Mak

I had a driving need to fuck Gwen. Hard. Bed-breaking, wall-smashing fucking. And we’d do it, too. My cock demanded it. My fangs… well, my fangs would be the only part of me that wouldn’t be satisfied today. Or ever.

But my satisfaction wasn’t my top priority. No. It was to get Gwen to scream, to feel her muscles tense, her thighs clamp down on my ears as I made her come. As I licked up every bit of her sweet, sticky essence. One whiff of her arousal for me, then one hit of it on my tongue had me ravenous.

The proof of her desire for me had my balls aching with the need to empty deep inside her. My cock swelled, and swelled. I recognized the change, the shift in my cock to mate, to fill, lock and remain deep in Gwen’s pussy. It had never happened to me before, this possessive need to claim in the basest of ways. It was harder to stifle than my fangs, but somehow, I knew without the bite, the lock wouldn’t happen. Oh, she’d take my massive cock for a ride, but I wouldn’t remain deep within her. It wouldn’t—couldn’t—happen. My body wouldn’t let it and neither would my mind.

Gwen might be mine to fuck, but not to keep. Especially since we’d just agreed to one night. She’d get my scent, get sent back on missions where she belonged and I’d get the fuck off the Colony.

Yet it was hard to think about tomorrow, about being in a different sector of the universe when she clawed at my hair, the way she succumbed so beautifully to the passion within her. She was stunning. I wanted to see it. To know I made her this way was heady. Fuck, it was thrilling. A sight to behold.

I knew she’d never given herself to another like this. She didn’t behave like a virgin and I had no expectations of that, but this passionate nature of hers had just come out. For me and me alone. No one before me had seen her in such a state. No, she was balls-to-the-wall intense. Just as broody, as intense and fierce as I was. I saw it because I felt it in myself. Her need to escape, to escape even her own skin.

And right now, she wasn’t thinking about anything. Not how she’d been forced to choose a mate, her need to go on missions, the fact that she was more than human now. The Hive. The Colony. Her role as lieutenant. Everything was gone from her mind, everything but me.

She could just be the female who submitted to my fingers, my mouth… and soon, once she came all over my face, my cock.

When I felt her muscles quiver, tasted the warm trickle of her need on my tongue, felt her clit swell, I knew she was close. And when she arched her back, slammed her shoulders into the wall with the intensity of her orgasm, she was perfect.

Gwen. Lost to pleasure.

In that instant, while she practically ripped my hair out by the roots and screamed her release, I understood. Why the governor was obsessed with Rachel. Why Tyran and his second coveted Kristin. Why they would do anything for their mates. How they’d handed over their balls when their female arrived via transport from Earth, and were content in having done so.

Their possessiveness.

Their protectiveness.

Their need. Obsession. Desire. Affection. Mindless love.

No one else would see Gwen like this. Never. This… fire belonged to me. While I may have brought her to climax, she’d trusted me with herself, let go of any inhibitions, fears… everything. For me.

I knew that was a difficult thing for her, seemingly impossible being the only integrated Earth female on the planet. Hells, currently the only unmated female on the planet.

No longer. No. Fucking. Way.

This pussy, her slick, hot, pink flesh was mine. The tangy, sweet taste would linger only on my tongue. The scent of her would be all over my face, my chin, my cock. Every male who came near me would scent her, would know I’d taken what she’d offered so freely, even after I’d left.

If I’d known it would be like this, I’d have been among the fools trying to win her in that arena, just for this night alone. I’d have killed to possess her. Now I knew I would kill to protect her. And having my seed on her, marking her, would do just that long after I was gone.

When she was pressed, limp and sated, between me and the dented wall, her eyes flickered open.

“More,” she growled, eyes wide and filled with heat.

I may have made her feel good, but she was far from done. Far from done. Not only would she carry my scent upon her, letting every male on the planet know who she belonged to, I would fill her pussy until she craved me. Needed me. Only me.

Lowering her to her feet, I pressed a hand against the wall, leaned in so we were eye to eye. Her cheeks were flushed the same shade of pink as her pussy. Her hair was a wild tangle and clung to her sweaty temples. Her breathing was ragged—something that didn’t happen from tossing Prillons around the pit. She was… stunning.

“We are not done,” I agreed.

With the back of my free hand, I wiped my mouth, then licked my lips. “I am marked. Your turn.”

With her new quick reflexes, my cock was in her fist and she was pumping me before I blinked. My hips jerked involuntarily at the tight squeeze, the smooth slide. A groan ripped from my throat and I slapped my hand against the wall. Fuck. Fuck! It felt so good. So fucking good I gave myself over to it, to her. For just a few seconds, then I opened my eyes, looked at her.

Saw her looking down at my cock, at the way her hand was working me. With precision, ruthlessness. Intensity.

No. Shit. Fuck! “No,” I snarled, and pulled my hips back, tugging my cock from her hold.

Her eyes flicked up to mine.

“What?” She licked her lips. “I know you’re close, you swelled in my hand.”

Any male would fucking swell in her hand if stroked with such talent.

“Holy crap, are you always this big?” she asked, her eyes were on my cock again. I glanced down between us, saw that it was bigger than it had ever been. Yeah, the mating instinct was making me grow and there was no way it would fit back in my pants.

“With you. Always,” I replied. It was true. Until the true claiming was complete, my mate would know the pleasure of riding a Forsian cock. And when true claiming occurred, wouldn’t be free from it until the biological need to fuck, to mate, to breed, was done. And that would take hours and an obscene amount of cum filling her pussy.

“You can get me off… this time,” I added when she opened her mouth to speak. “Get my scent on you. Fuck, it will be hot to watch you smear it all over your body, to know that you’re mine.”

“I’m not—”

I pinned her with a dark stare.

“You’re mine. As soon as you called out my name you became mine. Ask the governor. Ask anyone on the planet. Even the other females from Earth. You are mine, but I will honor your wishes. Our agreement. I will not bite you, force you into a mating you do not desire, but I will fuck you before this day is through. Hells, before this hour is through. I promise you, I will be hard and ready for you, over you and settled between those firm thighs. Sinking deep. Always hard.”

Her gaze dropped to my cock and I felt a spurt of cum seep from the tip. I wasn’t lying. The first stages of the mating cock had begun as soon as she called my name. It wouldn’t go down all the way now until I claimed her. Perhaps if I thought of Hive torture it might diminish, but definitely not when she was in my presence. When I could smell her female scent. Her need. And once she was marked, when our scents were mingled… fuck. I just got harder.

“This first time can be with your hand, right here against the wall. But know this, Gwen, I will be balls deep in you soon enough.”

Heat flared in her dark eyes and her gaze dropped to my cock. Leaning forward, she flicked her tongue over the tip. “You’re giving me control?”

Was I? Would I stand still and allow her to work me to completion? If it felt like what she’d been doing, fuck yes. But after… when I got her beneath me? She’d know my dominance. “For now.”

She shook her head.

“No?” I asked.

“If I get to be in control, then I don’t want it this way.”

I arched a brow, watched as the corner of her mouth turned up with a hint of challenge.

“Oh?”

Her hands pushed on my shoulders and I was launched backward and onto the bed. I bounced, but the bed frame collapsed beneath me, the mattress dropping a foot to the floor with a loud thump.

Naked and very pleased with herself, she stalked toward me. Nude and glorious. “If I’m in control, I’m taking that massive cock for a ride.”

Fuck, yes.

“Grip the headboard.”

I tilted my head down, gave her a stern look, but I completely forgot I didn’t like being bossed around when she put one knee on the mattress and crawled toward me.

Naked.

Her small breasts were perfect swells beneath her, dark pink, hard-tipped nipples pointing toward the bed, her hair long down over her shoulders. Wide hips swayed with each foot she moved closer. A predator and I was her fucking prey.

Fuck yes. This worked for me.

Glancing up, I reached for the headboard, knew it would be in pieces before we were done. My fingers curled around the metal slats, gripped.

She worked her way up my body until she straddled me, her knees on either side of my hips. I was big, so big that she was spread wide, her pussy resting directly on my stomach. My cock brushed up along the seam of her ass and while I held on with a fucking death grip, my hips involuntarily bucked, spreading my pre-cum along that gorgeous ass, as if it knew it would soon get in there too, not just her pussy.

Her desire smeared all over my belly and I knew, while I was huge, her passage was well prepared for me.

“I can’t believe I have you at my mercy,” she whispered, studying me.

“Is that still what you think?” I countered.

Cocking her head to the side, she studied me. I watched the fall of her dark hair over her shoulder. “I think you’re giving me control.” She paused. “That as soon as I’ve had my turn, you’ll have yours.”

“I told you that you are mine. I will prove it before we leave this room.”

“Don’t you mean this bed?” she asked.

I lifted my hips, stroked my cock along her ass again. “You have a better imagination than that, I’m sure. We will not limit our fucking to a bed. I will give you what you need anytime. Any place.”

She squirmed on top of me. “And what do you need?”

“Do you wish to talk while you have me pinned to the bed or do you wish to fuck?”

Her eyes widened, then narrowed just before she pushed up onto her knees, hovering over me. Sliding back so the broad crown of my cock was at her slick entrance, she met my gaze, held it as she slowly worked her way down onto me.

She gasped as my hard length began to stretch her open, as the head breached her. Lifting back up, she eased off, then pressed down. An inch, then retreated. Lower, but another inch, then back. She fucked herself slowly onto me.

“Jesus, Mak,” she gasped, circling her hips, taking more and then more of me. “Do you ever end?”

It took a while for her to sit fully on my lap, to have my massive cock deep inside her. By then, my teeth were gritted, my molars dust. The metal of the headboard was bent from my grip and my control was close to snapping. I’d give her this. But only if she started to fucking move. My balls burned to fill her. My fangs ached to descend.

Every fiber of my being wanted her to move, to fuck herself on me. And when she did just that, placing her palms on my chest and lifting and lowering herself, I groaned. She was a sight to behold. The way she bit her lip and closed her eyes, giving over to the pleasure of me being inside her. Her breasts, while small, swayed slightly with her motions. Her waist was narrow, her hips wide. Her ass, fuck, I wanted to grip it in my hands and hang on. And the Hive integrations, the silvery hints of her new strength, only reminded me of how I could reduce her—once again—to the female within.

“I-I can’t come like this. I need more.”

I saw the frustration on her face mixed with her arousal.

“Touch yourself. That’s it. Yes. Put those fingers on that hard, little gem and rub it. Show me what feels good. Ride my cock and get yourself off. I promise that when you do, your pussy’s going to milk the cum right from my balls.

Maybe it was my dark words. Maybe it was the knowledge that I was right there with her, but she moved one hand down between us and she began to play. To circle and press as she began to fuck me faster, harder.

The combination had her inner walls clenching, squeezing me. The sound of her arousal was all I could hear over her ragged breathing.

“Mak!” she cried, coming all over me.

I did come then, her pussy milking the cum from me, just as I’d said. I couldn’t hold it back. There was no chance. The pleasure was intense, the feel of her wet heat too much. She was just too perfect.

The slats of the headboard ripped away, and I had her flipped onto her back, my cock still deep inside her as we continued to come. I didn’t let up, but fucked her hard, pushing us both into another orgasm.

Hells, I wasn’t done. It wasn’t the mating cock keeping me deep. It was this need, this obsession with Gwen. I needed it. I needed her.

“More,” I growled, echoing her earlier words.

When her eyes flickered open, she smiled. Her hands slid down my sides and to my ass, pulled me closer—if that were possible.

“More,” she repeated.

There would be no question, when we went to our mission meetings in the morning, that Gwen was marked and taken. Claiming her with my bite wasn’t necessary.

When she clawed at my back, her body shuddering as another orgasm ripped through her, her pussy pulsing and rippling around my cock like a hot fist, the Hyperion beast awoke. I couldn’t stop my fangs from descending, the urge to bite her so strong I buried them in the mattress as I pumped my seed into her yet again.

I wasn’t sane in that moment. I knew it. But the beast within didn’t care about rules or promises or honor. He simply wanted.

Gwen was mine. To fuck. To protect. To touch and pet and spoil. No one would fucking look at her if they wanted to keep breathing.

“Mak.” Gwen’s cry was sweet torment as she raised her hips beneath me, ankles locked behind my back, her incredible strength lifting us both up off the bed, driving my cock deep, demanding more.

I gave it to her. I gave her everything I could.

And the beast howled in pain. Denied his final claim. And with our agreement, denied anything more than right now. For this night would be it.