she raised her hips beneath me, ankles locked behind my back, her incredible strength lifting us both up off the bed, driving my cock deep, demanding more.
I gave it to her. I gave her everything I could.
And the beast howled in pain. Denied his final claim. And with our agreement, denied anything more than right now. For this night would be it.