Tamed by the Beast(17)

My head cleared as my cock sank into her soft body, as if a swirling fog had been lifted. Was her slick arousal the antidote to the fever as everyone said? Was it just the hot, tight feel of her that eased my beast, tempered its need? I would discover the reasoning later. Now, now she was perfect in my arms, her softness like a balm to my beast’s rage. And she was soft everywhere, from her large breasts to the fullness of her ass and thighs. So soft, I felt as if I melted into her, was welcomed by her in a way no other had ever accepted me before.

I stared down into her passion-filled green eyes and knew she was not from my world. She was human, like Dax’s little mate.

Mate.

The beast liked that word, liked the scent of her, the feel of her skin, the taste of her, the tight feel of her pussy. I wanted to savor every inch of her perfect body, but the beast would not relinquish control.

He was angry at being pent up and imprisoned, refusing to give in until he’d fucked her and filled her with his seed.

Tiffani.

I didn’t know how she’d gotten here, or what insanity had inspired her to come inside my containment cell.

The beast didn’t care. He wanted to fuck. And based on the glazed look in the female’s eyes, so did she. Gods, so did I. She was mine. The cuffs on her wrists proved it. I would recognize my family’s pattern in the metal anywhere. I would question how she came to wear them later. So many questions.

For now, she wore my cuffs and that meant she’d chosen to do so. She’d chosen to be mine. Chosen my seed to fill her and bond her to me.

Mine.

I gripped the metal cuffs that had heated in my firm grip, their presence offering me a sense of hope, of calm. While the beast wanted to fill her with seed and mark her, I needed to make her mine as well. Let her see that I was choosing her just as readily. While my cock was nestled deep inside her, indicating that my beast wanted her, I opened one cuff and I wrapped it about my wrist, the seal closing automatically. I felt it tighten and become snug as I put on the other.

Awareness flowed through me. It wasn’t a mental bond like the Prillons had with their mates. It was elemental. The knowledge that this Earth female and I wore the same cuffs, that we could not be separated without pain, without fucking and mating, was heady. Crucial. Life or death.

I knew it, somehow. Deep down. I didn’t need my beast to prowl and pace, to nudge me into her, to nuzzle her neck and scent her. To lick her skin and taste her. To fuck and fill her.

She was mine, and my beast’s. Her eyes flared with awareness, of acceptance and she clenched down on my cock, her pussy almost weeping with her copious arousal.

I dragged my gaze from her pink lips, her lovely face, lower, where her full breasts were bare to my hungry gaze. She was shorter than an Atlan woman, but lush, her large breasts spilling over my hands as I cupped them and played with her pink nipples. Her body was full, round and so soft, so extraordinarily soft everywhere, her skin more supple than the most delicate flower petals in my sister’s garden.

Lowering my head, careful of the beast’s teeth, I claimed her mouth as I filled her pussy. Kissing her was incredible. Her tongue mated with mine, her flavor hot and spicy. It only made me want to taste her everywhere, to drop to my knees and lick up wet heat, taste her on my tongue.

And so I did. She whimpered when my cock slipped free and I dropped to my knees before her. My beast growled, missing the tight heat of her pussy. But the beast was no longer in control. I was. I was able to push back the wildness, the raging fever, to think and command my strength once more. I was still in beast mode, my body transformed into the giant warrior I needed to be to claim her properly.

“Mine.” The word was barely more than a growl as I placed my hands on her thighs and nudged her legs apart. I kept them there on her taut muscles as I breathed in her woman’s scent. I leaned in and ran my tongue along her slit, her whimper driving my mating fever to a new high.

But this time, the fire raging in my blood had an outlet. My mate was here. I was in control of my beast. This time, I would command my mate’s body to come over and over.

My beast growled as her flavor burst on my tongue. It was no longer angry, only eager for more. And so I worked her with my tongue, my lips, sucking and licking, laving her clit with attention, learning how she liked it, what made her hips shift, caused her breath to escape in mewling little pants.

I slipped a finger into her honeyed depths, finding that spongy little spot that set her off, had her screaming her pleasure as she writhed and rode my finger. My hand on her thigh held her still as I licked and flicked at her clit until she came down from her pleasure.

Only then did I kiss my way up her body, suckling one nipple and then the other, until I took her mouth once again. This time, she was soft and pliant, her kiss more languid desire than desperate need. I’d made her this way. I’d given her the orgasm she needed. And I’d do it again.