by Meg Xuemei X
His hand moved away from the wall and held the nape of my neck, anchoring me.
The kiss grazed over my lips, burning like fire. Pleasure and excitement rolled through me, curling my toes. I opened my mouth to take in his demanding tongue.
His hardness dug into my belly. My blood raced faster than when I had faced the she-demon. I let out a moan as the delicious sensation seized me.
Marrok ground his hips against me, his cock gliding along my abdomen.
A hunger I hadn’t known clutched at me and an inferno erupted in me.
The intensity was more than I could take, especially as an Empath.
I broke the kiss to get air, and then I glanced down at his cock.
It was heavy, light brown, and silken. The delicate veins across its length made it look mightier and wilder than any cock I’d seen. The wolf alpha was utterly male and more, different from the men I’d dated in the Lithuaria Empire. Even Lithuarian soldiers were polished and poised. But here, in front me, stood a true warrior.
Perhaps that was why my body responded vehemently toward Marrok, toward his rough charm and big, hard cock. Deep inside, every bone of mine was feminine, and my body wanted a devastating male to conquer me.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d wanted a cock inside me so badly.
I needed a man’s touch to feel like a woman again. This alien planet had been stripping me of everything I was. If I hadn’t had Fia to guard, a vow to fulfill, and an honor I’d fought to hold on to, I’d have been no different than any monster here.
Before today, before Marrok, I hadn’t realized I’d barely been hanging in there.
And now, just when I’d thought Fia’s and my salvation had finally come only to have my hopes dashed by the Eshmaki, I needed comfort and distraction more than anything.
But when had I ever needed a reason to have sex before? I used to see men and sex as a sport.
“Like what you see?” Marrok smirked.
I gasped at his size. “It looks . . . above average.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Above average? You’ll soon know what’s above average.” His sensual lips traced a line along the column of my neck, sending a new wave of shivers down my spine. His hand, rough and powerful, slid inside my shirt and cupped my breast.
A moan tore through my throat. “I don’t need foreplay, Marrok,” I breathed, resting my hands on his massive shoulders.
We were inside a crashed ship; we didn’t have a whole day to fool around.
“I need your cock inside me now,” I said, and his need for relief burned through me as well.
He pulled my pants and panties down. I waited, but he simply stared at my bare pussy, swallowing hard. “Beautiful,” he said in awe.
I propelled my hips toward him, need smoldering through me.
He could no longer wait. He lifted me up against the wall, aiming his steel-hard cock at my entrance.
My folds quivered in need, liquid fire twirling inside me, yearning for him to penetrate me.
Marrok lifted my leg and hooked it over his arm, and with a powerful thrust, he slammed into me, burying himself in my pussy.
A scream of pleasure rippled through me and I threw my head back.
It felt like the last time I’d had a man inside me was a century ago.
Marrok sucked in a short, sharp breath and pulled out, then thrust into me, repeating the movement. “You’re so hot and tight, Kaara. Your pussy clenches my cock like it won’t ever let me go.”
“I’m not a virgin,” I gasped between my moans. “I’ve had tons of lovers.”
“No matter how many men you’ve had in the past,” he said, his eyes a dark fire, “you’re tight. After me, you won’t remember any of them.” He pulled out of me again, then rammed back into me in one sharp movement. My body writhed in bliss as he pounded into me with long, hard thrusts, and my mind escaped the harsh reality into the land of lust and mindless pleasure as he reached between us and circled his thumb over my clit.
Marrok drove into me again, his body completely caging me. I wasn’t going anywhere, at least not at the moment. I breathed only for my exiled future queen. But in this moment, I lived for myself.
I moaned louder as each merciless thrust sent a jolt of pleasure to every nerve ending. The hard, silky steel pounded inside me without any reservation.
Marrok’s wild eyes pierced into me. His face twisted in ecstasy, which only excited me more.
I’d never experienced such intense pleasure.
If I’d known fucking a shifter would make my every cell burst alive, I would have tried a few of the wolves long ago. Except, I hadn’t felt the same heat—or any heat—toward anyone on this doomed planet before setting my eyes on Marrok.
I had been too busy keeping Fia and myself alive.
My eyes glazed over as his thrusts increased in rapidity. Now that I experimented with one of them, I could cast a wider net next time. Since Marrok had opened the flood gate, I could—
“Don’t even think about it,” Marrok snarled menacingly. “I don’t share.” He speared into me as if to punish me, dominating me, claiming me as his territory.
I cried out from both shock and pleasure, then stilled against him.
He’d been answering a lot of my thoughts from the moment we’d met.
Had he actually read my mind? He wasn’t a mind reader. As an Empath, I’d know if he were. Maybe for some reason, my wavelength was in his receiving range, so he could easily pick it up. No one could sense my true mood, but he was tuned in to me. It was like we had a connection that went beyond the physical level. I put my shield up again, and immediately felt a searing pain in my head, but it was necessary.
I didn’t want Marrok, or anyone for that matter, to get into my head. What happened in my head was my own business.
Luckily, the pleasure was so intense it drowned out my headache.
“Anyone touches you, I’ll tear their fucking throats out,” he growled as if it were the only law on Pandemonium.
Despite the pleasure numbing my mind, I mustered the will to form a retort. “You don’t own me, Marrok. No one owns me. No one will ever own me. This is just one fuck, and fucking means nothing. So back the fuck off.”
Not even my future queen completely held me, for she had no knowledge I’d vowed my blood oath to her by using her reserved blood sample kept in the Lithuaria royal house’s most sacred vault. That had been the only way I could trace her on this planet when I’d first come to this forsaken place.
Marrok bared his teeth into a threatening grin. “Back the fuck off?”
He drove into me with one slick, powerful thrust, no longer holding back.
Something between a groan and a scream left my mouth, and I felt myself sinking into white-hot bliss.
His mouth found mine, and his tongue thrust in me, in sync with the movement of his hips.
I had never expected anyone could mate with such ferocity. His power surged into me and shielded me. How could this be? Who was this man? With each ram, he took me higher.
My hands curled and then unfurled.
I’d never fucked like this.
The sound of flesh slapping flesh reverberated through the ship; the wall Marrok was slamming me into rumbled under his attack.
My legs trembled as the pleasure plunged into my core, and Marrok continued driving into me, demanding my full attention and devotion.
The heaviness of his cock stroked and filled every inch of me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, as he threaded his hand into my hair, grabbing a fistful and twisting it around his fist. The slight, pulling pain added to the intensity of the moment. And my reaction to the hair-pulling and his dominance fueled his lust.
“Nice color,” he said in appreciation, glancing at my hair before piercing my eyes again.
“It’s natural,” I breathed.
Marrok was in total control. He slowed down a beat and thrust in lazy, languid strokes, tormenting me with the change o
f pace.
Even though I’d shielded my mind, he was still attuned to my wants and needs. Lust and awe at our coupling turned his blue eyes to gold.
“Please,” I pleaded.
As soon as the word left my mouth, he stopped the torture and resumed his frenzied plundering.
As his movements blurred, my vision blurred.
His guttural groans of pleasure joined the delighted whispering I uttered in my native tongue.
My hands left his shoulders and found his thighs, my nails sinking into his flesh, feeling his hard muscles rippling as he drove into me incessantly.
When his next thrust hit my depth, a vast wave released within me and rushed to meet him.
Just like that, I lost control. The muscles of my inner walls convulsed violently, milking his cock. I looked into Marrok’s eyes. They had turned wild, half mad and drunk on lust.
He rode wave after wave of my orgasm, then a strong pulse throbbed through his cock. He was about to come.
I stiffened in the midst of my shattering pleasure and pressed my hands in his chest, ready to shove him away with all the strength I had left.
“You’ll have to ejaculate outside of me,” I ground the words out.
He gave me an incredulous look.
“I won’t risk you knocking me up on this hell hole.”
It would be completely irresponsible to bring a child into this hostile planet. He should have realized that instead of putting me in jeopardy.
“This is killing me, Kaara,” he grunted as painful understanding glistened in his lust-filled eyes.
I glared at him. I was still wading through the waves of my orgasm, but my eyes had grown harder, colder. I’d never allowed passion to override me, and I wasn’t going to cave now.
Just as I was about to curse him and shove him off me, Marrok pumped hard in me with two more thrusts and yanked his cock out of me with a short, rough groan.
My body protested at the sudden emptiness.
Marrok ground his cock hard against my belly, his hot seed shooting out and pooling on my skin. It took a while for him to stop shuddering.
He rubbed his cock on my body. His lust hadn’t receded. The wolf alpha looked like he wanted to stick his still-hard dick into me for another round.
Heat still pulsed between my thighs. The aching need deep inside me would welcome his penetration, but I had better sense than to give my body whatever it wanted.
Marrok released me from his grip and my weak legs trembled as they hit the ground.
“I would have had the best sex if I came inside you,” he said. “Let’s fuck again tonight in my Keep. We can go all night.”
I licked my lips. “As tempting as that sounds, I’m not going to fuck you again, let alone in your Keep.”
“Why the fuck not?” he asked roughly. The stormy lust gradually receded from his eyes, but I knew it lay dormant inside him. The wolf alpha wanted to keep me as his, but I could never be his.
I wasn’t available.
“If I were you, Marrok, I wouldn’t expect more beyond this point, in case you forget where we are.”
“I haven’t met a woman who could return to cold reasoning right after such mind-blowing sex.”
“Now you’ve met one,” I said. “You didn’t even know of my existence until today. But if you’ll bother to ask around, you’ll know that I’m the only rational person on this fucked-up planet. I didn’t go crazy, and I don’t like going crazy.”
“Fine,” he said and went to pick up his shirt.
Instead of pulling it on, he cleaned his bountiful seed from my belly.
I hadn’t expected that courtesy from him.
Living on Pandemonium had taught me not to expect a decent act from anyone.
A small voice protested in the back of my mind. I wasn’t all alone in abandonment. I had Fia, no matter whether she recognized me or not. And I even had a small, relatively loyal army that was bound by fear and survival.
I pulled up my pants and straightened my clothing to regain some dignity while Marrok pulled on his trousers. He shrugged on his leather jacket, leaving it unzipped, exposing his bare, muscled torso, and flung his stained shirt over his left shoulder.
Was he going to take it back as a souvenir of his sexual conquest? Although, with the limited resources on Pandemonium, I wouldn’t blame him for wanting to wash it later and keep it.
I watched him, waiting for his next move. He was satisfied, but not fully. He wanted more of me. He wanted to come inside me.
Though we’d just had sex, I didn’t really know him.
Yet I was overcome with need.
This need made me feel content, lightheaded, and vulnerable.
But on Pandemonium, vulnerability spelled death.
My rational side explained that I was suffering from sensory overload after two brutal battles and the most amazing sex. It’d take more than a few minutes for my mind to rewire and reboot.
While my body tried to recover from thrill, pleasure, exhaustion, and pain, I felt light as a feather for the first time since I’d come to this planet. The weight would push back, but for the moment, the lightness was precious.
Marrok was watching me.
“Hey,” he said with a smile.
The warmth in his voice made my heart swell. I almost wanted to slump on his shoulders and let him carry me a little further so I wouldn’t need to hold everything all by myself. But I knew I couldn’t. No one could take my yoke, and I shouldn’t even have a small, secret hope that one day someone would.
My burden was mine, and mine alone, to bear, until I could get Fia home.
The level-headed Kaara was back in my body.
“Hello, werewolf,” I said coolly as if nothing had happened between us.
“We’re actually shifters.” His tone also hardened.
Whatever. Werewolves or shifters were a rarity on my former planet.
“Can you shift to forms other than a wolf?” I challenged him.
“We shift only to wolves.” Then he thought for a second and said, “If my ancestors chose other forms right in the beginning, we’d probably stick to that form.”
“Then you’re a werewolf.”
“Shifter.”
“Fine, wolf-shifter Alpha Marrok, whatever you prefer me to call you. We might not live through the next cycle.”
“I’ll keep you alive, Kaara. And I’ll never let you go hungry.”
“I can take care of myself.”
A teasing smile twitched on his lips. My heart stuttered for a second. A moment ago, he was a deadly warrior, and the next, he was an excellent lover. I’d expected to meet monsters at every turn, but not someone so deadly sexy.
“Then how about you keep me alive and never let me go hungry?” he asked.
“Don’t get cute,” I said.
He laughed. “You think I’m cute? You do, don’t you? I can see it in your eyes.”
Marrok was in an incredibly good mood. I wondered how long it had been since he’d gotten laid. Red jealousy shot through me. He could have slept with another woman last night, considering he was the alpha. He could have any woman in his pack.
He looked at me with dark amusement and my body purred from the attention, despite my annoyance.
“I’ll see you around,” he said.
“Of course.” I shrugged.
So, it was goodbye. We’d each gotten what we’d wanted. He might forget me tomorrow, and I’d try to drop him from my mind as well. Even though it was a small city, we might not cross paths again, given it had taken three years for our paths to cross for the first time.
I headed in an opposite direction from him, ready to call my team to come up to take our spoil.
Marrok caught up with me in two long strides. “No so fast,” he said. “You’ll find it’s very hard to get rid of me. Now, we go out together like a united front. But first, let’s return to that demon and toss it out of the window, so our men will bow at our combined force. Your coven can have h
alf of the alien meat.”
“You plan to eat the Eshmaki?” I asked incredulously.
“Why the hell not?” he asked in puzzlement.
“The assassin is a demon!”
“Now it’s meat,” he said. “And I don’t care about its name.” A dark light flashed in his eyes. He spun me and peeked into my eyes, and I put up my shield, ignoring the immediate ache in my head.
“How do you know it was an assassin?” he asked, menace in his voice. “Did it come after you? If it did, there would be more coming.”
Lithuaria royal house had sent the first assassin. The bounty hunters would keep coming until one of them could take my and Fia’s heads to them. I would have to take caution and double my men when we came for the next fallen ship.
I would take care of it.
“Anyone who attacks me is an assassin,” I said with exasperation.
“You’re hiding things from me, and I don’t like it. If there’s any threat to you, you need to let me know, and I’ll take it out.”
“My point is, demons are a sentient species.”
Marrok chuckled. “We’ll roast it tonight with pepper and garlic. If you don’t want the demon meat, my pack has no problem taking it all.”
I shook my head. Why was I even disgusted? This was Pandemonium.
“Take it,” I said with a dismissive wave.
We returned to the deck where we had slain the Eshmaki.
Marrok dragged the massive she-demon toward the nearest open tear of the ship, raised his conquest over his shoulders for all who were beneath the ship to see, and tossed her down.
The wolf clan howled in victory.
Marrok grabbed hold of my hand and lifted it high with his.
We both stood at the opening, so all could see our joined hands.
The pack quieted. My team widened their eyes, not knowing how to take this.
Had Marrok always been like this? Never giving anyone a fair warning?
I didn’t know the wolf clan’s custom, but I realized Marrok had just announced our alliance, and more than that—something only his pack understood fully.
If joining hands could get me a better deal when we came to scavenge the ships, I was fine with the gesture.
“Kaara Nightshades,” he said, nodding at me.