dragged my gaze from her pink lips, her lovely face, lower, where her full breasts were bare to my hungry gaze. She was shorter than an Atlan woman, but lush, her large breasts spilling over my hands as I cupped them and played with her pink nipples. Her body was full, round and so soft, so extraordinarily soft everywhere, her skin more supple than the most delicate flower petals in my sister’s garden.
Lowering my head, careful of the beast’s teeth, I claimed her mouth as I filled her pussy. Kissing her was incredible. Her tongue mated with mine, her flavor hot and spicy. It only made me want to taste her everywhere, to drop to my knees and lick up wet heat, taste her on my tongue.
And so I did. She whimpered when my cock slipped free and I dropped to my knees before her. My beast growled, missing the tight heat of her pussy. But the beast was no longer in control. I was. I was able to push back the wildness, the raging fever, to think and command my strength once more. I was still in beast mode, my body transformed into the giant warrior I needed to be to claim her properly.
“Mine.” The word was barely more than a growl as I placed my hands on her thighs and nudged her legs apart. I kept them there on her taut muscles as I breathed in her woman’s scent. I leaned in and ran my tongue along her slit, her whimper driving my mating fever to a new high.
But this time, the fire raging in my blood had an outlet. My mate was here. I was in control of my beast. This time, I would command my mate’s body to come over and over.
My beast growled as her flavor burst on my tongue. It was no longer angry, only eager for more. And so I worked her with my tongue, my lips, sucking and licking, laving her clit with attention, learning how she liked it, what made her hips shift, caused her breath to escape in mewling little pants.
I slipped a finger into her honeyed depths, finding that spongy little spot that set her off, had her screaming her pleasure as she writhed and rode my finger. My hand on her thigh held her still as I licked and flicked at her clit until she came down from her pleasure.
Only then did I kiss my way up her body, suckling one nipple and then the other, until I took her mouth once again. This time, she was soft and pliant, her kiss more languid desire than desperate need. I’d made her this way. I’d given her the orgasm she needed. And I’d do it again.
Grabbing the back of her thighs, I lifted her so she wrapped her legs about my waist. My cock slid right through her folds into her. Nothing was stopping me now. My beast and I were in sync. It was time to fuck, time to take, but the way she was crying out yes, yes, yes with each thrust, she wasn’t just giving. She was taking her own pleasure from my cock.
Her pussy clenched down on my cock like a fist as she came again, milking me, pulling me in deeper.
She was mindless now, her hands fisted above the restraints. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed. Her breasts bounced and swayed as I filled her. I could feel my orgasm building at the base of my spine, my balls tightening, my seed ready to burst forth.
Leaning down, I kissed her neck, licked her salty, sweaty skin. Breathed her in as she continued to come.
It was the rippling of her pussy that finished me off, that pushed the beast to thrust deep one last time and come. Pulse after pulse, I filled her with my seed. I growled out my pleasure, my eyes closed, my neck corded, every muscle in my body tense. My mind was lost to the exquisite pleasure that filled me, that I pumped into my mate.
She was mine. Fucked and marked. Cuffed. Claimed.
For the first time in days, I was eased. Soothed. The fever was gone and I was all Atlan with a contented beast well in hand. The wildness in my blood no longer paced and snarled, pushed and raged. It was content and sated, content that this woman’s scent, her arousal, coated and surrounded it. Content to hold our mate in our arms and sink into her soft body, buried in her gentle arms. For even as I thrust one last time, just to feel the firm pressure of her pussy squeezing my cock, she stroked me with her legs, her delicate little feet running up and down the back of my ass and thighs, as if she needed to touch me, to explore me as well.
Reaching up, I released the restraints about her wrists, let her arms drop as I continued to hold her against the wall, safe and secure in my arms. Her hands lifted immediately to my head and she buried her fingers in my hair, stroking me, petting me, letting me know she was all right and claiming me as her own. The knowledge that my cuffs were firmly about her wrists, that no one could take her from me, settled my beast as nothing else could have.
For the first time in a week, I was Commander Deek again. While I’d had thousands of warriors under my command in the Coalition Fleet, their obedience meant nothing when compared to this one woman’s willing submission. I had fought, and would have died for those warriors.
But for this woman, this stranger, my beautiful mate, I would do anything.
The cuffs around my wrist declared it to all of Atlan.
Man and beast, she owned me now.
***
Tiffani
Oh, my God. I’d never… I mean, I’d come before, but never like that. Holy shit. I tried to catch my breath, to let my mind catch up to what he’d done to my body. My body.
I clenched down on Deek’s cock, felt his seed slip around it and down my thighs. The feel of his hips pounding into mine, the grip of his hands against my bottom where he’d spanked me—
He’d spanked me!
And I’d loved it. All of it. He truly was an Atlan warrior, for he’d commanded me, with only a few words, to give over to his authority, to his control of my body. He wasn’t mindless about it. In fact, he’d been quite intent. When his cock filled me for the first time, I saw a shift in his eyes. They went from dark pools of animalistic need, completely blind to reality, to awareness. It was as if my body had relieved him of whatever ailed him.
I’d been told, time and again, that I was the only one to soothe his beast. Sarah had insisted I would have to seduce him, fuck him back to himself. But I doubted. Deep in my heart I’d still believed the true soothing would come from gentle words or perhaps a hand tenderly stroking his cheek, the running of my fingertips through his dark hair. But I hadn’t really understood. Dax had tried to warn me.
“He’s not human.”
No. My mate was not human. And his taming had come from a different kind of stroke, that of his cock deep inside my pussy. My surrender had been the medicine he’d needed.
God, did my pussy have special powers? Super-Pussy! I needed a cape or something to go along with my new superhero name. I couldn’t help but grin against his broad chest at the absurd idea.