Chapter Eleven:

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Dommik watched his trapped fairy sit up on her knees and take hold of him. Her soft smiles and impish features burned deep into his brain, his hard drives. He would forever have these images with him, tormenting him long after she came to hate him.

But his body remained stiff, needing more of her, and when her hands tugged him down he joined her onto the cold ground. His seed covered her in dewy tendrils from her chin down to pool to her pelvis. The animal inside him roared, the spider inside him wanted to bind her within his ropes to feast from.

Kat was meant to be devoured. Her frenetic aura to be chained, claimed, his conquest. He wanted to capture the beauty of her, he wanted to take it with him everywhere.

She was his trophy and if another being ever sought to steal her away, Dommik would unleash a Hell that the universe had never seen its like.

Her eyes flashed a brilliant, mischievous green. Pouty lips crept up into a smile, her copper curls mussed and damp around her face. He ate her up. And she touched him, her hands curved around his kneeled frame, up his tense thighs, and over his hard stomach, skipping the cock that was desperate for her attention.

Dommik didn’t want Kat to hate him, he didn’t want her to be afraid of him, but it was inevitable. What he had shown her of himself was just a piece of what he truly was.

Her taste was in his mouth where he wanted it to stay.

He gripped her chin as her hands traced the scars on his chest. “Your eyes have a wicked gleam to them, Kat, what are you thinking?”

She licked her bottom lip. “I want your poison.”

“Do you now?”

Her fingers tugged at his long strands, rising up to scrape her nails over his scalp. Their eyes stayed locked. “Has anyone told you that your face looks like a skull in the shadows?”

He couldn’t help but smirk. “Yes. Has anyone told you that you look like a fairy?” he countered.

She shook her head as he dropped his hand. “No.” Her eyes fell back to his chest. “Do they hurt?” Dommik watched as she whispered her fingers over one of his jagged scars.

“Not anymore.”

Kat leaned forward and kissed them and he let her, feeling his heart sting and bleed with each press of her lips. He held still as her tongue licked the crisscrossing knife and claw marks, she sucked on his bullet markings. “I’m sorta a nurse,” she smiled against his skin. “I help people die comfortably. I wish I had been around to kiss these better when you received them.” Her emerald orbs caught him. “I heard kisses make hurts feel better.”

Dommik’s eyes narrowed. She was hurting him more than any of the battle wounds he had received before. He stiffened as she continued to worship him.

She had brought him to his knees and that floored him. He wasn’t used to comforting, to passion, not at the level Kat was willing to give him and it grew in him like a weed.

His fingers caught into her tangled curls, lifting her bruising kisses away. “You chose me, Kat.”

She laughed. “I think I chose you when I first saw you at the port, when you stepped out of your ship.”

Dommik flinched but fought against it and took hold of her instead, his fingers white against her fiery hair. “I wish I could say you chose well.” He took her mouth before she could say another word and he put himself into it, all of him. “I claim you, Katalina Jones.”

And I’ll scare you half to death.

She looked at him as she tried to understand his sentiment as if she wondered if she should put stock into his words. He wasn’t going to reassure her or lie to her.

Let her believe what she wants.

He pushed her back against the enclosure’s floor as he covered her, and positioned her legs open. With one quick adjustment, the bulge of his cock found her dripping core and slammed into it. He roared in triumph

Dommik arched over his fairy and quieted her gasps with his hand as she struggled and fought beneath him. He held her firm, waiting for her body to succumb, holding still as her pussy squeezed and clenched his dick. It tried to push him out, it tried to fit him.

All he could focus on was swallowing her cries and how deliciously tight she was.

When her legs fell open and her muscles went pliant, he lifted up to watch as she took his claiming. He slowly rocked, finding her g-spot with his head and bumped it.

Sweat coated her freckled skin and when her mouth parted in a moan, her pained eyes hooded into submission, he pistoned into her.

He lost himself in her. Dommik held her down to stop her body from sliding up with each advance.

Each thrust brought forth his name in a moaned shriek, each pump breaking them both apart until the metal skeleton inside him wanted to rip him apart. His creature wanted to shift. Her breasts bounced, the smell of hard sex swallowed them up, and his cum remained slick on her chest.

Dommik reared up on his knees, grasping her small waist and bringing her into the new position. His little fairy gave as good as she received, gyrating her hips and finding her own pleasure. He released her, letting her take the pace, and focused on her clit. Rubbing slow and soft, quick and hard, until her body sagged and climaxed on him. With one arm snaked under her ass to hold her up, he continued assaulting her with his fingers as he took over, wallowing in her twitching release and tight sheath.

“Tired are we?” he snickered and pumped into her, forcing her body to continue.

Her eyes flickered open. “No,” she gasped, sitting up onto him and enfolding her arms behind his neck. “Yes.”

Dommik lost the inferno in him when she laid her head against his chest. His cock swelled and shot his load deep in a pussy so hot, so tight it could subdue him and he craved it again even before his climax ended.

He captured her in his arms and they held each other because he didn’t want to let her go and her racing heart soothed him. A lullaby of life on his otherwise industrial ship.

It wasn’t until Kat caught her breath and the heat between them cooled that he lifted her into his arms and walked to the lavatory.

Neither of them spoke as the water cascaded over their skin and his mark washed away. They bathed each other gently, their hands sliding over each curve and marking, he discovered where she was ticklish and she found the almost unseeable seams where his body shifted apart.

She leaned into him and her eyelashes fluttered over his torso, the pads of her fingers wrinkled from the water fell over his muscles to caress. “I feel different.”

I know.

Dommik brushed her tangled wet curls away from her face. “You just had sex with a Cyborg,” he teased. “I heard it can be overwhelming.”

She mumbled and burrowed closer into him. “I’m glad you can’t get sick.”

He looked down at her clinging onto him and powered off the jets. Why is she fixated on illness? Grabbing a towel from the wall, he hugged her tight within its folds, taking his time drying her skin and ruffling her hair, only wishing he had something softer to dry her with. Dommik pictured her in a bed of silk and flannel.

When she was dry, he picked her up and carried her back to her quarters, letting the door shut behind them. He watched as Kat moved out of his arms and rummage through her luggage, still unpacked on the desk. She tumbled her nightshirt over her head, hiding her body from his view.

The soothing atmosphere from before vanished back into the cold metal of the ship. It was whisked away by the intermittent flashes of her personal tablet and the stiff silence between them.

It was awkward and for the first time, as he ran his eyes over her curves, he felt guilt and an unusual sense of regret. His bad play was rusty at best, if nonexistent.

But he was also elated by the strange turn of events that put Kat and him in each others’ paths.

Even now I want her. I can smell myself on her skin. The emerald jewels of her eyes caught his. She’ll always catch me.

“Will you stay with me tonight?”

“I can’t leave the bridge unattended much longer.” Dommik wanted to stay with her but needed to get away. “We’re headed into Trentian territory. Things will be difficult from here on out.”

Her face fell and she moved around him to climb up into her bunk, a flash of thigh had his fingers reaching out and caressing it as she settled in. She shivered.

“I don’t know much about the aliens.” She masks her disappointment well.

“Research them tomorrow.” He took a step back. “And know, you’re safe with me.”

“I always knew I was safe with you.”

Dommik nodded and turned toward the door, it opened up and he stepped out. He left a lot unsaid between them, a lot of questions to be asked and answered but all of it would have to wait for another time. “Goodnight, Kat.”

The door zipped closed behind him and he heard her faint response through the metal.

“Goodnight, Dommik.”