Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Fire raced through my bloodstream as his firm hand landed on my bare ass, the crack of the fast, fiery spanking making me shudder, first with shock, then with need. “Deek!” I cried. “What are you doing?”
I looked over my shoulder and watched as his palm lifted and spanked again and again.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
“No orders.” He struck the opposite side of my bare bottom and I wilted like an orchid on hot asphalt.
No orders. From what Dax said, he was a commander, a leader of his own battalion of warriors. He liked to be in charge, and it seemed that pertained to me, too. I melted under his command, something inside me erupting to wrestle control of my body away from my mind, to submit. I was trapped, completely at his mercy, and the knowledge made my body surrender to his will utterly and completely.
With a whimper, my legs collapsed and I hung from the bands around my wrists. Instantly, he lifted me, taking my weight. With a strength I’d never dared imagine in a man, he turned me in his arms to face him.
“Mine.”
He stared down into my eyes as he lifted me. I was naked and he shifted, the broad head of his cock nestling at my entrance. Without delay, he filled me, slowly, opening me wide, then thrusting deep.
Chapter Five
Commander Deek
My head cleared as my cock sank into her soft body, as if a swirling fog had been lifted. Was her slick arousal the antidote to the fever as everyone said? Was it just the hot, tight feel of her that eased my beast, tempered its need? I would discover the reasoning later. Now, now she was perfect in my arms, her softness like a balm to my beast’s rage. And she was soft everywhere, from her large breasts to the fullness of her ass and thighs. So soft, I felt as if I melted into her, was welcomed by her in a way no other had ever accepted me before.
I stared down into her passion-filled green eyes and knew she was not from my world. She was human, like Dax’s little mate.
Mate.
The beast liked that word, liked the scent of her, the feel of her skin, the taste of her, the tight feel of her pussy. I wanted to savor every inch of her perfect body, but the beast would not relinquish control.
He was angry at being pent up and imprisoned, refusing to give in until he’d fucked her and filled her with his seed.
Tiffani.
I didn’t know how she’d gotten here, or what insanity had inspired her to come inside my containment cell.
The beast didn’t care. He wanted to fuck. And based on the glazed look in the female’s eyes, so did she. Gods, so did I. She was mine. The cuffs on her wrists proved it. I would recognize my family’s pattern in the metal anywhere. I would question how she came to wear them later. So many questions.
For now, she wore my cuffs and that meant she’d chosen to do so. She’d chosen to be mine. Chosen my seed to fill her and bond her to me.
Mine.
I gripped the metal cuffs that had heated in my firm grip, their presence offering me a sense of hope, of calm. While the beast wanted to fill her with seed and mark her, I needed to make her mine as well. Let her see that I was choosing her just as readily. While my cock was nestled deep inside her, indicating that my beast wanted her, I opened one cuff and I wrapped it about my wrist, the seal closing automatically. I felt it tighten and become snug as I put on the other.
Awareness flowed through me. It wasn’t a mental bond like the Prillons had with their mates. It was elemental. The knowledge that this Earth female and I wore the same cuffs, that we could not be separated without pain, without fucking and mating, was heady. Crucial. Life or death.
I knew it, somehow. Deep down. I didn’t need my beast to prowl and pace, to nudge me into her, to nuzzle her neck and scent her. To lick her skin and taste her. To fuck and fill her.
She was mine, and my beast’s. Her eyes flared with awareness, of acceptance and she clenched down on my cock, her pussy almost weeping with her copious arousal.
I