Mak, Open Space

I was in open space. Fuck, yes. With the never-ending blackness out the cockpit window, I finally felt free. No sectors, no battlegroups. Just unclaimed, uncharted universe. It was a familiar sensation, this need to be in control of my life, my destiny, but it has been some time. So much had happened since I’d been set up, since the traitor I now knew came from Cerberus, had destroyed everything I’d built. Ruined me. Led to my capture, first by the Coalition, then my capture and torture by the Hive. The struggle for survival. Escape. The unending days sentenced to a prisoner’s life on the Colony. It had all been his fault.

And now, I had to thank the traitor for my mate. For Gwen. And every dark thing I’d survived, every agony, the rage. It was all worth it.

I had planned to hunt the traitor, return to Rogue 5 and have my revenge. Now I was content alerting Kronos to the problem and letting the legion deal with it. I had more important things to do. Like keep my mate alive.

Glancing at the co-pilot’s seat beside me, I realized that my destiny wasn’t as I’d thought. No, my life was with Gwen. I studied her as she stared out into the vast emptiness, the look of awe, of all-encompassing peace on her face. With her long hair pulled back, her cheeks smeared with dust and blood from the cave, her body armor covered in dirt, gore and tearstains on the dark blue clothing, she’d never looked more beautiful.

And she was mine completely. Well, almost. Except for the lack of official claiming, I had her body and soul.

And she me in return. I would want no other. I needed her, my other half, the other half of my soul. I was a Forsian poet in my thoughts, but they couldn’t be helped.

As the governor had said, he was pussy whipped. An Earth term his mate Rachel had told him about, I remembered him laughing. He was completely under his mate’s power. Weaker, smaller and somewhat helpless on the Colony without a protector, she had all the control of her two Prillon mates.

It was the same for Gwen. She had all the control. I could deny her nothing. Yet she wasn’t weak of body. She was strong. Too strong. She didn’t need me to survive, to keep her safe. She was self-sufficient and yet she wanted me beside her on this adventure to… who the fuck knew?

“What?” she asked, catching me looking at her.

I smiled. Really smiled. “Nothing. We have the entire universe to explore. Together.”

She pursed her lips.

“What?” I asked in return.

“Do you know how to turn on the auto pilot on this thing?” She looked at the displays that filled the snug cabin.

“Of course.”

“While I want to go see the entire universe, I don’t need to do it right now.”

I arched a brow. “What did you have in mind?”

My cock stirred at the idea of having her climb in my lap and take my cock for a ride. I’d yet to fuck her in every room—every surface of this ship, but it was something I would definitely enjoy from now on.

I undid the harness about my shoulders, the clasp on my chest coming undone beneath my deft fingers. The straps fell to the sides. “I’m all yours.”

And I meant it.

She smiled and I could have sworn the sun came out from around the forty-seventh asteroid belt. Undoing her harness, she stood, held out her hand. “Come on.”

I frowned. “But don’t you want to—”

She took hold of my wrist, tugged me up, pulled me behind her, out of the cockpit and down the central corridor. Only when we were in the central room did she stop. “Oh, I want to. But fucking isn’t enough for me. I took the antidote the analysis unit made for me.”

“What?” My cock was already hard in my pants, my balls aching to fill her pussy up again. It had been too long since I’d been inside her.

“I don’t satisfy you? If you want me on my knees, my mouth on your pussy, it is no hardship. You do not need to be shy about telling me your needs.”

She flushed prettily—even after all we’d done together—and shook her head.

“You don’t like me eating that sweet pussy?”

She laughed, covered her face with her hand. “It’s not that. Yes, of course you satisfy me. You know that well enough, Mr. Big Ego. I love that and you can eat me out all you want.”

“Then what is it? I will pleasure you any way you wish.”

“Then claim me.”

Those three words had the eagerness to fuck slip from me. Like a cold shower tube, I was doused in reality. “I will give you anything but that.” I sliced my hand through the air. “I’m not willing to risk your life.”

“I told you, I took the antidote. I’m fine.”

Antidote. Yes, she had said something about an antidote, but I hadn’t heard anything other than I wasn’t giving her all she needed. Now, watching as she crossed her arms over her chest, I tried not to notice the way her breasts lifted, even under the layer of armor. Fuck, I loved those breasts, but I needed to focus on what she’d said.

“When did you take this… antidote?”

“I’d forgotten about it after the battle, but got it first thing once back on board. Like I said, I want more, mate.”

“We don’t know if the antidote is effective or not. It’s a Hive med room that’s giving us the answers, the fucking antidote, and I don’t trust it.” She was too precious to me to risk. I’d been able to fuck her fine without my fangs. The pleasure we could share for the rest of our lives without it would be more than fine with me.

“Don’t you want to claim me?” she asked. Her eyes were filled with doubt and I hated that.

Closing the distance between us in two strides, I cupped her face in my big palm. “With my very being.” My fangs dropped as I said the words, bodily proof of my desire to make her completely and finally mine in every way.

“Then bite me.”

I took a step back. “No. It is too dangerous.”

She laughed, although it was filled with sadness. I hated that I made her feel this way, but I’d rather her fight with me than be dead.

“Why? You think me weak?” Her hands moved to her hips. Fortunately, her doubt was replaced with anger. I never wished her to doubt her perfection.

“I—”

“Who tossed Prillons around in the pit like they were dolls?”

“You,” I admitted, remembering how I’d sat in the stands and watched her destroy every male who got near her.

“Who single-handedly destroyed nine Hive soldiers before you or my other babysitters could arrive?”

“The Nexus unit nearly killed you.” I glanced down at her arm, to the hole in her pants, the edges of the material torn and singed. She’d fought in that cave, fought for her life, and I was proud of her. But I wouldn’t cause her harm.

“I walked freely on the moon, breathing the acidic fog, my lungs healing faster than the acid could destroy them.”

“Still—“ She was right. Logically, I knew she spoke the truth. But my protective instincts refused to risk her.

She peeled off her uniform, baring her shoulders, giving me a tempting glimpse of her pale flesh. No blood, no wounds. Perfectly whole.

Groaning, I couldn’t tear my gaze from her soft skin, the scent of her filling my head and my cock with a rush of blood.

She lifted her hand, pushed at my chest. I was knocked back a step, reminded of her strength. “I’m not weak. I’m not fragile. You won’t kill me because as soon as you bite me, I will heal. No bleeding out. No death.”

“It’s poison!” I shouted, raking my fingers through my hair. I grabbed her by the biceps, lifted her up so we were eye to eye. Our breaths mingled and her gaze met and held mine. “I’m poison to you.”

I felt her fumble around, digging for something buried in her pants pocket.

“You’re not. I can prove it.” She lifted an injector up so I could see it, raising up the lower half of her arm since I had her pinned.

“What is that?” I asked.

“Proof.” She dropped the injector to her thigh and I heard the whoomph of air that accompanied an injection. “I used the leftover serum to manufacture a larger dose.”

I dropped her, stunned. “What?”

“I injected at least three times what your bite would push into my system.”

Dropping to my knees, I grabbed her thigh, tugged at the pants she wore and ripped them. “No! Fuck, no. God, Gwen. What have you done?”

I grabbed the injector from her hand, threw it across the room where it clattered, making Gwen startle.

My hands slid over her toned flesh, the firm muscles, the silvery integrations. Being captured and tortured by the Hive was easier than this. It was as if she’d ripped my heart out, held it in the palm of her hand. Then dropped it and stomped on it. I couldn’t watch her die. Not now, not after all we’d been through. Not ever.

Her hands slid into my hair, stroked and tried to soothe me. “It’s fine. I’m fine.”

Glancing up at her, I snarled. “No! It’s not fine! Fuck, woman, you are going to die. The serum is—”

“—destroyed.”

I couldn’t catch my breath, the panic I felt real. Intense.

“Mak. Mak. MAK!” Gwen kept saying my name, but it was only when she took hold of my hand, gripped a finger and bent it backward did I respond.

“Fuck!” I shouted, and she released me immediately.

“The serum has no effect on me because of the antidote and also because, I assume, I heal quickly, thanks to the Hive. There’s no time for it to enter the bloodstream and damage me. I’m not going to die. I’m not normal, Mak. I’m not human. Not anymore.”

I took a breath, then another. She showed no signs of any damage. No difficulty breathing, no blue lips. No seizure. No blood in her eyes. No stopping heart.

Her words were finally processing. The injection had no effect on her. No change. Nothing. She was right.

I ran my hand over my face. “Holy fuck, Gwen. Your heart may not have stopped, but I swear mine just did.”

She smiled. “So you can claim me now.”

“Claim you now?” I was still on my knees before her. I stripped her and she let me. When I had her naked, I stood, putting my shoulder into her belly as I tossed her over it, carrying her out of the main room and to one of the sleeping quarters. “I’m going to spank your ass now.”

“What?” she screeched as I tossed her on the big bed.

Oh yes. My female, whole and with me alone on our own spacecraft. With nothing but time. And no reason not to fully claim her. I could sink my teeth into her shoulder as I filled her with my seed. And the mating cock… it would—

Oh. I hadn’t told her about that yet.

I grinned, remembering how surprised she’d been with my aroused cock, and that had been when it was normal sized. Yeah, a spanking first, and then I’d share the rest. Hells, I’d show her.

Then I’d fuck her with it.

She was on her back, one knee bent. She was naked, some of her hair having come loose from the tie at her nape. “Why are you going to spank me?”

I reached out, took hold of her ankle and rolled her onto her stomach. “Besides you liking it?”

She sputtered but didn’t say anything.

“Because you put yourself in danger with that injector. You will not take chances with your health.”

“But I knew it was safe!”

“You knew no such thing.” I gritted my teeth, not wanting to think the worst.

“But I’m fine and now you can fuck me and bite me. Claim me, Mak.”

I closed my eyes at the sound of those words. Claim me, Mak.

How I’d longed to hear those from her lips, especially now when I could actually do it. When I didn’t have to deny either of us what we so desperately wanted.

She tugged against my hold on her ankle, but both of us weren’t using our full strength. The metal walls in the small room would be dented and destroyed if we really wanted to fight it out. But I sensed she wanted me to know she wasn’t going to be completely compliant in this… or anything. I grinned, reaching up with my other hand and grabbed her waist, her back toward me so she was on her hands and knees.

Her glorious heart-shaped ass was there, just waiting for my mark. I spanked her, the loud crack of it reverberating. She gasped, but it wasn’t hard at all. Still, my handprint instantly bloomed on her skin.

“Mak!” she cried, looking over her shoulder and glaring at me. While she looked none too pleased at being spanked, she wiggled her hips and there was heat in her eyes. Unmistakable need there, and making the soft lips of her pussy glisten with welcome.

“You want me to claim you. I am.” I lifted my chin. “I like seeing my handprint on you.”

“I want more than your hand,” she said, pouting, arching her back and thrusting her ass closer to me. “God, I… the serum might not harm me, but it makes me hot. Hot for you. Horny.”

My brow arched as I let go of her ankle. She wasn’t going to move now. No, she was needy. Eager. I understood that, my fangs dropping not only when I was riled, but when I was desperate to fuck.

Like now.

“Now you know how I feel,” I countered. I spanked her again, lightly.

She moaned, then gave me an order I could not refuse. “Strip, mate.”

Hastily, I shucked shirt, shoes, socks, everything except my pants. When I was done, she was on her knees facing me. Even with her on the bed, I was taller.

“Need help?” she asked, reaching out to undo my pants.

Fuck, she was gorgeous. Her hair tied long down her back. The rest of her bare. Perfect. From her silvery integrations to her pale, creamy skin. Those soft, small breasts with the rosy nipples, her narrow waist, broad hips, needy pussy.

I licked my lips, remembering her taste. My fangs seeped their serum and I tasted it on my tongue. Sharp, dark flavor coated my palate and it made my cock swell. My inner Hyperion knew it was time, that there would be no holding back. That I would finally sink my fangs into my perfect mate and make her mine.

“I will claim you, Gwen.” I moved her hands away as I opened the clasp on my pants myself. “There’s just one small thing.” Pushing the fabric down below my hips, I let my cock finally spring free. “Well, not a small thing.”

Gwen’s eyes dropped to my cock and I watched her response as it grew. And grew. My mating cock was ready to claim. To fuck. To fill. To finish.

Gwen

Holy shit. Like, seriously, holy shit. Mak’s cock was hard. And big. And long. And thick. And getting harder. And bigger. And longer. And thicker.

“Um, I don’t remember it being that big,” I said, staring. Ogling. Clenching my pussy in anticipation.

“This is what I wanted to tell you about,” Mak said and I glanced up at him. “You know about the Hyperion bite while mating, but I never told you about the Forsian mating cock.”

Mak didn’t need to grip the base to keep it upright and aiming right at me. No, the base of it was big, wide, like ridiculously so. Like porn star dildo size. A deep ruddy red, there were thick, bulging veins that ran up the impressive length. And the head, wow. It was broad, flared and I whimpered knowing it would slide over every single hot button I had inside me. It had taken a lot of work to get him inside me the first time; I’d been on top and I’d had to work myself up and down, taking my time to open for him.

But this…

I squirmed on the bed, my thighs slick with my need. That serum injection had been like a drug, an arousal hit unlike I’d ever felt before. My breasts became tender and achy, my nipples hard points. My pussy ached and clenched, eager to be filled. My clit swelled, became more sensitive and I knew I could come if Mak gave it just the slightest bit of attention.

But I hadn’t imagined… a mating cock.

“So it’s just bigger. Okay, I can handle that.”

With a hand placed between my breasts, he pushed me back. I fell onto the bed as he loomed over me. His hand grasped his huge Forsian cock and began to stroke. “It’s not just bigger. When a Forsian claims his mate, he slides his cock nice and deep—taking the time to get all of it inside her pussy—and then it locks in place.”

I frowned, but it was hard to follow what he was saying completely because he was gorgeous. A huge hulk of a male, his rippled chest bare and he was gripping a huge cock. His pants were open for it to jut out. The look of him was… virile. Arousing. He was so… male and he made all my female parts weep for him.

“Did you say lock?” I didn’t see any kind of Hive integration on his cock—and I’d had a chance to look at it very up close.

“It swells, catches inside your pussy. I’ll remain inside you until I’m done, female. Until I fill you with my seed. Until you are mine completely.”

I pushed up to my elbows, watching as a drop of pre-cum slipped from the small slit. “For how long?”

“Until the Forsian mating is done,” he replied. He pushed off his pants, stepped out of them and climbed onto the bed. I couldn’t help but watch his cock as it aimed right for me. I gulped.

“And how long is that?” I asked.

“Hours.”

“Hours,” I repeated on a squeak. “Won’t you get blue balls or something?”

He glanced down at himself between us, then at me. “I do not know this term, but I think I understand. I will come many times inside your perfect pussy, filling you with my seed.”

“But don’t you need a break or something to, you know… recharge?”

His hand came up, stroked my hair, his thumb brushing over my cheek. “I will remain hard for the duration. I will be able to please you… for hours.”

For hours.

“I might not die from the bite, but I may die from pleasure.”

He growled, his face all of a sudden fierce. “No dying.”

Shit, right. Bad joke. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset or scared. Or freaked out. I just wanted you to see that there’s nothing to worry about.”

“Besides a red ass,” he countered, his gaze lowering to my mouth.

“What were you saying about lasting for hours?”

If he didn’t like the joke about dying, then I didn’t like the joke about him spanking me. I wasn’t going to tell him that, surprisingly, it was really hot. Or maybe it was the serum making me think that. He’d spanked me before, yet perhaps he’d have to do it again to see. I squirmed at the thought.

The corner of his mouth tipped up. “We will fuck continuously until the claiming is done. You may pass out from the strength of your orgasms, but don’t worry, I will wait for you to awaken for more.”

“Oh god,” I whispered. Pass out from pleasure? Bring it. “Okay. I’m ready.”

He studied me, his dark eyes meeting mine. “No, you’re not.”

I frowned. “I am.”

He slowly shook his head. “If you are talking in sentences, then you are not ready.”

He kissed me then, holding my head in place with his palm. Gently, sweetly and almost reverently.

After the wall-banging sex we’d had before, this was… tame. Gentle. This was about so much more than sex. God, his touch was tender. Gentle.

Reverent.

Tears were gathering as my heart swelled painfully in my chest, the rapid beating like a hummingbird’s wings against my ribs. “I love you, Mak.” His entire body went still, as if I’d frozen him in place. Shit. Maybe I should have kept my stupid, needy mouth shut.

He lifted his head, stared down at me in silence.

Yep. Should have kept the weak, emotional, needy female parts of me to myself.

I turned my head away, embarrassed now, but his growl of warning came seconds before his huge hand cupped the side of my face, turning me back to face him.

“No. Do not hide from me.”

I stared up into his eyes, drowning. Lost. He was my everything. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. You don’t have to—“

“Be quiet, female. I know the human word—love. But that is not what I feel for you. That word means nothing, mate. I live and die to please you, to protect you, to ensure your happiness. Your pain is my agony. I am yours, Gwendolyn of Earth. Yours. I give myself to you, pledge myself to you and only you. I will never leave your side.”

The tears slipped free and he bent down, kissing the wetness from my temples, tasting my pain. I couldn’t seem to make them stop, like he’d broken a dam inside me and years of loneliness poured out.

I wrapped my arms around him, pulled him to me. Kissed him for the first time with every single cell in my body loving him, wanting only him. Welcoming him.

His lips were only sweet for a few seconds and then it turned carnal. Oh yeah, lots of tongue and, god, did he taste good.

His lips moved to my jaw, then my neck, his teeth grazing over my pulse, then lower. “Here, mate. I will claim you forever.” He nipped at my skin and my back arched up off the bed, eager. “I will bite you here when I’m buried deep in your pussy, my cum coating you, filling you.”

I whimpered and angled my head. He could do it now and I’d be fine. But no.

His mouth continued a downward path to my breasts, taking one taut nipple into his mouth, suckling, laving and tugging on it. I knew my nipples to be sensitive, but not like this. My hands tangled in his hair as I held him in place. If he kept at it, I might actually come.

Again, no. He moved to the other one, licking and kissing my skin on the way. He only shifted from one breast to the other until I was writhing beneath him and begging for more.

Only then did he kiss his way to my navel, then lower, using his broad shoulders to part my legs and settle between. Large palms cupped the insides of my thighs and spread me wider as he put his mouth on me.

I bowed off the bed at the first touch of his talented tongue to my clit. “Mak!” I cried.

“Sensitive,” he murmured.

“I’m going to come,” I told him. Just one more brush of his tongue and I’d go over. The serum was that good. Before Mak, I’d never been able to come from oral sex alone, but with him—his mouth, tongue, lips—wow.

“Not yet.”

“Not yet?” I asked. Sweat coated my skin and I couldn’t remain still, although his grip on my thighs held me in place. In fact, he curved his palms to cup my butt and I wasn’t going anywhere. Immobile just where he wanted me.

“You’ll come when I sink my cock into you.”

And I wanted him right where he was. Between my thighs, his face hovering just over me. I could feel his warm breath. “In me. Please.”

“You beg so sweetly.”

Frustrated, I used all my strength to flip us over, although all that did was have me straddling his head, his hands still cupping me. This time, his mouth was inches beneath my pussy.

“This way works, too,” he commented, lowering me down so he could suck one lower lip into his mouth, then the other before his tongue stiffened and he circled my weeping entrance. Prodded it with a promise of what was to come. But that mating cock was so, so much bigger.

My head fell back and I felt my hair brush over my back, my skin so sensitive. He was incredibly skilled at bringing me to the brink, but not over.

“Mak… I need. God, now. Hurry. Must—more.”

“There we go. Mindless,” he said when he flipped us over once again. He crawled up my body so he hovered over me again. This time I felt his cock prodding at my entrance, slipping over my dripping folds. I was wet from Mak’s mouth and from my own need. My body was primed, well-lubricated for the big cock it was about to take. Perhaps the serum helped with that, doing something to my body to make me wetter than I’d ever been in my life.

“Will you, Gwendolyn from Earth, become my claimed mate for all eternity?”

Oh. This moment was a big deal. It was hard for the haze of lust to clear enough to think, but I knew what he was asking. There would be no going back after this. Not just the fact that I’d never be able to consider any other cock ever again, but any other male.

No. Mak was mine. The one for me. The only one.

“Yes, Mak. I want to be your claimed mate. Bite me. Fuck me. Do the Forsian lock thing. Now.”

Lifting my hips, the broad head of his cock pressed against my entrance and nudged inside.

Big. Fucking big.

“Oh god.”

He leaned onto one forearm, keeping his weight off of me. His other hand cupped my breast, tugged at the nipple. “Oh,” I gasped.

He slipped in a little further.

“Good girl. You feel so good. Perfect. You were made for me.”

He crooned to me, whispered endearments, encouragement, sexy talk that had him sliding into me, filling me more and more and more until there was no doubt we were one.

I bent my knees and put my feet on the bed at his hips, lifted up and he slid a little deeper.

Mak was breathing hard, sweat dotted his brow. I could tell he was holding back, at least for now until I had taken him all, until I had adjusted to his huge, huge cock.

His hand cupped the back of my knee, pushed it wide and then up, opening me to him even more.

I gasped when he slid in all the way. He bottomed out, that blunt crown nudging my womb. I had no doubt if I weren’t on birth control, I’d be pregnant by morning.

“You feel so fucking good,” he growled. “Oh shit, I can feel myself getting even bigger.”

“The base,” I gasped, feeling it grow, spread even further.

Mak pulled back, but only moved about an inch, but didn’t retreat any further. “That’s it. We’re locked together. Are you all right?”

He stroked my face again in the way I liked as he looked down at me. So intent, concerned.

I rippled around him, still adjusting to being opened up so much. It didn’t hurt, but if he didn’t start to move, I was going to go insane.

“Mak, please,” I whimpered, trying to lift up to make him fuck me.

He slid back in that little bit.

“Yes!” I cried, and grabbed at his lower back.

He fucked me slowly, getting used to being so… together. This wasn’t wild and crazy, but close. Personal. Us.

When he pulled back and slid deep again, I came. My head arched back, my cry filling the room. The pleasure of it went on and on as Mak continued to slide in and out.

“Gwen,” he shouted, lowering his head into the crook of my neck. I heard him groan, “Mine,” just before his teeth—his fangs—penetrated the spot where my neck and shoulder met.

I screamed, the searing hit of the bite was replaced immediately with a different kind of burn from the serum.

It was like instant pleasure, so intense I came. It wasn’t my clit that was the epicenter of my pleasure, but Mak himself. I felt his pleasure as he felt mine.

“Yes, god yes!” I cried as I let it wash over me.

His hand tightened on my knee as his teeth remained embedded deep in my flesh, just like his cock. I felt the heat of his seed fill me, slip around our joining and escape. There was just no room for all of it. No room for anything, no thought, no sound, no feeling but him. But us.

I had no sense of time, but Mak lifted his head, licked at the wound. It felt sore, tender, but only for a moment. My eyes blinked open and I saw him studying the mark as if I’d been wrong and there was still a chance I might die.

I only felt pleasure, felt Mak deep—so deep—inside me.

“More,” I begged, tugging him back down with my hand cupped behind his head.

“More,” Mak growled, grinning. His fangs were gone. He kissed me and fucked me some more. When he pulled back this time, the mating cock somehow allowed for more movement, more friction and he took advantage.

Grabbing my ankles, he lifted them to his shoulders for a more direct thrust. He took me that way until I came, delirious with pleasure. It never ended, but built higher and higher. I wasn’t sure how he’d flipped me onto my hands and knees with his cock stuck inside me, but he did. Then fucked me some more. He came again, more seed, more pleasure.

It blended together in a sweaty, sticky, loving mess until Mak had me in front of him, like we were two spoons in a drawer as he slowly took me once more. I did pass out then, for I woke up with his hand cupping my breast as he continued to rock his hips. This time it was a slow fuck, gentle and almost like a break. But we were still connected.

“Will the pleasure ever stop?” I whispered, moving into the feel of him.

“Hours, mate. Hours.”