Bachelor Beast (Interstellar Brides® Program: The Beasts Book 1)

by Grace Goodwin

  God, I’d never thought of that before, how hard it must be for him to be here. Now, with his beast all focused and growly and a little crazy? No wonder he was monosyllabic.

  I licked my lips, and his piercing gaze followed the action. This close, I saw how dark his eyes were, how strong his jaw, the stark line of his nose, strong brow. Every inch of him was… more. As if human guys were wimps.

  “I’m Olivia. Olivia Mercier.” I thought of Genevieve and Willow. The episodes all showed them talking and Wulf listening. I’d thought him quiet. Introverted. How had the two finalists gotten to know him when he’d rarely spoken?

  “You have mate?”

  This time it was a question, and I answered with the truth before I realized I’d blown my one chance to make sure he would let me go. “No. I’m single.”

  The rumble in his chest said that information pleased him, and he lowered his nose to my neck, breathed deeply. I shivered. Oh. My. God.

  “Mine.”

  Was he ever planning on letting me down? My feet had to be two feet off the floor. The door was hard at my back, but he was equally solid against my front. I wasn’t going anywhere unless he decided it.

  “Listen, Wulf.” I squirmed, placing my hands on his shoulders. God, the freaking muscles. With the half-ripped tuxedo dangling from his shoulders in tatters from when he’d shifted to his beast, my fingertips made contact with skin. Hot, soft skin that I really, really wanted to explore. Get a grip, Olivia.

  “There has been some kind of mistake.”

  “Mate.” His lips caressed the side of my neck, and I would have swooned if I’d been on my feet. Which I wasn’t. It was getting very hard to concentrate. He smelled like hot sex. Like alpha male. Like heat and skin and something I knew was just him.

  My body was responding to him as if it had a mind of its own. Or an inner girl beast. At least an inner nymphomaniac because I liked being manhandled by him. I was securely where he wanted me, but I wasn’t being hurt. I had a feeling it would upset him if he injured me somehow.

  I was trying to think of something intelligent to say when he lifted me in his arms and carried me over to a high-backed chair nearly identical to the throne-like monstrosity he’d kicked through the back wall of the set. It was against a wall out of the way, as if it were in reserve in case the first one broke. Well, the first one did break, but that was kind of irrelevant now.

  I thought he would sit down and place me in his lap, but no. He settled my ass all the way on top of the high back.

  “Um… Wulf?”

  My spot was barely wide enough to hold me without being uncomfortable. I felt like a doll propped up on a shelf, but I was far from doll-like. If I slid forward off the edge, I’d land several feet down and probably bounce off the chair’s comfy seat.

  He placed his hand on my chest, just below my neck. Gently he pushed me until my back was against the wall. This was crazy! I was sitting on the top of his high-back chair, legs open, my pussy right there in front of his face. I was that high up. I was wearing my laundry day skirt, which rode way up my thighs.

  “Um, Wulf.” This couldn’t be happening. Was this happening? What was he going to do? Was I going to let this happen?

  His hands came to rest on my thighs, and he pushed my skirt higher, higher.

  Oh shit. I think so. Yes. No. Maybe?

  Even though there was the seat of the chair between us, he was so big that he could lean forward and… he breathed me in. I was wet. I knew he would smell it. “Oh God.”

  Wait, what panties was I wearing? And my thighs… I could see the dimples on them from here.

  “Wulf.” That wasn’t a deterrent.

  Dipping his head, he placed his lips on the inside of my thigh, right over those ripples of thick flesh, kissing both legs in turn, over and over. He didn’t seem to notice I wasn’t supermodel fit. In fact, he didn’t seem to notice one specific part of me other than my pussy.

  “I taste now.”

  I taste now. Holy shit. I tensed, not knowing what to expect. Okay, I knew what to expect… but with him? Where I was sitting? Someone could come in at any time. In fact, I was surprised no one had, that there wasn’t a camera zoomed in on Wulf’s face as it hovered over my laundry-day panty-covered pussy.

  Yet, through all that panic, it was so fucking hot I had no idea what to say or do.

  But he stopped, looked up at me. “Taste. Yes?”

  He was asking permission. Damn and double damn. Did I want his mouth on me? There?

  I nodded and bit my lip. “But… others…” I looked away from him and at the door.

  “Locked.”

  I had no idea when he’d locked it, but I had to guess when he had me pressed up against it. “Then, yes.”

  A thousand times yes. This wasn’t a Jane Austen book, but I could totally relate to Jane Bennet in the heat of the moment.

  His smile was feral and a little wild as he reached up my skirt and ripped the thong underwear open with one finger and let them drop to the seat of the huge chair. They were plain black, but it didn’t seem an Atlan beast cared about panties.

  Wulf pushed my skirt up to my hips and kissed his way along my thighs. Then his mouth was on me, sucking and tasting. I arched my neck, my back bowed and I grabbed at the wall behind me in a futile attempt to find something to hold on to. There was nothing but him, his head, the dark strands of his hair caught in my fingers as I whimpered and opened my legs farther.

  He fucked me with his tongue and I nearly exploded, but it wasn’t enough. Not quite enough. I needed more…

  “Ahhh!”

  Wulf replaced his tongue with two fingers. Two big fingers worked me open, fucking me deep as his tongue worked my clit. I never easily came with a guy, making me wonder if I was defective. Now I knew I hadn’t had the right guy, because I didn’t last long, the pleasure so intense. His scent was like a drug, his heat wrapping around me like a safety net, his strength the ultimate temptation for a woman who’d been struggling on her own for too damn long. And that tongue… those fingers. Wicked. Ruthless. Unrelenting.

  I wanted to give in. I felt… feminine. Sexy. Desirable. Safe.

  He flicked his tongue once. Twice. Sucked my clit into his mouth. Fucked me with his fingers.

  I exploded, shudders racking my body while pushing me to go higher, working me further as the orgasm rode me hard.

  “Wulf.” His name left my mouth, and I didn’t know what I wanted to say. Thank you? Stop? More? Mostly I wished this fantasy moment could last forever.

  “Mine.”

  He pulled back and I sighed in regret at his loss, but then I was being lifted and turned, my back against the door once more, the cold, hard surface a shock to my warm, dazed existence. I heard the sound of a belt buckle, the slide of a zipper.

  “Wulf,” I repeated, looking up at the popcorn texture of the ceiling. My blood was humming through my veins, my muscles like pulled taffy.

  I felt the prod of him then, the rock-hard tip of an enormous cock at the entrance of my wet core. My inner walls clenched with anticipation of being filled. His fingers were one thing, but the heat from just the tip of his cock… I sighed.

  “Mate. Fuck now.” He held perfectly still, again waiting for my permission to slide into my body and make me come once more. I was close, the first orgasm feeling like a warm-up. I wanted more. I’d taken birth control pills since I was thirteen to regulate my period. I wasn’t going to get pregnant. I was going to break every rule I’d ever had for myself when it came to men and dating. Never have sex on the first date—and this wasn’t even a date. Never go out with someone I didn’t know for at least two months. Never…

  Yet here I was, up against a door with an alien’s cock ready to sink into my pussy. I felt like I’d slipped into an alternate reality. Was this a dream? Was a gorgeous Atlan wanting to fuck me? Sure, this was a quickie. We were in a random room backstage, after all. But he hadn’t pulled off my panties and fucked me. No, he’d used his mouth
on me first. Got me off. A mouth that glistened with my wetness even now.

  He growled and shifted, the tip of him rubbing against my clit, moving slowly back and forth across my pussy. Fuck me, that was hot. How could I say no? My body didn’t want to. It wanted an alien cock stretching me open and making me come. I owed it to the women of Earth, didn’t I?

  Screw that, I owed it to myself. I’d been good my whole dang life, and it had gotten me in a shit-ton of problems. I owed money to a fucking drug dealer because of my dumbass dead brother. I’d been good, but my brother had been a holy terror and I was the one that got the shaft.

  Well, I wanted a different kind of shaft now. Hard. Deep. “Yes.”

  His entire body shuddered as he settled me over him. He was huge, my pussy spreading slowly to take him in, the stretch bordering on pain.

  Someone pounded on the door, and I felt it against my back. It was background noise. Nothing more. My entire being was focused on Wulf. On his heat. His body pressed against mine. The scent of his chest in front of my face. The huge cock filling me to the breaking point.

  He was all the way inside me, or at least all of him that I could take. My inner walls rippled, and I wiggled my hips to adjust. Our eyes met. Held. There, I saw heat. Need. This was where he wanted to be. Inside me.

  “Weeks. This. Need.” Tendons in his neck were taut, his hands on my ass held me up as his hips rolled and he began to fuck me.

  I understood him. He’d needed this, to fuck me, ever since he got here. He’d had to deal with the show and the women, but it seemed they hadn’t appealed to him. He’d craved a connection like this, but he hadn’t found it with any of them.

  He found it with me.

  “Warlord, open the door!”

  “Olivia, are you all right?”

  More pounding, more shouting, but Wulf paid them no attention.

  “The door’s locked. Someone find a fucking key.”

  I didn’t last. This was sex unlike anything I’d ever imagined. Better than any random porn clip I’d seen on the Internet. Only a few inches of metal door separated porn-worthy sex from the rest of the world. I was the star of the show, the hot, sexy woman who was being fucked against the door by the sexiest, most virile alpha male anyone on this planet had ever seen.

  Me. Chubby since elementary school, three boyfriends my entire life, me.

  He was pumping into me like he couldn’t stop, like he needed me more than he needed air to breathe. Like I was a goddess. A sex goddess.

  The feel of his cock rubbing over places deep inside me, the heat moving from his body into mine. The raggedness of his breath. The way he watched me, as if ensuring every shift of his cock was for my benefit.

  “Wulf,” I said again, gripping his shoulders.

  “Mate,” he countered.

  I heard the jiggle of the door handle, the slight push of the door. Wulf only leaned in more, ensuring it wasn’t going to open.

  “Mine,” he snarled as he pulled almost out and slammed back in.

  I cried out.

  “He’s hurting her! Get the police.”

  “He’s a beast… what are they going to do?”

  Conversations on the other side of the door swirled around me, but it was Wulf and only Wulf I paid attention to. He wasn’t going to hurt me. He was going to make me feel better than I’d ever felt in my entire life. His hand was on the door, holding it closed.

  No one was going to get past him. No one. He was mine right now, and I was his. The thought pushed me closer to the edge.

  “I’m going to come,” I told him.

  “Yes.” He altered the angle of his thrust again, and he pressed against my clit.

  Colors danced behind my closed eyelids as I came, milking his cock, wanting him deeper, hoping to feel like this forever. “Wulf,” I cried.

  I felt a growl reverberate through his chest as he took me hard, flesh slapping.

  “Mine. Mine. Mine,” he said with each deep thrust until he held himself inside, his fingers clenching my ass as he came.

  I felt the heat of it fill me. I looked at him, watched him as he found his pleasure in my body. I made him like this. Wild. Feral. Sated.

  Not one of the twenty-four gorgeous women had made him this way. No one but me saw him like this. Vulnerable. Lost. Perfect.

  “Warlord Wulf. You must open this door now. We have sent for guards to stun you.”

  Wulf didn’t even move, so I had to assume the threat—from a guy who sounded like the producer—didn’t bother him.

  “Wulf, we have to let them in,” I said, stroking his sweaty hair back from his face. He was still hard inside me, but I felt his cum seep out.

  It was over. This was over, whatever it was. One time. One wild, incredible time.

  “No.”

  I waited until he looked at me again. “We can’t stay in here forever. The show was ruined. We have to face them.”

  I was most likely out of a job. Fuck.

  Carefully he pulled out and lowered me to my feet and set one hand on the door by my head to keep it closed. He was that strong.

  Now his muscles weren’t as tense. His gaze not as fierce. Fucking had soothed him a bit. I couldn’t blame him. Two orgasms and I was ready for a huge nap. But I had alien cum sliding down the insides of my thighs and my employers banging down the door at my back.

  I also had one final drop to make for that asshole, Jimmy, before I could go to sleep tonight. “We have to open the door.”

  He nodded, then helped me work my skirt down, ensuring I was completely put back together, minus the panties. With one hand he tucked himself back in his tuxedo pants, and I helped him with the zipper and belt buckle. It was an intimate act, and we did it in silence.

  Only when we dressed—not that it was going to be hard for anyone to miss what we’d been up to—did he pull me out of the way of the door, then open it.

  People surrounded us, shouting. I was tugged away from Wulf as guys with cameras on their shoulders got in my face and as close to Wulf as they dared. Questions were shouted, and I didn’t know where to look. What to say. I was pushed through the doorway and into the hall and caught a glimpse of Wulf as he moved to get closer to me.

  This was insanity. I was no one. A quick fuck for an out-of-control alien. When Genevieve and Willow were pushed into the dressing room to stand with Wulf, I knew this little fling was over. The cameras were still rolling. Chet the Magnificent had found a new microphone, of course.

  Had this been a big prank? Had they planned this all along? For ratings? For shock value? Had it been real or part of the media circus that followed Wulf around like bees after pollen? Had he been in on it?

  Did it matter? I had to get home, get changed and do the only thing I could to keep the people I loved safe. I didn’t have time to figure this out right now. I definitely didn’t want to try to figure it out on live television.

  And there, looking flustered but eyes flashing with excitement, went Chet Bosworth, pushing into the room and shoving a microphone in Wulf’s face.

  “Warlord Wulf. What just happened here? I think you owe Willow and Genevieve an explanation, not to mention the whole world watching. What do you have to say for yourself? Explain this behavior to your adoring fans.”

  Adoring fans? I nearly choked on that one but then realized one of those adoring fans watching from home had been me—up until today. Now I was, what?

  “Mate. Mine.” The beast was still glowering at the camera, but the intelligence had returned to Wulf’s gaze. He wasn’t out of control, not anymore.

  “We don’t understand, Warlord. For weeks now you have been getting to know Willow, Genevieve and the other candidates. Is there something wrong with the two finalists? Something you’re not sharing?” Jeez, Chet was digging for dirt now.

  Soon that attention-obsessed narcissist would turn his laser sights to me.

  No. No way I was talking on camera with Atlan cum coating the insides of my thighs.

 
Wulf stared down at Chet as if the man were an insect. “Willow. No. Genevieve. No.”

  I glanced up as one of the cameramen in the hallway swung toward me, no doubt zooming in on my flushed cheeks, swollen lips and guilty expression. Yes, that had been me, fucking against the door, coming all over Wulf’s big, hard, alien cock.

  I’d certainly helped the ratings, but I’d ruined the show. They could fire me, but I had no doubt Tanner and Emma were watching with Lucy from home, on live television. I was not going to talk about alien sex on live TV. Nope. Not doing it. The interrogation Chet no doubt was salivating over was not going to happen.

  It was time to get the hell out of here before I broke down as Wulf’s gaze shifted my way. He kept staring, his focus too intense to ignore. Wulf had a life on The Colony. I had two little kids who needed my love and affection. I couldn’t go to space. That had been settled for me when I’d learned kids couldn’t go. Something about not being legally eligible to make a life-altering decision for themselves until they came of age. Whatever. I’d moved on. Wulf would, too.

  We were doomed to only a quickie. Two orgasms were all I was going to get. We weren’t going to have recorded dates. Walks in the park holding hands. I couldn’t. I had to deal with Jimmy Steel, and being in front of a camera made it pretty hard for me to remain anonymous, especially with Jimmy. I obeyed or he hurt me. That had been a chance I was willing to take. I’d told him no a dozen times. But then he’d threatened the kids, and they weren’t a risk of any kind.

  If the last thirty minutes hadn’t made it obvious enough, Wulf was honorable. He’d been courteous with the finalists, even though his beast hadn’t been interested. While he might have kidnapped me to a back room to ravish me, he’d asked for consent. More than once. He hadn’t fucked me because I was an available hole for his cock. He’d said on repeat that I was his. His mate.

  Mine.

  Even if my life turned into fantasyland, once he found out I was breaking the law—even if I was doing so against my will—he’d break it off. I was practically a drug dealer, and there was nothing honorable about that. He deserved better. He really did. He deserved the gorgeous, educated supermodel. He deserved the fantasy life.