I spread my legs wide and his fingers pressed deep, the wet heat of our combined fluids brought a deeper growl from him as he filled me with two fingers and smeared his seed all over my pussy lips and thighs.
“When an Atlan goes into beast mode, his muscles can increase up to half again their size. His teeth appear to elongate as his gums retract and his mind becomes clouded in battle haze. Besides during mating, the haze usually comes when he is threatened, in battle, or when he is defending his mate.”
He lazily rubbed my clit with his thumb and my hips jerked involuntarily. “You went beast because I was there?”
“Yes.”
I stared at the ceiling trying to make sense of my new life as he played with my body, slowly bringing me back to life, making me ache for his cock yet again. God, his beast was going to fuck me? That huge, hulking brute who’d ripped the heads off Hive soldiers without breaking a sweat? What did that even mean, to be fucked by a beast? Was Dax truly going to be out of control? His mind gone? How big was he going to get? And why did the idea make me want to cross my legs and squeeze them to battle the rising heat in my body? My naughty little pussy wanted the beast’s cock, wanted my new lover to be a little out of control.
“It appears my mating instincts have definitely kicked in.”
Too embarrassed by the turn of my thoughts, I didn’t open my eyes when I asked, “What instinct is that?”
“I feel like a victor, like I’ve won a battle as I watch my seed sliding from your swollen and well fucked pussy. To see the plug preparing your ass for me. Your eyes are glassy and your body limp, and I wish to beat my chest and roar knowing that I’ve pleasured you completely, that my cock filled you so full you will still feel my possession in the morning.”
“Wonder of wonders, the male ego is the same everywhere,” I countered, too well pleasured to take offense. “On Earth that’s called being a caveman.”
He growled and my eyes flew open as he pinned me beneath him, his hard cock sliding into my still dripping pussy in one slow, easy stroke. He pinned my arms above my head on the bed and fucked me slowly, the slow burn turning to instant fire as I wrapped my legs around his hips and whimpered. His gaze was intense and focused, watching every flicker of my eyelids, every breath as he rode me, claimed me, fucked me. Gaze locked to mine, he thrust hard and said, “And do you have a caveman on Earth, my Sarah?”
I considered teasing him, but immediately thought better of it as he pulled out and slammed hard and deep, actually moving me on the bed with the force of his thrust.
“No. You’re the only caveman I’ve got.”
He growled, his words barely recognizable. “You are mine.”
Thrust.
“Mine.”
Thrust.
He fucked me until I was desperate to come, until the word please actually fell from my lips.
He held perfectly still, his cock deep inside me and waited for me to meet his gaze. “Say my name, Sarah.”
“Dax.”
My reward was a strong thrust of his hips and I gasped. He stilled, reached between us and brought the vibrator in my ass back to life.
“My name?”
Oh, God. We were going to play this game?
I tried to lift my hips; he simply pinned me to the bed with his greater weight. My arms were locked above my head, my breasts thrust up and on display for his pleasure. I was out of options.
“My name?”
“Dax.”
He moved then. My reward. His huge cock stretching me and stroking deep along the walls of my pussy, hitting that one special place that made me lose my mind. He didn’t have to ask again.
“Dax. Dax. Dax.”
“Good girl.” He smiled and gave me what I wanted. Before he was done with me, his name filled the room like a chant.
Chapter Eight
Dax