I kept it up until she was writhing, begging me to let her come.
And then I stopped with it deep inside her.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
“Who do you belong to?”
“You.”
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
“Say my name, Tiffani. I want to hear my name from your lips. I want you to know who is fucking you, who is pumping this hard rod into your ass, who is spanking you, worshipping you.”
“Deek. Deek. Deek.”
My name was a chant on her lips and I continued, fucking her and spanking her until she went limp, shaking and desperate. Completely at my mercy. Mine to do with as I pleased. Her surrender complete.
The sight soothed both man and beast, and suddenly I couldn’t wait to give her exactly what she wanted, to reward her for trusting me to take care of her, to give her what she needed.
“Do you want to come?”
“Please.”
I pulled the toy from her body, freeing her for me. My mouth. My fingers. My hard cock.
I turned her over onto her back, lifted her and settled her once more on the edge of the tub. As before, I placed her feet to the sides, spreading her open for me. My gaze inspected every inch of skin, every freckle and curve, the lovely pink folds surrounding her core, the deep, dark chasm that waited, eager and empty, for my tongue or my cock. At the moment, I was having a very hard time deciding which to give her first.
She did not move, simply watched me and waited, submissive, defenseless, trusting.
My cock jerked beneath the water and my heart ached inside my chest. I’d never dreamed to see that expression, a surrender so complete, on the face of any woman.
My mate. Gods, she truly was perfect.
“Now, where were we?”
Her eyes were closed and she leaned her head back on the wall, accepting of whatever I would do to her body. She licked her lips, then spoke. “You were about to ravish me and make me forget everything and everyone but you.”
I couldn’t help my very possessive grin. “Exactly.” I lowered my mouth to her pussy and thrust my tongue deep, claiming her in the most elemental way I could. Her gasps of pleasure, the wetness coating my tongue were all the encouragement I needed as I feasted on her feminine core. I used fingers and tongue, lips and teeth, tugging and sucking until I learned what made her gasp, hold her breath, shiver.
I slid two fingers into her pussy, fucking her as I sucked her clit, eager to push her to orgasm, to make her lose control. The tight center of her bottom beckoned, and I slowly worked a third finger inside her there, determined to claim her completely, everywhere.
“Mine,” I whispered when she shifted to escape the new sensation.
“Deek!”
“Mine.”
She settled and I resumed my assault on her clit, fucking her harder and faster with my hands as I increased the pressure and rhythm of my tongue. I worked her body until she screamed, the walls of her pussy fluttering in helpless spasms over my fingers.
Before it was over, I rose from the water onto the steps to align my cock with her eager pussy, then plunged deep, buried myself in the still pulsing heat of her.
I let the beast take over now that she’d found her pleasure, thrusting hard and deep, fucking her up against the wall like a wild thing as she tugged at me, pulling my hair, insisting I fuck her harder.
Faster.
Deeper.
I fucking loved her dirty talk, loved the way her cream coated my cock, the way her soft body jiggled with each solid lunge of my hips.
When she came again, her pussy tightening on me like a fist, I finally let myself come, coating her with my scent, my seed.
The man in me insisted I would bathe her after, but the beast was in charge.
When he was done with her, he carried her to bed and held her, relished the idea of our child already taking root in her womb, our seed buried deep, our scent coating her lips, her pussy, her thighs.
***
Tiffani, one week later
“Do Atlans even have parties like this?” I asked Sarah.
It had been a week since Deek was cured of the mating fever. Days alone in his house and days of fucking. My body was sore in all the right places from his very ardent and eager attentions. It seemed he was as insatiable as I was.
The only reason he let me dress was because Sarah had banged on the front door, impatient to plan the event.
“It’s not an engagement party, since you’re already mated. It’s not a wedding reception, since they don’t have weddings,” she replied. “But they do hold mating celebrations. I asked.”
We were in Deek’s kitchen—my kitchen, too, but I was not used to the idea—and Sarah was showing me how to cook using the odd machines. There was no fridge or blender or toaster. It was all different and I was thankful she understood my complete confusion. She’d come to Atlan from Earth only a short time ago.
Yes, we seemed to have servants constantly underfoot. But if I got the munchies in the middle of the night, it would be really embarrassing to have to wake someone up to make me a snack. And I wasn’t used to sitting around all day doing nothing. I’d worked fifty hours a week for years now and as much as I loved staying in bed with Deek, I was going to have to find something else to do. And party planning? Not really my thing.
“A mating reception? Everyone’s just going to be celebrating that we… we slept together. That’s it. It seems weird. It’s too much.” I picked up my mug of coffee to hide my embarrassment. Well, it was as close to coffee as they had on Atlan with dark beans from some plant I forgot the name of. Sarah had shown me how to make it, to add sweetener to it so it wasn’t bitter. “And I don’t know anyone here.”
“You are mated, Tiff, and everyone knows how that happens.” Sarah rolled her eyes and then laughed at me. “Seriously, it’s no different than a wedding reception on Earth. How many brides are still virgins these days? The whole virginal white dress thing is a joke. With an Atlan, the fucking is the wedding. Now you get to have the party.”
“Yes, but we aren’t married. We just had sex. It seems weird to be having a party for it.”
“A mating is more important than a wedding, Tiffani. There is no such thing as divorce here, or changing your mind. These guys mate for life.”
I felt uncomfortable with the idea, just as I had days ago when Deek and I first talked about it. He didn’t seem to be concerned, saying he was happy to show me off, to make the other warlords jealous. Of course, he didn’t have a modest bone in his body. He was actually proud that I’d broken into his jail cell and fucked his brains out.
I, too, was proud of what I’d accomplished, but I wasn’t proud of what I’d had to do. I’d gone into a cell with a complete stranger and had sex with him.
To Deek, my actions were practically a badge of honor. I’d claimed him and then he’d restrained me and claimed me in return. Oh, and how he’d claimed me every day since! Knowing I liked to be tied up, he’d used the sash on my robe on more than one occasion to bind my hands together behind my back when he took me, or restrain me to the headboard of our bed.
Deek was inventive and very thorough. My nipples tightened just thinking about it.
“I know that look,” Sarah said with a grin. She pulled a plate from a wall unit that had food on it, steam rising from the top. It smelled good, but it was nothing I’d ever seen before and I stared at the concoction she placed in front of me. Deek had served me food, obviously, but I hadn’t paid much attention to it, for he’d been naked each and every time. But with Sarah serving—
“Goju root. You’ll like it,” she said, returning to the machine to get a plate of her own.
I pursed my lips and stared at the purple-colored vegetable. I only tasted it after she sat down and placed a forkful of her own inside her mouth.
My eyes widened at the sweet taste. “It tastes like… potatoes… with butter!”
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Sarah pointed her fork at me. “Exactly!” She chewed and swallowed. “The party will be tomorrow night. Dax isn’t keen on having it at our house, but only because he’s never done it before. I assured him that he would be fine.” She leaned in and whispered, as if her mate were nearby to overhear. “Atlan warlords aren’t big partiers.”
“Do I want to know how you assured him?” I waggled my eyebrows.
It was Sarah’s turn to flush.
“You’ll meet some Atlans and make friends. There will be other warriors’ wives and of course, Tia. I think she’s Deek’s cousin twice removed or something.”
I took another bite of the goju root. “Deek mentioned her and a few others who will be there. Her father, too. Angle or something.”
“Engel Steen. Dax said he’s a bigwig, in charge of all the supplies that go off world. He’s rich, too. Fought in the Hive wars for a long time before he came home. Tia’s his daughter. Apparently, Tia and Deek were promised to each other when they were kids, but then Deek never came back from the war in all those years, only being promoted and elected up the ranks. And when he finally did, he was in mating fever. Engel really wanted Tia to mate Deek, but Deek refused and Tia probably knew then that she wasn’t his mate—if she wasn’t aware of it before. Then you showed up.”
“And ruined his master plan?” I put my fork down and took a drink of wine. Atlan didn’t want for wine, which was great. It softened moments such as these when I wanted to take the fork in my hand and stick it in Tia’s eye. I hadn’t even met her, but I was insanely jealous of her having the slightest interest in Deek. Perhaps I had an inner beast of my own.
Sarah snorted. “I don’t think trying to force an Atlan warlord, an elected field commander, no less, to do anything he doesn’t want to do, is a master plan.”
“What do you mean, elected? Don’t they just get promoted, like normal soldiers?”
Sarah shook her head. “No way. The Atlans are hardcore badasses. If some puny human or Trion commander tried to give them orders on the battlefield, they’d probably get their heads ripped off. I saw Dax in action with the Hive. They’re fucking scary when they fight.”
“So, they elect their commanders?”
“Yep. And Deek was a commander over thousands of warriors. Which is why he’s famous now, and super-rich.”
Based on his house, it did seem that way, but Deek didn’t seem to be one to flaunt it. Of course, I hadn’t even left the house with him yet. Still, I’d struggled to get by after my parents died, spent my entire life living paycheck-to-paycheck. It was reassuring to know I didn’t have to kill myself working at a deadbeat job for an asshole boss any longer.
“And every Atlan woman on the planet is going to hate my guts,” I grumbled, poking at my Atlan potato substitute.
“Who cares? He wanted you.” She took another bite, studying my sullen expression as she chewed her food, then swallowed. “They paraded a lot of women through that prison, Tiffani. He rejected every single one of them. Dax said Tia went down there multiple times. He just didn’t want her. He wanted you.”
“I still don’t like her,” I replied.
Sarah laughed. “I feel sorry for her. She’s actually pretty nice… and harmless.” Sarah’s smile faded and I paid attention as she continued. “I don’t think she really wanted him, either. She just didn’t want him to die.”
“That’s… nice.” It was, but a hollow fear seized me at how close Deek came to being executed and that made me like her more and want to like her even less all at the same time. “Yeah, well, I saved him and he’s not going to die.”
“Damn straight.” Sarah picked up her wineglass and clinked it with mine.
“Let’s figure out what you should wear tomorrow night and then I’ll get going. I’m sure Deek is getting restless.”
“And Dax?” I asked, a hint of laughter escaping as I thought of our two huge, intimidating mates huddled in the tiny office nearby, trying to give us some girl time, but unable to go far from our sides. They said it was because of the cuffs and the pain that would cause us if we were too far apart, but I think it was because they just wanted to be as close as possible.
“You know their beasts.”
“I do?”
“Hell, yeah. They’re insatiable. I know Dax can only allow me to hang with you for so long before he’ll give in and track me down.”
I grinned. “And then?”
She raised her glass once more. “And then, they make us come until we remember why we never want to leave their sides.”
I clinked my glass to hers and we both sipped at our wine. Yes, my mate was quite possessive, not only of me but my time. I was thankful he understood my need to connect with Sarah, my only link to Earth. But she was right; Deek, like Dax, only had so much patience where I was concerned and he’d surely have me naked and begging again the moment we were alone.
My pussy clenched at the thought. God, yes, I loved being mated to an Atlan.
Chapter Seven
Deek
The dream was incredible. A female was on top of me, her light weight pressing me into the bed. Her skin was soft and smooth, the scent of her making my cock rise. She was kissing across my chest, her mouth a hot suction on one nipple, then lower, flicking into my navel. Lower still she moved until her nimble fingers opened my pants. Lifting my hips, I assisted with drawing them down, eager for her mouth on my cock. It was painfully erect, angry and dripping with my pre-cum.
She’d brought about my beast, and yet instead of pacing and snarling within, it was preening, agreeing with my Atlan mind that this was what we both wanted.
A good cock suck.
Her tongue circled the head, licking up my essence drop by drop. My fingers tangled in her hair, silky strands I held onto as I guided her onto my hard length and encouraged her to lower her head. To suck me deep. To take all of me in her hot, wet mouth.
The suction, gods, the suction and heat of her swirling tongue was too much. I arched my hips, pushing even deeper. It felt so good, my orgasm was building at the base of my spine. Cum boiled in my balls, tightening them, ready for release. I would spurt thick and hot over her tongue and down her throat.
Yes. Gods, yes.
My eyes flew open at the feel of the connection with this female. Lifting my head, I looked down my body to see her, my cock stretching her lush lips wide.
Tiffani. My beautiful, perfect mate. And she had my cock in her mouth.
With an audible pop, she released me. “Hello, mate.”
Her voice was husky but soothing, the smile she offered was easy and just for me. I’d fallen asleep waiting for her. Sarah had come to our door, interrupting us—interrupting my time fucking my mate—but I saw Tiffani’s eagerness to visit with someone from her home world. I could deny her nothing, even meeting with a new friend. And so I’d gone to my office and sat with Dax, hearing the two Earth women’s laughter drift to me from the kitchen. I was happy that she was happy, but I’d taken her to bed the instant our friends left. She’d well and truly worn me out, bout after bout of lovemaking that was more draining than fighting the Hive. And so after I took her again, my seed deep inside her, I’d fallen asleep with a smile on my face and my beast sated, only to wake with my mate’s mouth on my cock.
I was breathing hard, my need to come a pounding pressure in my balls. I looked at the cuffs about my wrists, incongruous to my fingers where they tangled in her hair. I saw the matching cuffs on her own wrists as her hands rested on my thighs. The cuffs marked her as mine. All mine. Her long brown hair pooled on top of my thigh as she took me back into her mouth. She fisted the base of my cock, moving hard and fast over the head, and I almost came right then. Release roared through me, but I held back. I wanted my cock in her pussy, my seed in her womb. I wanted my child growing inside her. I needed to know she was mine in every possible way.
“Tiffani. Stop.”
She lifted her head and wrapped both hands around me, twisting them like a me
rciless little minx as I thrust into her tight grip.
“You fell asleep,” she murmured. “And I wasn’t done with you yet.”
“Mmm,” I replied. “I had a mate who wore me out, used my body and begged for orgasms until I was too tired to stay awake.”
She smiled, had the look of a woman who knew her power over me. I might be the dominant one, but she had all the control. With her breath fanning my rock-hard cock, I’d do anything she wanted.
Relaxing her hold, she sat up. Holy fuck, she was naked and round, so fucking soft everywhere, so perfect. I groaned, unable to hold back my orgasm, my seed spurting hotly across my belly. Her eyes widened as she watched me come, pulse after thick pulse. I couldn’t control it, couldn’t deny the pleasure, for she’d pushed me to the brink with her hot mouth and then over the edge when she’d sat up and shown me her naked body. Lush, full breasts, tight nipples. Pale, creamy skin that was curved and perfect for my hands. I’d come like a randy youth.
She was too gorgeous. All I had to do was look at her, and I was lost.
“That’s supposed to go inside me,” she chided. She bit her lip and studied me as I caught my breath, the pleasure and relief from the orgasm slowing my brain to a sluggish halt.
And yet, she was staring at my cock, her hands still playing with the length, tracing its outline, its ridges, with her delicate fingers.
“Isn’t it supposed to go down after you come?” she asked, staring at my still hard cock. It wasn’t “going down” as she worded it, but instead hardening fully once again.
I grabbed the loose sheet and wiped my cum away. “Don’t worry, I have plenty more. See what you do to me, mate?”
“Is your beast never soothed?” she asked.
I took a moment to consider my beast. It was tamed a bit, but it always was after an orgasm. But in the past few days, as Tiffani and I took time to learn each other—talking and fucking—the beast always wanted her. I never softened after just one orgasm, never seemed to break through the heated need that simmered just below the surface.
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