Will you be mine?
I felt as if the air had left my lungs as I waited for her response. Seconds dragged like hours as she licked those lips, glanced at the cuffs, then at me, searched my eyes for something. Truth? Honesty? Desire? Whatever she wanted, it was there. I knew it was there, because something raw and powerful pulsed through my entire being. I was sure any fool could see it, and Megan was no fool.
“Yes, Nyko.”
Her voice was clear, no hesitation. Thank the gods, because my cock was about to explode.
I smiled, then opened one cuff and put it about her slender wrist. My fingers shook from the impact of the moment, my beast preening as I watched the cuff seal. The other went on easily and sealed as soon as the two edges touched. The pale silver base a striking contrast to her lovely dark skin.
“Mine.” It wasn’t the beast this time, but me, the Atlan warrior, the male, who said the one word.
Slowly, she shook her head, took my wrists and placed her hands over my cuffs. “No, mine.”
“Gods, yes, female. I’m yours.”
“What about your beast?” she asked, glancing down at my cock that curved up and touched my navel. Slick pre-cum slid over the flared head.
“He’s yours. And he’s ready to claim you.”
Megan grinned at me, wickedly. “What’s he waiting for?”
I almost came then and there, spurting my seed over her curved belly instead of deep inside her. I remembered the tight feel of her pussy as it clenched my cock when she came the night before. I remembered the way her body rippled and clenched, pulling me deeper and deeper. I remembered her breathy screams and wanted to coax them from her again.
But I hungered to taste her skin, her kiss, and her hot, wet pussy. My mouth watered to do so. Walking her backwards until her back was against the shower wall, I dropped to my knees again. This time, I hooked my hands behind her knees and lifted them so she sat atop my shoulders. Taking her by the waist, I held her aloft as her pussy hovered over my mouth.
“Mine,” my beast growled, just before I kissed the tiny patch of dark hair, a triangle that seemed to point the way to her swollen clit. I wanted to latch onto it, to suck and flick it, but first I had to taste her. Flattening my tongue, I slid over every inch of her wet flesh, exploring the extent of her arousal. My beast howled in pleasure, recognizing her flavor, loving it. Her scent was on me now, all over my mouth, my chin, even the tip of my nose. And as I shifted her body, sucking her sensitive nub with my lips and tongue, I slipped my fingers deep into her core. Curled them and made her cry out.
Yes, I loved that sound. I moved them again and her fingers tangled in my hair.
That was it. I needed her to come. Needed her soft and pliant, wet and eager for my cock. I was an Atlan warrior, a mate now, and she came first. In everything, including orgasms.
I wasn’t gentle with her. I wouldn’t sweetly coax my pleasure from her. No, my beast wouldn’t allow it. Not this time. I brought her to a ruthless climax, feeling her juices slide down my fingers, coat my palm. She screamed, her thigh quivering against the side of my head.
“Nyko, Nyko.”
When her orgasm faded, I didn’t wait. I stood, repositioning her so her back was pressed to the wall. She wrapped her legs about my waist as best she could and my cock aligned perfectly. The soft swells of her breasts pressed into my chest.
Taking her hands, I held them in one of mine, lifting them up over her head. My fingers encircled her cuffs, held her perfectly poised over me. Just the feel of them in my hold, knowing they were on her, that I was about to sink my cock into my mate, was incredible. I would remember this moment the rest of my life.
Or perhaps not.
The beast rushed through me, pushing me out of the way, claiming what belonged to him now.
Megan was my mate, but it was the beast who needed her now, needed to fuck and taste and play, coat her body in his scent and his seed.
“Mine.”
Megan laughed at the barely coherent word, the sound filled with happiness and trust. She wasn’t afraid of me like this, monstrous and huge and hanging onto my control by a thread. Arms over her head, trapped by my beast, she simply shifted her hips and rubbed her body against me in invitation. “Mine, Nyko. You’re mine.”
With one thrust of my hips, I filled her until I could go no deeper. She moved up the wall from the impact, her head angling back, her wet hair clinging to the wall in a web of dark strands against the lighter tiles. Gods, I’d never felt anything like it. Yes, I’d fucked her once before. It had been wild and carnal, just like this. She’d been pliant and responsive, just like this. She’d been everything I’d ever wanted, just like this.
But it was different now. So completely and utterly different. This time, when I held myself still deep inside her, I was buried in my mate. When her breath fanned over the wet skin of my neck, it was her breath. When I felt her heartbeat against my chest, it was hers. When I dug my fingers into the soft curve of her ass, she was mine. This female, this alien from Earth, was my perfect mate. And it felt that way. Perfect. Forever. This was forever.
My beast drove me now. I’d gotten my cuffs on her, but now it needed to claim her, fuck her, fill her, mark her. And so while I uttered mine every time I pulled out and plunged in again, it was me merging with my beast, taking her together.
“Nyko, oh my god, I’m going to come again.” Her fingers clawed at my arms, as if she had to hold on to something to keep her from floating away. She wasn’t going anywhere. I had her pinned to the wall, settled deeply on my cock. And yet she pulled me even closer.
I felt her walls clenching my cock first, then felt her nails break the skin of my arms with her own voracious need. I heard her moan followed by a throaty wail. My beast roared in triumph as she came all over my cock. It couldn’t take any more. Couldn’t hold back a second longer. My pleasure built at th