Before I could blink, I was backed against the wall, his large body pressing me close and holding me in place. “Cuffs. Mate.”
A rush of exhilaration shot through me when he recognized the cuffs, understood the significance of them. When he leaned down and ran his tongue along my neck, my collarbone, between my cleavage, like he was feasting on my body, I sighed, relieved and very, very aroused. Up close, he was even bigger than I’d imagined. I wasn’t a short woman and was never considered small. I felt dwarfed by him, feminine. Even his cock was big. God, his hard cock was like an iron branding the skin of my stomach.
He lifted my hands above my head and secured both of my wrists in a strong grip, his much larger cuffs dangling from my grip, but I would not let go. I needed him to wear the cuffs, to put them on his wrists.
The metal cuffs struck one another, the ringing sound of metal striking metal distinct in the warm air. With my arms above my head and his massive body before me, I was trapped, completely at his mercy. God, I really, really hoped I hadn’t just made the biggest mistake of my life.
“Mate.” He took his cuffs from my hand, held my arms trapped with one hand and lifted the cuffs up between us with the other.
I nodded my head against the hard wall, offered a breathy, “Yes.”
Arms stretched above my head, I was on display, my ample breasts thrusting forward, cushioning his enormous chest. I couldn’t answer, not without my voice cracking with pain. He was so damn beautiful, so big and fierce and perfectly formed. The moment I’d seen him, I wanted him.
He lifted his head, his harsh breathing the only sound in the sterile space. I opened my eyes, tilted my chin up, to find the beast watching me intently.
“Need,” he growled. “Fuck you.”
Shocked, I realized he was asking for permission. This beast of a man was actually asking for permission. Even in his fevered, wild state, he was making me consent. My hands were restrained, but I knew he’d release me, let me go if I had changed my mind. And that made me even hotter and wetter for him. I’d been hot for him since that crazy dream in the bride processing center. I licked my lips, my breath hitching. But he didn’t want to mate me, only fuck. Well, if nothing else, I was about to get the ride of a lifetime.
His cock was hard and hot, pressed between us and suddenly I wanted nothing more than to wrap my legs around his waist and take him for a ride. He was my mate and I wasn’t going to deny that, no matter how much he did. I could fuck him now, hopefully soothe the beast, then make him see reason when his mind was clear.
“Yes,” I breathed. “I want you inside me.”
I did. I needed this so badly.
He growled and turned me to face the wall, just like I’d been in my dream. He released his hold on my wrists but when I tried to move, I could not pull my arms free, the golden cuffs now locked somehow to a metal device in the wall I’d not noticed before. Tugging, there was no give. I was the prisoner now.
Even with his cuffs in his hands, he easily stripped the dress from my body, letting it pool at my feet. The cool air of the room only made the heat emanating from him only that much hotter. I felt it against my back.
I waited, expecting him to position his cock at my core and thrust deep. Instead, Deek’s hands roamed my body, cupping and teasing my heavy breasts, massaging my thighs and ass. His firm touch explored every inch of me, from the top of my smallest toe to the curve of my stomach, the arch of my brow, and all the while a low rumble built in his chest, the sound exciting me until wet welcome coated my thighs. My pussy was so hot it throbbed with each beat of my heart, the thumping need making me desperate to be filled, desperate for release.
“Do it already,” I commanded, out of patience. I’d transported across the galaxy to save this man, and now he wanted to play touchy-feely when I was so empty I wanted to sob. I’d never been like this before, never needed or wanted so desperately. “God, please. Just fuck me.”
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Fire raced through my bloodstream as his firm hand landed on my bare ass, the crack of the fast, fiery spanking making me shudder, first with shock, then with need. “Deek!” I cried. “What are you doing?”
I looked over my shoulder and watched as his palm lifted and spanked again and again.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
“No orders.” He struck the opposite side of my bare bottom and I wilted like an orchid on hot asphalt.
No orders. From what Dax said, he was a commander, a leader of his own battalion of warriors. He liked to be in charge, and it seemed that pertained to me, too. I melted under his command, something inside me erupting to wrestle control of my body away from my mind, to submit. I was trapped, completely at his mercy, and the knowledge made my body surrender to his will utterly and completely.
With a whimper, my legs collapsed and I hung from the bands around my wrists. Instantly, he lifted me, taking my weight. With a strength I’d never dared imagine in a man, he turned me in his arms to face him.
“Mine.”
He stared down into my eyes as he lifted me. I was naked and he shifted, the broad head of his cock nestling at my entrance. Without delay, he filled me, slowly, opening me wide, then thrusting deep.
Chapter Five
Commander Deek
My head cleared as my cock sank into her soft body, as if a swirling fog had been lifted. Was her slick arousal the antidote to the fever as everyone said? Was it just the hot, tight feel of her that eased my beast, tempered its need? I would discover the reasoning later. Now, now she was perfect in my arms, her softness like a balm to my beast’s rage. And she was soft everywhere, from her large breasts to the fullness of her ass and thighs. So soft, I felt as if I melted into her, was welcomed by her in a way no other had ever accepted me before.
I stared down into her passion-filled green eyes and knew she was not from my world. She was human, like Dax’s little mate.
Mate.
The beast liked that word, liked the scent of her, the feel of her skin, the taste of her, the tight feel of her pussy. I wanted to savor every inch of her perfect body, but the beast would not relinquish control.
He was angry at being pent up and imprisoned, refusing to give in until he’d fucked her and filled her with his seed.
Tiffani.
I didn’t know how she’d gotten here, or what insanity had inspired her to come inside my containment cell.
The beast didn’t care. He wanted to fuck. And based on the glazed look in the female’s eyes, so did she. Gods, so did I. She was mine. The cuffs on her wrists proved it. I would recognize my family’s pattern in the metal anywhere. I would question how she came to wear them later. So many questions.
For now, she wore my cuffs and that meant she’d chosen to do so. She’d chosen to be mine. Chosen my seed to fill her and bond her to me.
Mine.
I gripped the metal cuffs that had heated in my firm grip, their presence offering me a sense of hope, of calm. While the beast wanted to fill her with seed and mark her, I needed to make her mine as well. Let her see that I was choosing her just as readily. While my cock was nestled deep inside her, indicating that my beast wanted her, I opened one cuff and I wrapped it about my wrist, the seal closing automatically. I felt it tighten and become snug as I put on the other.
Awareness flowed through me. It wasn’t a mental bond like the Prillons had with their mates. It was elemental. The knowledge that this Earth female and I wore the same cuffs, that we could not be separated without pain, without fucking and mating, was heady. Crucial. Life or death.
I knew it, somehow. Deep down. I didn’t need my beast to prowl and pace, to nudge me into her, to nuzzle her neck and scent her. To lick her skin and taste her. To fuck and fill her.
She was mine, and my beast’s. Her eyes flared with awareness, of acceptance and she clenched down on my cock, her pussy almost weeping with her copious arousal.
I
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.
Deek carefully lowered my legs and slipped from me. I couldn’t help but hiss at the slight ache. My body was not accustomed to being fucked—it had been a long time. I’d also never taken such a big cock, had one so skillfully used before. I wasn’t complaining. The twinge of discomfort only made me feel more feminine, more powerful.
Without another word, Deek lifted me in his arms as if I weighed nothing, and carried me to his large bed. There, he laid me down and wrapped his arms around me, the giant beast at my back making me feel safe and secure. Nothing would reach me while I was with him. Nothing would hurt me. He was mine.
And I was his now.
He nuzzled my neck and pulled my back to his chest, his body wrapped around me, his back to the force field and the camera at the front of the cell. As his heat sank into my body I realized just how exhausted I was. Between the flight to the bride processing center, my arrival at Dax and Sarah’s castle, and anxiety over how this meeting with my mate would go, I was so tired I could barely keep my eyes open.
“Sleep.”
And just as my body obeyed when he touched me, my eyes drifted closed and I slipped away to dream.
* * *
Tiffani
I woke slowly, so warm, so comfortable, that I didn’t want to move. A hard cock pressed to my ass, sliding over my pussy lips in a slow, heated glide. When Deek lifted my leg up, behind me, over his hip, I did not resist. Nor did I resist the har
d thrust of his cock filling me from behind. His huge cock spread me open, his hand like an iron band around my thigh, holding me open for him.
The hand on my thigh slipped lower, kneading the soft roundness of my abdomen with a low rumble that made my pussy slick with a fresh rush of need.
I heard a rumble from Deek’s chest just before a blunt finger slid lower, through the wet folds of my pussy to rub my clit as he fucked me slowly, thrusting in and out of my body as if he had hours to tease me, fuck me, make me beg.
I could smell our combined essence, the mixture of my body’s wetness and his seed where it smeared on the insides of my thighs. He rubbed the wetness into my skin, as if marking me with his scent. Once he appeared to be satisfied, he shifted his attention to my breasts, cupping one full lobe with his huge hand, running his thumb over the hardening peak of my nipple. I gasped as his cock thickened inside me at the carnal touch.
“Who are you, Tiffani?” Deek asked, his voice deep and rough in my ear, but a man’s voice.
Turning to look over my shoulder, I glanced up at him—way up, for he was so much taller—and saw that he was smaller, his shoulders not quite as broad, his face, his terrifying teeth now looked almost… normal. Big, larger than any man I’d ever known, but no longer quite so frightening. His eyes, a deep forest green rimmed with gold, seemed to be enthralled by his actions, by watching my body’s heated response to his touch.
“My name is Tiffani Wilson. I’m twenty-seven. I’m from Earth.” Uncertain of what he expected me to say, I started rambling. “My dad was a cop.”
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