Kira, The Colony, Angh’s quarters

“You’re awake,” Angh said, his sleepy voice a rough murmur close to my ear. We were spooned in his big bed, my head resting on his thick biceps, his other arm over my waist and cupping my bare breast. I felt every hard inch of him against my back, even his legs, as they were bent and nestled to the full length of mine.

I smiled into the dark room. “So are you.” I wiggled my hips against the thick hardness growing, thickening, prodding at my back.

He grunted, shifting, and pressed his hips forward so his cock slid along the seam of my bottom, between my legs, spreading my swollen pussy lips open from behind as he coated himself in the instant flood of welcoming heat. Just that fast, I was wet. Hot. Ready.

“Again?” I asked, licking my lips. My pussy was a little sore. How could it not be? An Atlan’s cock was huge—bigger than any images of a porn star I’d ever seen on Earth—and that wasn’t even in beast mode. Then…god. Just the memory brought me closer to orgasm.

That was why, when he’d carried me back to his room, he’d taken me to his shower—an oversized one, I assumed to accommodate his beast—and cleaned every inch of me, then dropped to his knees and made me come with his mouth. To say Angh wielded his tongue with as much precision as his huge cock was an understatement.

And to say he was voracious? The three orgasms he gave me beneath the hot spray before my legs gave out was proof of that.

“My cock will never go down. Not with you nearby, with the taste of you on my tongue, the hot feel of your pussy all over my cock, your scent in my lungs.”

He was quite the caveman, and I loved it. This wasn’t just a wild night of fucking. The connection was something I couldn’t describe. Lying here, snoozing in his embrace felt comfortable, right. Perfect. It wasn’t awkward. I wasn’t worried that I’d made a stupid mistake or wondering how I could slip out without waking him. There would be no walk of shame. I didn’t regret a single moment of the time we’d spent together. And I loved knowing I aroused him, that his cock wouldn’t go down with me nearby.

It was heady and made me feel powerful. Me, all five feet plus of me, could bring an Atlan beast to his knees. I had done just that, in the shower.

I giggled. Until he lifted my leg up over his thigh and slid into me from behind.

“Angh…” I turned my head into his bicep, bit gently as he filled me, stretched me. His scent surrounded me and I was so tender, so sensitive, that when his hand moved from my nipple, roamed over my stomach and down to my clit, my pussy was in spasm, my orgasm rolling through me before he had completed the journey.

He stroked me twice. Three times. Until I was shaking and boneless, content to let him have his way with me. Again.

Angh shifted, pulling out despite my moan of protest. He rolled me so I was on my back and he was up on his elbow, looking down at me. “Lights, ten percent,” he said aloud, the room’s comm unit responding by adding a hint of brightness to the wall sconces.

His dark eyes met mine. Held. I’d never had a man look at me with such intensity, such focus and need before. He wanted me.

This was crazy. Insane. I couldn’t have him. Well, I could have him now. In his room, his bed—hell, his shower—but that was it. I could savor a huge cock while I was still here on The Colony. Get a stockpile of orgasms to hold me for a long time. When I’d told Melody I didn’t want a mate, it was the truth. I hadn’t been looking for one, hadn’t even considered the possibility.

I was an instructor. I could be mated and keep that job. There was no issue at the Coalition Academy with that; if there was one, they wouldn’t have many instructors. Vikens and especially Everians couldn’t be apart from a mate. Prillons had the collars that kept them connected. No one wanted to deal with a pissed-off Prillon warrior. And an unmated Atlan beast with enough experience to keep the young, aggressive males in line? No freaking way.

But working for the I.C. was another matter. Having a mate was dangerous. Not only could the enemy use the connection, the bond with another person, as a weakness, but the mortality rate was high. Hell, it was high for all fighters, but the missions I went on were dangerous. If we didn’t succeed, we didn’t come home. Behind enemy lines and usually classified, the missions we went on didn’t even exist in any Coalition files. No records were kept. We were as black as black ops got.

My job didn’t exist.

“You are beautiful, Kira,” Angh said, his hand stroking over my hair, his thumb sliding along my cheek with each pass. “Beautiful and brave and perfect.”

Wow. That was a lot. I frowned and he smoothed away the wrinkle. “So are you,” I replied, stating the obvious. He was beautiful. All male perfection.

“No, mate. I want you. The real you. I need to know everything about you.”

I licked my lips at that, having no idea how to reply. There was a lot I couldn’t tell him. Like half of my life.

“My beast is pleased with you.”

I smiled then, not used to being with a man who had an internal…animal that controlled him, at least in more heated moments. Seeing Angh now, the beast had receded and he was normal sized, in other words, huge. But he could say more than one word at a time. Could do more than grunt.

“I’m glad,” I replied. “I’m pleased with your beast, too. Especially that thing he did—”

Angh silenced me with a kiss. Not a simple peck, but an all-out assault. I gasped and he took the opportunity for his tongue to find mine. He licked, stroked, ravaged. He didn’t let up, didn’t relent on his excellent kissing until my mind went hazy, my body went pliant and my pussy ached for his cock. Again. I couldn’t get enough.

Only then did he lift his head. He leaned back, reached, but I couldn’t see for what. His broad chest blocked everything. I shivered when he set four metal cuffs on my chest, right there in the dip between my breasts. They clanked as they bumped. I watched them rise and fall with my breathing, my nipples hardened with their coolness.

He lifted one, put it on his wrist. Like Wonder Woman bracelets, but silver-toned, they were several inches wide. Engraved into them was a pattern of swirls and designs that looked custom. Handmade.

“My beast sees your lush curves, wants you again.”

“Have me,” I begged.

His eyes darkened, his jaw clenched and his nostrils flared as he studied me. “You know how big I am, how tight the fit in your snug pussy. You didn’t even take all of my beast cock.”

That I hadn’t known. I’d been too lost in my need and I felt full. How could there possibly be more?

“I will have you again, mate, but I must control my beast, or he will take you. Fill you again. You would not be able to walk tomorrow.”

I thought of how I’d look hobbling to transport in a few hours. It would be the worst walk of shame imaginable, being bowlegged and sore from a wild night of fucking a beast cock. It was one thing to have all of the cadets know that I had a wild night with an Atlan—I was sure one or two of them had probably found an eager fighter for a night of fun themselves—but to wince when I walked would be too much. I’d never live it down, not as the instructor for the mission. There were lines the instructors, serving as role models and leaders, were not allowed to cross, and showing up bow-legged and sore was definitely way over that line.

“The cuffs will control your beast?” I asked. I knew of them, had seen them on the Atlan instructors at the Academy, but I didn’t spend time in their area. The beasts pretty much kept to themselves. They voted for their own commanders and formed their own fighting units. We shared space at the training grounds on Zioria, but that was all. And I did not go on missions for the I.C. with any Atlans. They were widely considered to be too unstable, too unpredictable. Wild.

Surprise, surprise, I really liked wild.

“They do. I hope the nap was enough, for I will now be able to fuck you all night. Be prepared, female, to be filled with my cock until dawn.”

My eyes flared at his dirty words, but I realized they weren’t just talk, they were a promise. With ease, he shifted me to my side once again and settled back behind me. The three remaining cuffs slid to the bed in front of me.

He bent my knees and pushed my thighs up toward my chest, my pussy wet and on display. Angh settled his hips between my thighs and opened me up, the head of his cock brushing over my slick folds, settling at my entrance.

I gasped at the feel of him as he pressed in, just so the broad crown breached me, settled just inside. I clenched about him, trying to pull him deeper, but he held himself still. Grabbing the large cuff, he wrapped it about his other wrist, clicked it in place. He nudged in a touch further and my back came up off the bed, the smaller cuffs falling onto the warm sheets next to me. Forgotten.

“Angh,” I gasped, shifting and trying to take more of him.

“Your cuffs, Kira, are there, waiting for you.”

“Mine?” I asked, breathless. My thoughts were on the tip of his cock and nothing else. I had no idea there were so many delicious nerve endings just inside of me, that having a big—no, huge—cock in me made them all come to life. I wanted more. Needed it.

“I cannot put them on your wrists. You must lock them in place. My beast desires to see them on your body, but you must consent, must choose willingly. Blatantly and without coercion.”

I pushed the two cuffs out of the way and wiggled away from him. He let me go—no way would I be able to move if he wanted me to remain—and I got up onto my knees so I looked down at him.

“Coercion? Coercion is sticking your hard cock in my pussy and denying me all of you, refusing to go deeper. I need you to fuck me.” Gripping his shoulders, I directed him where I wanted him, on his back. Thank God he let me have my way, because he was a giant and there was no way I could force him to move a single hair on his head unless he wanted to move it. Apparently, he was content to let me have my way. For now.

In fact, his eyes widened and he grinned.

“You are feisty,” he said, settling onto his back and putting an arm behind his head. He looked so casual, so relaxed, even with his cock jutting toward the ceiling, the broad head of it glistening from being inside me. His gaze roved over me, slow and full of appreciation, stopping at my breasts and then stalling entirely at the juncture of my thighs. It seemed his beast was soothed because he wasn’t jumping me. Like this, Angh was completely different. Calm, perhaps even a touch playful.

I smiled. “I am an Academy instructor, which means I do like to be in charge.”

He huffed out a small laugh, reached up and stroked his knuckles over my nipple, watched it as it went hard. “You want to be in charge of your beast?” he asked.

Yeah, he was definitely playful. It was my turn to look my fill. From the dark hair that was loose and wild on his head to his wicked smile, broad shoulders, smattering of dark hair on his chest that tapered to his navel. And there, his abs, rippled and spectacular. And speaking of spectacular, the massive cock between his legs, the large, virile balls beneath. It was hard not to stop there, but his thighs were massive, bigger perhaps than my waist. Well-muscled, solid. Sturdy. Even his feet were hot and I had no trace of a foot fetish.

“Yes, I do,” I said, licking my lips. “I want you.” The question was, where to start?

“Very well. Do as you wish.”

I flicked my gaze up to his, saw that he was serious. Oh, this was going to be fun. Could Angh and his beast remain still as I had my way with him? Teased him? Sucked him off? Played and tasted and rode him like I wanted to? He was bigger, heavier and could dominate me if he wished—and he had earlier. But now, he intended to remain still and let me take control.

I felt wicked and powerful as I wondered how long he would hold out. I intended to find out. Leaning forward, I gave him a quick, gentle kiss. Keeping my eyes open as I did so, we watched each other and I savored the less frantic look on his face. The Atlan was in charge now, Angh, and I liked him. So much.

“You’ll stay still?”

“Yes.”

“No matter what?” I countered.

“No matter what.”

I shifted on my knees, moved closer to his hips. “We’ll see about that,” I said, just before I lowered my head and took his cock into my mouth.

He jolted as if electrocuted. I gasped, realizing there was absolutely no way I could take all of him in my mouth. If it wasn’t going to all cram into my pussy, it wasn’t fitting my throat. I had a gag reflex and I’d never deep throated anyone before. So I put my hands on the base of his cock, stacking them one on top of the other and worked him with fists and mouth at the same time.

He was warm and his skin was so smooth, but the hard feel of his need beneath, the way he swelled and grew as I licked and sucked was heady, and no pun intended. Pre-cum coated my tongue as he tensed and growled, bucked and did everything he could not to touch me. I reveled in his flavor, the tangy essence of him.

“Mate, you are going to be the death of me, and I am going to enjoy it immensely.”

Hollowing my cheeks, I gave him one last suck before lifting my head, licking my lips.

“Are you wet and ready for my cock?” he asked.

I shifted back up toward his head, studied him. This had been a wild night so far. I’d pushed my inhibitions to the side and it had been reckless and wonderful. I had no reason to stop now. Putting my hands on his chest, I carefully tossed a leg over so I straddled his upper torso. We’d bathed, and I felt bold. Wild. I’d never asked a man to feast on my pussy, but he wasn’t a man. He was an Atlan. A beast. He seemed more primal, somehow. Primitive and rough and my inhibitions were nowhere to be found. I wanted him sucking on me. Fucking me with his mouth and fingers and tongue. I wanted to kiss him and taste my need on his lips.

He frowned, looking up at me. His hands were still behind his head, but I could see the silver of his cuffs and was grateful that they helped him control himself so that I could have this moment.

Sweat dotted his brow and his jaw was tense. Dark eyes filled with lust. Nostrils flared. His chest was heaving beneath me and I would have sworn his hands were trembling. He was holding back, just for me, and the knowledge made me feel powerful and wicked. So hot. Wet and ready? That felt like a week ago. Now I was desperate.

“I don’t know,” I said, answering his question. “Why don’t you find out for me?”

I slid off his torso so I was straddling his face, hovering directly above him, my pussy inches from his lips and my knees landing where his arms had been, forcing him to move them out of my way. I was on a mission.

His hands came around, cupped my bottom as he groaned. “Mate, right here. This is where I want to die.”

I didn’t have any time to think, for he pulled me down and ate me. There was no other word for it. His mouth was voracious, his tongue skilled. I planted my hands on the wall, for there was nothing else I could do.

“So much for being in control,” I murmured, just before I cried out his name.

His response to taking over was a flat-tongued lick and a deep, beast growl of pleasure. He worked me until I came, his tongue thrusting deeply as my pussy went into uncontrollable spasms.

When I could move, I moved down his body and grabbed his hard length, placed him where I needed him, and took him deep as he arched up off the bed. I slid up and down, my hand so small on his chest it was comical to think I could hold him down. But I did. He stayed still, as he’d promised, and let me take my fill.

“Don’t move, Warlord. You’re mine right now.”

“I am yours.” He thrust upward, his hips rising to meet me and I gasped at the extra pressure on my womb, the way his body bumped my clit. I rode him until I came again and collapsed against his chest, his cock still buried deep.

“I can’t take anymore. It’s too much.”

Angh just laughed and rolled both of us over, his cock stroking in and out of my body with a slow, lazy rhythm that had me moaning and clutching at his shoulders. His hair. I wrapped my legs around his hips and tilted my body to take him deeper. Begged him to go faster.

He refused, building me into a frantic mess, never adjusting his pace, holding my hips trapped to the bed when I tried to force the pace.

His dominance was my undoing, the unyielding hold of his hands on my hips as he fucked me drove me out of my mind. My body exploded. My brain turned to mush. There was no more Kira, there was only him.

He fucked me as I came, his cock stroking over my pulsing core. Dragging out the orgasm, stretching my inner muscles, moving inside me. Relentless. Disciplined. Controlled.

My body was shaking, a hot mess. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I could only feel the hard slide of him filling me up over and over. Stretching me wide. Making me his. And the fire built again. He knew when I gave in, when I let the rush wash over me and the orgasm started to build. And build.

“Angh!” I was begging. I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to go fast or slow. Hard or gentle. I didn’t know what I needed. I just…needed.

His lips settled over my ear, his voice a deep rumble that made my pussy clench down on his cock like a fist. “You’re mine, Kira. Mine.”

The simple declaration pushed me over the edge and he hovered, watching me like I was the only thing in the universe that existed. When I opened my eyes, our gazes locked and the heat, the possession I saw in his eyes, made me feel more vulnerable than I’d ever felt in my life. And still, he moved. Filled me. Made me whimper and say his name. Over and over.

It was going to be a long night.

I just had to make sure I was on that transport pad at dawn. I had to go back to the Coalition Academy on time. If I missed my transport window, it would be at least two days before I could get approval for another of that distance, and I had a mission briefing thirty minutes after our scheduled return. I had to go. Someone’s life depended on it. And a two-day delay would be the ultimate walk of shame. Sorry, Vice Admiral, I couldn’t go on the mission because I was too busy fucking a beast.

Not happening. But based on the way Angh possessed my pussy, I doubted he would let me out of his bed any time soon. It would be time to leave soon enough, but not yet. Not now. Now was for me. And him. For this.

I pulled his head down, way down, for a kiss and let him fuck me. Fill me. Let myself feel like I wasn’t alone in the big, bad universe. Like someone cared.

No, I was not in a hurry to leave him. Not yet. I stopped worrying about tomorrow and gave myself over to the Atlan and his beast.

Morning was so, so far away.