God, I’d never once thought sex could actually be fun.
His deep voice rumbled through me as he cupped my breast, kneading the soft mass in his huge hand. “Do you accept my challenge, or should I stop?”
“Stop what?”
“Fucking you.”
Oh, hell no. “Don’t stop.”
“Then, please, tell me more.”
“My dad had a heart attack when I was fourteen. My mom started drinking and I barely finished high school before she kicked me out.”
“That is not honorable.”
I sighed. “She was broken. It was a rough few years, but we got over it. She’s gone now, too.”
“You were alone on your Earth?”
“Yes.” Alone didn’t even begin to describe the long, lonely nights after a hard day’s work. The back-stabbing, skinny bitches at the diner talking shit about me even though I worked circles around them. Watching my friends from high school go off to college, get married and start having kids. The mean comments I got for being big when I went shopping, or walked down the street. Alone? Isolated? Lonely? Yeah. You could say that.
His touch gentled and he stroked my stomach, petting me as if trying to take my pain. I had to admit, it was totally working and I melted into his body, completely relaxed, languid as he took me, filled me, made me feel like I was important, beautiful. Loved.
A tear slid, hot and wet, down my cheek into the sheets and I ignored it, biting my lip to stop the coming flood. I had no idea feeling loved would hurt this much.
He prompted me out of my silence. “What did you like to do on Earth?”
“I was a waitress.” I had no idea if he would know what that meant, so I clarified. “I served people food.”
“A caregiver. I am not surprised. Did you enjoy this work?”
I choked on my laughter. “No. Not really.”
“Then you will not do that work here.”
Just like that, as if he could solve all of my life problems with his will alone. At the moment, I didn’t care about any of that. My body was spiraling higher and higher. My core was so sensitive, so swollen, that each stroke of his cock was like a jolt of electricity through my body. I needed him to focus here. Enough talking. I tightened my inner muscles and felt a small shudder pass through the massive muscles of his chest where they pressed to my back. So, I did it again.
“I’m… I’m your matched mate, Deek. You’re mine.”
“Mine.” His deep growl sounded much more like beast than man.
Yes! His fingers moved to my other nipple and I watched as he lowered his head, gently licking my shoulder, burying his nose in my hair, breathing me in as his hand slid back down to my clit, teasing me with a gentle exploration that I had no hope of resisting.
He stroked my clit, plucked my nipples, rubbed my body without hesitation, learning every inch of me, branding me as his, all as his cock thrust deep, in and out, fast, then slow. And every moment he watched me as if fascinated.
My orgasm rolled through me out of nowhere, my body languid and relaxed in his hands one moment, lost to the fire of my orgasm the next. And still he watched, his fingers relentless now, forcing another orgasm from my sated body as he thrust hard and deep, his pace lost to frantic thrusting that pushed me over the edge as he came deep inside me, his seed coating my pussy with his claim.
He held me still, trapped in front of him as our breathing returned to normal. I lay with his cock still inside me, his massive frame making me feel protected and feminine, wanted.
And still, a question burned through the sensual haze fogging my brain. A very important question. “Are we mated now? Are you… is your beast… are you all right?”
The harsh light from the cell reflected off the metal locked around his wrist and I lifted my hand to grip his cuff. He lifted his head from my shoulder and our eyes met. “Yes, we are mated now. My seed filled you while I was in beast form. The family cuffs are on our wrists. There is no question as to that. But how did you get here?”
“I can answer that.”
Deek moved quickly, too quickly for me to comprehend, sliding his cock from my body and shielding my nakedness from the man who’d answered Deek’s question.
“Dax,” Deek said.