As he backed me up against the hard rocks, his hands somehow spread out across my back, acting as a cushion, taking care of me even as he pushed forward, thrusting deep.
His cock stretched me open to the point of pain, the feel of it intense, the sharp sting settling into my nerves like hot coals, burning hotter and hotter, making me squirm and whine and want. “More.”
The beast chuckled but gave me what I wanted, pulling out and thrusting harder. Deeper. “Mine.”
I hung on for dear life as he fucked me hard and fast, thrusting in and retreating as I cried out, barely st
ifling a scream, and came all over his cock, my body fisting him, milking him, my pussy achy and hot and wanting.
I’d never come like that before. Never by a guy’s cock alone. I’d had to touch my clit with my fingers, circling it and usually it took some time. With Nyko, it had been seconds and my hands were gripping his forearms.
Instead of relief, the orgasm made me wild. My body didn’t calm, instead I rode the crest of another release, his big cock filling me, spreading me open, taking me. Yes, he took. He used me for his own pleasure, for his beast. He was big and dominant and demanding, and everything he did, every grunt and growl and hard thrust made me crazy with lust, twisting me into a knot that I needed him to unravel. “More, Nyko. God, more.”
I wasn’t afraid of his beast’s claims. I knew how this worked. He was rutting into me like an animal, out of control. Mating Fever rolling through his beast’s body with a relentless demand I understood all too well. But I wasn’t wearing mating cuffs. This wasn’t official. This was fucking. Pure and simple.
And amazing. Hot. So damn hot.
Lifting myself as high as I could, I pulled his mouth down to mine so I could kiss him as he filled me up. I mimicked what I wanted with my tongue, and he figured it out all too quickly, grinding into me in a matching rhythm until I feared the backs of his hands would be bleeding from where he crushed them into the wall behind me.
I gentled my kiss and he followed suit, his body slowing into a languorous, erotic dance that made me moan. He rubbed his rock-hard abs against me, making sure my clit was stroked with each thrust of his hips, building my pleasure again like a master, layer upon layer of want until I exploded.
This time, he caught my scream with his kiss, pumping into me, his cock jerking deep inside me as he filled me with his seed. Thanks to the Coalition doctors, I didn’t have to worry about pregnancy or disease, and I was free to enjoy the moment, enjoy him.
He held me for long minutes after he came, moving in and out of me slowly, gently, his cock still hard. I let him have his way, let him do whatever he wanted to my body. I was wrung out, done. Too many orgasms to wrap my head around.
If this was sex with a beast, sign me up.
His lips lingered, tracing patterns on my shoulders and neck. I lay quiet in his arms, unwilling to move just yet. He was wonderful. Amazing. And I wasn’t ready to give him up.
He held me there for a long time before carrying me to the side of the pool. He wrapped his arms around me, cock still deep inside. I was too tired to protest, and he felt too good to let go. I slept for a short time, not eager to move until faint light filtered into the cave, a sign that the planet’s moon rose over the unseen horizon. He didn’t seem inclined to release me, but eventually his arms loosened and his cock slipped from me. We both moaned at the separation. As I felt his seed slip from me, I could see his cock was still semi-hard. That had fit in me?
Wow. I was a champ.
Stifling happy laughter, I stepped into the water to clean up, but didn’t speak, my brain all sluggish and replete from that incredible bout of sex. God, if we did that again, I wasn’t sure if I would be able to function. I’d need days to recover.
Nyko followed me into the water and we were all business now. Once clean, we dressed and put on our weapons before sleeping. We knew enough from our training that when we were behind enemy lines, we had to be prepared for attack, even in sleep. Being naked and without an ion blaster was dangerous and plain stupid.
Still, dressed and ready for the enemy, he held me close, wrapped around me, made me feel safe. He was a man again, the beast who’d driven me mad with desire was gone. I missed that big brute, but the way Nyko was looking at me, possessive and filled with heat, I knew we’d be talking about this again later.
I was up for another round of hot sex, but I could promise him nothing beyond that. One, Doctor Moor was just waiting to finish my processing in the brides program. And two, I had to get to I.C. and get this Hive tech out of my head. I might not last another week with these circuits burning through my brain cells like a welding torch through aluminum foil. I could practically feel the neurons singeing and burning, curling up into little black ash.
Dramatic? Yeah. But I gave myself a pass. Who else had this brain-eating crap in their head? No one I knew. At least no one Doctor Helion told me about. Not that he would tell me anyway. That Prillon doctor had more secrets than sense.
My head was starting to hurt again, but I didn’t want to complain. The ache was barely there, and I needed sleep more than anything.
Nyko cupped my face with his big hand. “Sleep, Megan. I will take watch.”
Too tired to argue, I made sure the Nexus parts were within reach and curled onto my side on the hard stone floor. Nyko sat near me, facing away, toward the opening of the cave.
“Wake me in four hours. You need sleep, too.”
A grunt was his only response. I grinned and fell asleep in seconds, shocked by how wonderful it felt to have him here, watching over me. I trusted him with my life, trusted him to remain awake, alert and to keep me safe. And that was the closest thing to miraculous I’d experienced out here in space—other than that last orgasm.
I drifted into an exhausted sleep with a smile on my face. The next morning, when it was time to go to the extraction point, I stuffed the Nexus parts in my pack and followed Nyko out of the cave. He hadn’t woken me, but I saw no sense in bringing it up. He’d just grunt at me anyway.
The bodies were gone, Hive drones having recovered them in the night. The ravine was empty as we made our way down the cliff wall and onto the ground. Nyko went first, practically caging me with his body until I told him to give me some damn room. He didn’t relax until we were on the ground. We wore our helmets, weapons raised. Ready. He was in beast mode again and I didn’t argue or ask why. He was huge and I’d given up on conversation with him. He was monosyllabic at best. I worried since his beast should not be out. He was not mating or in combat. He should have been a man, but I’d heard rumors, stories of Atlans with Mating Fever who did not recover. Who stayed in beast mode and lost their minds and control. They were executed, like rabid dogs at the pound, and I did not want that for him.
But I could do nothing to help here other than fucking him, if needed, until his beast was soothed. If he truly did have Mating Fever, he would not be cured until he fucked his true mate, put mating cuffs about both their wrists and gave his beast to her. He needed to claim his true mate to be safe. And that wasn’t me.