I did what he commanded and came, my back arching, my knees coming up and squeezing his hips. I milked his cock, my inner walls rippling around him, coating him with my arousal that never seemed to stop.
Hooking a hand behind my knee, he lifted and adjusted the angle, drove home and stiffened above me. His face looked pained, his face reddening, the muscles in his neck taut. A groan ripped from his throat as I felt his cock pulse, the seed hot as it coated me. Marked me.
He pulled out and sat back, his cock still just as hard, just as angry red, but now glistened in my wetness and his seed.
“You’re—”
“Not done,” he replied, his eyes were passion-filled and looking directly at me, as if I was prey and he was about to pounce. Gripping my hip, he flipped me onto my belly, tugged back so I came up on my knees.
Before I could look over my shoulder, a hand came down on my bottom with a loud crack.
“Roark!” I cried, not in anger, but surprise.
Glancing at him, he grinned, although it was feral. “That’s for being too hot. Too sexy. Too damn perfect for my cock. Look at you.”
He kept his hand on my hip, securing me in place, although I had no intention of going anywhere.
“I love seeing my chain dangle from your breasts, my handprint pink on your ass, your pussy all swollen and well used, my seed dripping from it.”
He spanked me again. “I told you I was the one in control.”
He shifted, aligning himself up with me again, then pushed in. His passage this time was eased by his copious seed.
“More,” he said, his voice deep. “You will give me everything.”
I closed my eyes, reveled in the hot feel of him, the stretch, the fullness. “More,” I repeated, wiggling my hips, then pushing back against him.
That afforded me another swat to the butt, but this time I just tensed, then savored the feel of the sting as it morphed into heat.
It was too much. He was too much. Reaching between my legs, I found my clit and began to rub it. I just needed that little bit, and while I had every confidence in Roark to make me come on his own, I was greedy. He said as much.
“So needy for your pleasure. You can’t wait, can you?”
He continued to fuck me, his need hadn’t waned even after coming once already. In fact, he thrust his hips with more vigor now. I was with him every step of the way and I wanted that third orgasm.
Now.
Rubbing and circling my clit, I came, the feel of his cock my undoing. He was my undoing.
Perhaps it was how I milked him once again, perhaps he got off on spanking my ass and seeing it turn red. Perhaps he was just horny, but he came directly after me.
As soon as he released my hip, I slumped down on the robe, wilted. Done. Glancing over my shoulder at him, I saw how he looked at my pussy, put his fingers there and collected the seed that had begun to slip out and work it back into me.
“Mine,” he said again, taking hold of the chain and gently tugging. I hissed at the pleasurable pain. “You carry my chain. Your scent is mixed with mine now. You’re coated and marked by my seed. No one will ever take you from me. You’re my mate now, Natalie. My life. You’re mine.”
He continued to tug as if waiting for something. I nodded and whispered, “Yes.” Only then did he let the warmed chain drop to my damp skin.
He lay down beside me and gathered me into his arms. I went willingly, never so content in my life. I loved everything about this man, his gruff manner, his dirty talk, the way he touched me. But most of all, I loved knowing I mattered to him. After years of cold, uninterested parents, and a lukewarm relationship with my fiancé, feeling cherished and wanted, adored…it was heaven.
He wrapped his arms around me and stroked my back with gentle hands. I felt like I was being petted, treasured, and I was, in that moment, eternally grateful to the Interstellar Brides Program. They’d promised me a perfect match. And, lying here in his arms, I couldn’t argue with their process. Roark was mine. And I was never going back to the empty life I’d had before.
This was my home now. Roark, with his wild fucking and remarkable tenderness. He was my home. And soon, I would no doubt be pregnant with our first child. I was going to have a mate who loved me, who adored me, who fucked me like a wild man, and a baby, too. A baby, to hug and kiss and cuddle.
My heart hurt, it was so full of hope and dreams and contentment.
I smiled, my head nestled against his chest and wrapped my arms around him. “You’re mine, too, Roark.”
He squeezed me, his hand drifting from the curve of my bottom to my shoulder. I had a suspicion that Trion mates didn’t say that to their masters, but I felt it, felt that I was as much his as he was mine. And I told him so, not afraid of him or his more demanding ways. We’d been matched, the te