Tamed By The Beast (Interstellar Brides Book 7)

by Grace Goodwin

  My eyes widened. Tiffani was softness and light, love and laughter. I could not imagine such evil touching her. “Gods, no. I forbid it. You don’t need that kind of evil on your hands. It blackens your soul.”

  “That’s right.” She placed her hand on my chest and I could feel my heart rate slow. Feel the way her touch had a calming affect not just on my beast, but on me.

  “I can’t let you have that on your hands, either. Why? Because I’m supposed to be taking care of you. Me. Your mate.”

  I took a deep breath, then another one.

  “I don’t ever want to see him again. Promise me, you’ll see him dead?” I asked Dax, tilting my chin up to meet his eyes.

  “I will. I will report to you when it’s done. You see to your mate. The ReGen wand removed all effects of the paralyzing agent. She’s fine.”

  I was thankful for my friend, for his clear thinking, for tending to my mate while I beat the shit out of Engel. But now it was time to reverse the roles. Dax would tend to Engel—I wouldn’t mind if he beat the shit out of him some more—and I would take care of Tiffani.

  “Well enough to spank?” I asked.

  Tiffani’s eyes widened and Dax chuckled. “Well enough, I assume.”

  “Deek, I don’t think—”

  “That’s right, you didn’t think.”

  I was better right then, the world righting itself, finally coming into focus. And Tiffani was at the center of it.

  “Putting your life in danger like that? Calling yourself fat and stupid? It’s time for a spanking, Tiffani.”

  She sputtered as I stood and picked her up into my arms. She was the perfect handful, just right. For me. I would never let her go again.

  I carried her to the bedroom, dropping the cuffs she’d abandoned onto the bed before entering the bathing room. I heard Dax down below, escorting everyone out of my home. Tiffani’s home. Our home. And no one was ever going to threaten her again.

  She remained silent until we heard the front door slam shut, courtesy of Dax, no doubt. I pushed Tiffany back against the wall in the shower and turned on the warm water.

  Biting her plump lower lip, her eyes filled with tears as she looked up at me. “You can’t spank me! I was trying to save you.”

  I didn’t answer her right away, simply ripped the now wet dress from her soft body and let it drop to the floor. I washed her thoroughly, needing every ounce of this day, any hint of the drug or Engel, gone from her body.

  My big hands were fast, efficient, for I didn’t want to fuck her here in the shower, with Engel’s blood swirling in the water at our feet. I wanted her cleansed and ready in my bed, mine. All mine.

  Finished, I ignored the rise and fall of her chest, the darkening of her eyes, and stripped my armor, dropping it next to hers on the shower floor. I scrubbed the touch of Seranda from my body, Engel’s blood and hatred flowing away with the smell of fresh soap.

  I inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of my mate’s wet skin, her heat, her wet pussy.

  Oh, yes, she was hot and wet, ready for me. Her gaze lingered on my chest and shoulders, my hips. When she stared at my cock, her cheeks turned pink, her breathing grew shallow.

  “I’m yours, Tiffani. Every fucking inch of me.”

  Clean, I turned off the water as she watched me with uncertainty in her gaze. I intended to make sure she never, ever had that look in her eyes again. She was mine. And after today, she was never going to doubt it again.

  I wrapped her in a towel, not bothering with drying myself, and carried her to the bedroom. “I’m going to spank you now, mate. But this spanking isn’t for punishment, although Gods knows you need one.”

  “What other kind of spanking is there?” she asked, when I tossed her onto the bed. She bounced once, then settled. Grabbing her ankle, I flipped her onto her stomach.

  I didn’t waste time as I pushed the towel up until her bare ass was exposed. The lush, creamy swells of her bottom made my beast howl and my cock harden.

  She looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes narrowed. But she wasn’t moving. She remained where I put her and that boded well. She liked my dominant hand, my need to reestablish control. She needed this release as much as I did.

  I climbed onto the bed beside her until my knee nestled the swell of her large breast. I placed one hand on her back and the other on her ass, to pet her, stroke her, get her ready. My eyes shifted from her perfect ass to her face. “Do you need to be fucked, Tiffani?”

  She bit her lip and nodded.

  “Are you mine, Tiffani, my mate?”

  “Yes.”

  “Really? Are you certain?”

  She frowned. “Yes, I’m yours and you’re mine.”

  I reached behind her and lifted her cuffs from the bedding, dangled them in front of her face. I knew my eyes darkened, for the beast did not like her bare wrists.

  “Then why did you take these off?”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Deek

  She swallowed. “I had to.”

  “You gave me to Seranda.”

  Shaking her head, she came up onto her knees so we were almost eye level. “No, of course not. Did you think I wanted you to fuck her?” Tears filled her eyes, but didn’t fall. “Did you?”

  “That’s three, Tiffani.”

  “Three?”

  “I’m counting the reasons why your ass should be spanked.”

  “Did you fuck her?” she asked again, her voice so unsure, so unlike the fearless woman I had grown to love.

  Holding up my wrists, I let her see that my cuffs were still on. “I belong to you and no one else. But you? You say you’re mine, but aren’t wearing my cuffs.”

  They weren’t required by Atlan law for us to remain mated, but I wanted the sign, the outward proof that Tiffani belonged to me. Not all Atlans needed that level of connection, but Dax and Sarah remained cuffed and inseparable. Apparently, I wasn’t as independent as I’d once believed. I wanted her with me, beside me, always. I never thought I’d be the Atlan who needed his mate to wear the damn things, to tether me to her side like I was her pet, but apparently, I did. I needed that gold around her wrist not just to show the world that she was mine, but to assure the beast within that we belonged to her as well.

  She grabbed them from me as if to put them back on, but I removed them from her fingers. Kissing one wrist, then the other, I locked the cuffs around her as gently as I could. The act was one of reverence, of complete devotion, and I wanted her to feel that from me. “Never take them off again, Tiffani. I beg you. My heart can’t take it.”

  “I’m sorry, Deek. I didn’t want to. But I couldn’t let you die. I had to let you go. I had to give Seranda a chance to save you.” Tears fell from her eyes even as darker emotions filled them. Anger. Jealousy. Pain. “No matter the cost.”

  Stroking her cheek—Gods, it was so silky soft—I offered her a small smile. “Yes, I know that now. But, woman, I never want to wake up to any naked female but you. Do you understand me? I’d rather die than lose you.”

  “I couldn’t let you die.”

  I shut her up with a quick kiss before continuing. “I do not want you facing down Atlan warlords, criminals, or any other threat on your own.”

  “I wasn’t on my own.”

  I growled then, warrior and beast.

  She looked down.

  “Yes, Deek.”

  “Now over my knees for your spanking, and then I’ll give you the fucking you need.”

  I saw heat flare in her eyes, but she didn’t move. “I don’t need to be spanked.”

  Still on my knees, I tugged her over my lap, her head and upper body on the mattress beside me, the towel bunched beneath her waist, her ass ripe and ready atop my thighs. I tugged the towel free and tossed it on the floor. With gentle hands, I gathered her long hair and moved it to the side so I would have an unobstructed view of her plump curves, the side of her face, the need in her eyes.

  Caressing the smooth skin, I said, “I need to
spank you, to know that you are mine, to know that you are well. You need a spanking because you need the release. You are too strong, too brave. You hold everything inside, Tiffani. I won’t allow you to hide from me, not your fear, your relief, or your desire. It’s time to let everything go.”

  I didn’t delay. My palm connected with her ass again and again, making the perfect globes tremble beneath my palm over and over, each sharp slap of my palm making her jump, tremble and gasp.

  Smack!

  Smack!

  Smack!

  I kept at it until her slow stream of tears turned into a torrent of sobs, until she stopped fighting her own emotions and let me see her, really see her.

  “Don’t hide from me, Tiffani. I want everything.”

  She shook her head, denying me, and I spanked her again and again, not stopping until her bare bottom blushed a deep rose.

  She cried out several times, but didn’t move. Her eyes were closed, her face strained as tears leaked from beneath her eyelids. I spanked her twice more, then shoved one of her thighs off my lap, opening her pussy to me.

  I didn’t wait, the wet scent of her more than enough invitation. Moving slowly, I thrust two fingers deep, moved them in and out several times as her eyes fluttered and she whimpered beneath me.

  “You had me so scared. I’ve never been so afraid in my life. I learned the truth about Engel from the guards and what you were doing and I almost died then and there. I swear my heart stopped.”

  I continued to fuck her with my fingers, telling her how out of control and desperate I’d been. I also told her how much I loved her, how I couldn’t live without her. How seeing the cuffs on the floor of my cell had ripped open my heart, made my beast howl in pain.

  Through my words, she learned how her actions, while they had been solely to help me, had made me age ten years.

  “I couldn’t just let you die,” she cried. “I love you. I’d rather live without you than let you die.”

  I stilled my hand then, stroked the heated skin.

  “I don’t want an apology, Tiffani. I love that you’re so brave, so fiercely protective of your mate. I just want you to understand why you’re over my knee, why I’m giving you a sound spanking.”

  I took a deep breath.

  “Because I put myself in danger?” She started to cry again then, gently at first, then deep sobs.

  “No, love. Because you are hiding from me, not telling me what you are thinking, what you need.” I moved my fingers again. In. Out. Slowly, so slowly. Once my fingers were buried in her pussy, I flicked a third over her clit. “What do you need?”

  “You.”

  The beast in me had had enough of my gentleness, my games. I flipped her onto her back and locked her cuffs above her head, on the special ring attached to the wall above my bed. When she was laid out for me like a feast, I knelt between her legs and pushed her knees open wide, my gaze roaming every inch of what was mine.

  Reaching down, I fitted matching locks around her ankles. She didn’t fight me, didn’t protest as I restrained her spread wide, locking her in place for my pleasure.

  I crawled over her body, my hard cock sliding into her pussy in one solid thrust. She gasped and tilted her hips to take me deeper.

  “Do you want me to fuck you, mate?”

  “Yes.” She squirmed. “Harder.”

  Tiffani

  I couldn’t move. My arms were restrained above my head and my ankles had thick metal bands around each one. Deek knelt between my legs, holding me open, breathing me in like I was a feast and he a starved man.

  My bottom stung, the heat spreading through me like a drug, making me tingle. The tears had come hard and fast, all my fear for Deek, my desperation, my pain at losing him, poured out of me as he spanked me. And now, now I was empty, horny, and totally his.

  His eyes turned black as they raked over my body, lingering on my breasts and full stomach, the core of me that I knew was coated with welcome. I needed him inside me, riding me hard. I needed to forget about the whole damn day. I didn’t want to think anymore. I just wanted to feel.

  My pussy clenched as he crawled over me like a predator ready to strike. His cock was a thick surprise, going deep with one confident thrust as he caged me in with his upper body.

  God, he was so big, so dominant, so perfect. I couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped any more than I could deny him when he asked me if I wanted him to fuck me.

  God, yes! Hard and fast and so deep I’d never get him out.

  “Yes.” I tried to tilt my hips, to force him to move, but he held himself still above me, his thick length spreading me open, stretching me, filling me, but not giving me what I needed. “Harder.”

  His eyes, which had faded back to green, turned beast black at my demand and I stared him down, challenged the monster within him and dared him to take me, to fuck me, to make me his.

  With a roar, he did, transforming as he thrust in and out, hard and fast. The bed shook with his desire and I wanted to wrap my legs around his hips, tangle my hands in his hair, force him to kiss me, to fondle my breasts, to suck my hard nipple into his mouth.

  Tied to the bed, trapped, I could do nothing but submit. And that made me lose control. I stopped fighting myself, told my stupid fucking brain, my years of being rejected for my size, to shut the hell up and enjoy the ride.

  He fucked me like he would never get enough, like I was the only woman who could tame him.

  And I was. He was mine.

  Mine.

  He shifted, lifted my ass from the bed and wrapped one arm around me, beneath my hips so he could pull me up and onto his cock. He rocked my body hard and fast, my back arched, my body exposed and totally out of my control. His other hand moved to my breasts, pulling and kneading, pinching my nipples as my pussy clenched around him with each little bite of pain.

  When I was thrashing, begging to come, begging him to let me come, he moved his free hand to my clit and rubbed me with firm, rapid strokes of his strong fingers. His fingers moved over me, sliding through my folds, slick with my own juices, faster, better than my favorite vibrator with fresh batteries set on high.

  And still he fucked me like a machine. His pace relentless. I didn’t have time to think. To breathe.

  I could only scream as I came all over his cock. But he didn’t stop, pushing me over again as soon as the first orgasm had rolled through me.

  My mate smiled then, his face half man, half beast as he pulled his cock free from me. I felt empty, my pussy walls clenching down on nothing.

  “No. Deek! No!” I was too hot, too horny, too out of control. “I need you. Fuck me. More. I need more.”

  “Don’t worry, mate, I’m not done with you yet.” His grin was pure satisfied male as he lowered his mouth to my clit and sucked until I saw stars. I rode the edge, my pussy empty and aching as he used his mouth and tongue to tease me, to take me to the very edge of release over and over, but never let me come.

  “Deek, please. Please.” I couldn’t take any more. I needed him inside me. Filling me. Completing me. Making me feel like we’d never be separated again. Making me whole.

  “Mate.” He kissed his way up my sweaty body, lingering on my breasts, sucking on each nipple until I begged him to stop, to kiss me on the lips, to fill me up with his cock.

  He lowered his forearms on each side of my head and took my mouth. I moaned in welcome, tears of relief, of need leaking from my closed eyes as I gave him everything. I didn’t hold back. I surrendered and kept nothing for myself.

  I sighed when he filled me again, his cock moving inside me in a leisurely pace so at odds with his prior wildness that I knew something was different.

  He had fucked me before. He’d fucked me dozens of times since my arrival.

  But this? This was deeper. I felt like he was worshipping my body, loving me with more than words.

  He kissed me with his cock buried deep, connecting us. He didn’t rush, didn’t demand, simply let me know that he lo
ved me, that I was safe in his arms, sheltered beneath him, and always would be.

  I tore my lips from his and stared up into the greenest eyes I’d ever seen.

  “I love you, Deek.”

  “I love you, too, mate. Never, ever doubt that again.”

  I nodded and lifted my lips to his, kissing him with as much tender devotion as he’d shown me. He growled in response, and I felt his cock grow impossibly bigger inside me right before he filled me with his seed, his life, his promise of forever.

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