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Her glorious heart-shaped ass was there, just waiting for my mark. I spanked her, the loud crack of it reverberating. She gasped, but it wasn’t hard at all. Still, my handprint instantly bloomed on her skin.

“Mak!” she cried, looking over her shoulder and glaring at me. While she looked none too pleased at being spanked, she wiggled her hips and there was heat in her eyes. Unmistakable need there, and making the soft lips of her pussy glisten with welcome.

“You want me to claim you. I am.” I lifted my chin. “I like seeing my handprint on you.”

“I want more than your hand,” she said, pouting, arching her back and thrusting her ass closer to me. “God, I… the serum might not harm me, but it makes me hot. Hot for you. Horny.”

My brow arched as I let go of her ankle. She wasn’t going to move now. No, she was needy. Eager. I understood that, my fangs dropping not only when I was riled, but when I was desperate to fuck.

Like now.

“Now you know how I feel,” I countered. I spanked her again, lightly.

She moaned, then gave me an order I could not refuse. “Strip, mate.”

Hastily, I shucked shirt, shoes, socks, everything except my pants. When I was done, she was on her knees facing me. Even with her on the bed, I was taller.

“Need help?” she asked, reaching out to undo my pants.

Fuck, she was gorgeous. Her hair tied long down her back. The rest of her bare. Perfect. From her silvery integrations to her pale, creamy skin. Those soft, small breasts with the rosy nipples, her narrow waist, broad hips, needy pussy.

I licked my lips, remembering her taste. My fangs seeped their serum and I tasted it on my tongue. Sharp, dark flavor coated my palate and it made my cock swell. My inner Hyperion knew it was time, that there would be no holding back. That I would finally sink my fangs into my perfect mate and make her mine.

“I will claim you, Gwen.” I moved her hands away as I opened the clasp on my pants myself. “There’s just one small thing.” Pushing the fabric down below my hips, I let my cock finally spring free. “Well, not a small thing.”

Gwen’s eyes dropped to my cock and I watched her response as it grew. And grew. My mating cock was ready to claim. To fuck. To fill. To finish.

* * *

Gwen

Holy shit. Like, seriously, holy shit. Mak’s cock was hard. And big. And long. And thick. And getting harder. And bigger. And longer. And thicker.

“Um, I don’t remember it being that big,” I said, staring. Ogling. Clenching my pussy in anticipation.

“This is what I wanted to tell you about,” Mak said and I glanced up at him. “You know about the Hyperion bite while mating, but I never told you about the Forsian mating cock.”

Mak didn’t need to grip the base to keep it upright and aiming right at me. No, the base of it was big, wide, like ridiculously so. Like porn star dildo size. A deep ruddy red, there were thick, bulging veins that ran up the impressive length. And the head, wow. It was broad, flared and I whimpered knowing it would slide over every single hot button I had inside me. It had taken a lot of work to get him inside me the first time; I’d been on top and I’d had to work myself up and down, taking my time to open for him.

But this…

I squirmed on the bed, my thighs slick with my need. That serum injection had been like a drug, an arousal hit unlike I’d ever felt before. My breasts became tender and achy, my nipples hard points. My pussy ached and clenched, eager to be filled. My clit swelled, became more sensitive and I knew I could come if Mak gave it just the slightest bit of attention.

But I hadn’t imagined… a mating cock.

“So it’s just bigger. Okay, I can handle that.”

With a hand placed between my breasts, he pushed me back. I fell onto the bed as he loomed over me. His hand grasped his huge Forsian cock and began to stroke. “It’s not just bigger. When a Forsian claims his mate, he slides his cock nice and deep—taking the time to get all of it inside her pussy—and then it locks in place.”

I frowned, but it was hard to follow what he was saying completely because he was gorgeous. A huge hulk of a male, his rippled chest bare and he was gripping a huge cock. His pants were open for it to jut out. The look of him was… virile. Arousing. He was so… male and he made all my female parts weep for him.

“Did you say lock?” I didn’t see any kind of Hive integration on his cock—and I’d had a chance to look at it very up close.

“It swells, catches inside your pussy. I’ll remain inside you until I’m done, female. Until I fill you with my seed. Until you are mine completely.”

I pushed up to my elbows, watching as a drop of pre-cum slipped from the small slit. “For how long?”

“Until the Forsian mating is done,” he replied. He pushed off his pants, stepped out of them and climbed onto the bed. I couldn’t help but watch his cock as it aimed right for me. I gulped.


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