“This won’t be a full spanking because we don’t have time. I want to be balls deep inside you within two minutes. But you will know the feel of my hand, to know what will happen the next time you decide to run off to fight the Hive by yourself.”
Another spank landed.
“Got it?”
“Yes, sir,” I breathed. The sting was spreading, morphing into something different, something… primordial. A caveman claiming his woman. Well, this wasn’t a claiming, but it was going to be a good fucking. I was primed and ready. Needy. No doubt he could see my pussy was wet, practically dripping for him.
“Ah, I like the sound of that obedience.”
Looking over my shoulder at him, I could tell he liked it a lot. He wasn’t as restrained as I thought. His face was tense, but his gaze heated. Every line of his body screamed power. Even his cock, which stuck straight out from the dark nest of curls, ruddy, hard, pulsing. There was pre-cum slipping from the tip, eager for me.
“Please,” I whispered, hoping he’d fuck me. Now.
I needed it. The adrenaline was bleeding away and I needed it. Needed a release, needed to feel real. Human. Alive. I needed Mak.
He stepped up closer to the bed, hooked his right arm about my waist to pull me up so I was lifted completely off my knees. His cock prodded my entrance and he aligned his thighs to mine then thrust up in one hard stroke.
Impaled, I gasped, bucked. He didn’t give me time to adjust to his massive size. Just took. Controlled. Dominated. He pushed me away and pulled me to him like I weighed nothing. Fucked me. Filled me. The lower half of my body was in the air and I had no control, no traction, could only take what he gave me.
With a groan, he increased his pace, lifted my shoulders off the bed with his left hand, cupped my breast as he held my back to his chest. My head fell back against his shoulder. When I melted against him, he turned, walking us toward a smooth, cold wall. He pressed my body to the wall and moved both hands to the underside of my thighs, spreading me open, holding me up, fucking me from behind like he’d never get enough.
He fucked me like this, our bodies meshed together. Hard, wild. Rough.
The sound of flesh slapping filled the small room. The scent of fucking lingered in the air. My pussy quivered around him, not being given any time to adjust. My tender bottom was given no reprieve as his hips pressed into it over and over.
“You will come, mate.”
The idea of coming just because he commanded it would have been laughable. Before. I could barely come from a guy alone, not without some kind of stimulation of my clit. Especially like this. But I’d been primed, not just from the battle with the Hive, but the battle with Mak for dominance. Power. Control.
I might be powerful outside these walls, but here, now, his cock filling me hard and deep, unrelenting, filling me with his seed, he held the power. The harsh growl as he climaxed proved it.
And I was willing to give myself to him. Eager to surrender control, to stop fighting. Whatever he wanted to give me, I’d take. Whatever he asked, I’d give. Everything. And so I came. My scream bounced off the walls and loosened something in me, in my heart.
God, I wanted Mak. Forever. Even if it meant submitting to him. Because in the end, I was the one who received the greatest gift.
I forgot everything but him. The Hive, the governor, the Colony. Nexus 4 and even my blueness, the torture and pain. The war. I forgot everything outside the room because all that mattered was Mak.
* * *
Gwen, Hive Ship, Integration Chamber
“Come here, Mak.” I grabbed his hand and pulled him through the door into what passed as a mini Hive medical station.
The Coalition called them Integration Stations because these were the rooms where newly acquired biological specimens were fitted with new Hive integrations. A very diplomatic term for what the Coalition worlds considered torture chambers, the Hive who lived and worked on these ships considered their doctors and medical stations.
He stalled just outside the doorway. “I’m not going in there.”
“Yes, you are. I have a plan.”
He allowed me to pull him into the room without a fight, for which I was grateful. “This is our new medical unit, on our new ship, so you’d better get used to it.”
“I will use it when necessary,” he replied, his tone grim. “Other than that, I will never set foot in this room.”
“Fine.” I let him go and rummaged through several storage spaces until I found what I was looking for. With a happy smile, I walked back to my mate and held up the small glass specimen tube. “Bite the top of this.”
“What?”
“Bite into this. Stick one of those fangs through the seal and get some venom in there. I want to analyze it.” He took a step back from me, shaking his head. God, he was huge. And sexy. And so fucking hot I wanted to tear that armor off him and jump him again.