Her Mate's Secret Baby:Interstellar Brides, Book 9(9)

With a gentle tug on my hair, I went onto my back. He looked down at me  as he pushed one leg wide, dropped his hand beside my head to hold  himself up, found my entrance and thrust into me.

I gasped and arched at the sudden fullness. With his hand still in  place, forcing me to hold his gaze, I could see he was right there with  me. Releasing his grip, he slid it down my body, over my breast, flicked  the ring.

His hips shifted, making me forget all about his nipple play. He was big  and I was not. It was a tight fit, but he'd prepared me. I was soft and  swollen, wet and eager and he somehow knew I could handle him, that I  didn't want him to ease in. I didn't want gentle.

Gripping his sides, I held on as he pulled back, then plunged deep again. My breasts swayed, the chain heavy and pulling.

He opened his eyes and looked at me, watched as he took me.

"This is going to be fast, Natalie. Your hot mouth around my cock ruined  my control. Fark." He didn't seem too pleased with that.

I liked seeing him get lost in his baser needs, his hips pumping in a  rhythm that was far from controlled. His skin became slick beneath my  palms, his breaths ragged.

He'd made me come once, but I was ready again. The places inside, that  he'd awakened with his finger, liked the friction caused by his cock. I  couldn't help but clench down on him, hoping to hold him within.

He hissed at the squeeze and when he went deep, I did it again. And again until I couldn't take it anymore.

"I'm …  I'm going to come. Roark, I've never …  it's-"

"Come. Come now and I will follow you over."

I did what he commanded and came, my back arching, my knees coming up  and squeezing his hips. I milked his cock, my inner walls rippling  around him, coating him with my arousal that never seemed to stop.

Hooking a hand behind my knee, he lifted and adjusted the angle, drove  home and stiffened above me. His face looked pained, his face reddening,  the muscles in his neck taut. A groan ripped from his throat as I felt  his cock pulse, the seed hot as it coated me. Marked me.

He pulled out and sat back, his cock still just as hard, just as angry red, but now glistened in my wetness and his seed.

"You're-"

"Not done," he replied, his eyes were passion-filled and looking  directly at me, as if I was prey and he was about to pounce. Gripping my  hip, he flipped me onto my belly, tugged back so I came up on my knees.

Before I could look over my shoulder, a hand came down on my bottom with a loud crack.

"Roark!" I cried, not in anger, but surprise.

Glancing at him, he grinned, although it was feral. "That's for being  too hot. Too sexy. Too damn perfect for my cock. Look at you."

He kept his hand on my hip, securing me in place, although I had no intention of going anywhere.

"I love seeing my chain dangle from your breasts, my handprint pink on  your ass, your pussy all swollen and well used, my seed dripping from  it."

He spanked me again. "I told you I was the one in control."

He shifted, aligning himself up with me again, then pushed in. His passage this time was eased by his copious seed.

"More," he said, his voice deep. "You will give me everything."

I closed my eyes, reveled in the hot feel of him, the stretch, the  fullness. "More," I repeated, wiggling my hips, then pushing back  against him.         

     



 

That afforded me another swat to the butt, but this time I just tensed,  then savored the feel of the sting as it morphed into heat.

It was too much. He was too much. Reaching between my legs, I found my  clit and began to rub it. I just needed that little bit, and while I had  every confidence in Roark to make me come on his own, I was greedy. He  said as much.

"So needy for your pleasure. You can't wait, can you?"

He continued to fuck me, his need hadn't waned even after coming once  already. In fact, he thrust his hips with more vigor now. I was with him  every step of the way and I wanted that third orgasm.

Now.

Rubbing and circling my clit, I came, the feel of his cock my undoing. He was my undoing.

Perhaps it was how I milked him once again, perhaps he got off on  spanking my ass and seeing it turn red. Perhaps he was just horny, but  he came directly after me.

As soon as he released my hip, I slumped down on the robe, wilted. Done.  Glancing over my shoulder at him, I saw how he looked at my pussy, put  his fingers there and collected the seed that had begun to slip out and  work it back into me.

"Mine," he said again, taking hold of the chain and gently tugging. I  hissed at the pleasurable pain. "You carry my chain. Your scent is mixed  with mine now. You're coated and marked by my seed. No one will ever  take you from me. You're my mate now, Natalie. My life. You're mine."

He continued to tug as if waiting for something. I nodded and whispered,  "Yes." Only then did he let the warmed chain drop to my damp skin.

He lay down beside me and gathered me into his arms. I went willingly,  never so content in my life. I loved everything about this man, his  gruff manner, his dirty talk, the way he touched me. But most of all, I  loved knowing I mattered to him. After years of cold, uninterested  parents, and a lukewarm relationship with my fiancé, feeling cherished  and wanted, adored … it was heaven.

He wrapped his arms around me and stroked my back with gentle hands. I  felt like I was being petted, treasured, and I was, in that moment,  eternally grateful to the Interstellar Brides Program. They'd promised  me a perfect match. And, lying here in his arms, I couldn't argue with  their process. Roark was mine. And I was never going back to the empty  life I'd had before.

This was my home now. Roark, with his wild fucking and remarkable  tenderness. He was my home. And soon, I would no doubt be pregnant with  our first child. I was going to have a mate who loved me, who adored me,  who fucked me like a wild man, and a baby, too. A baby, to hug and kiss  and cuddle.

My heart hurt, it was so full of hope and dreams and contentment.

I smiled, my head nestled against his chest and wrapped my arms around him. "You're mine, too, Roark."

He squeezed me, his hand drifting from the curve of my bottom to my  shoulder. I had a suspicion that Trion mates didn't say that to their  masters, but I felt it, felt that I was as much his as he was mine. And I  told him so, not afraid of him or his more demanding ways. We'd been  matched, the testing complete. He tugged on the chain between my nipples  because he knew I liked it, even without asking. He knew I liked his  hand spanking my bottom.

After a moment, he responded. "Yes, mate. I am yours."

"Only mine."

I would not travel across the universe for a mate to seek comfort in  another. I could have stayed on Earth and been satisfied with Curtis.

"I will have no other, Natalie. You are mine."

Exactly.

I fell asleep happy, smiling and sated, the gentle stroking of his  fingers a balm to my bruised soul. This was heaven, all right. I'd  travelled across the galaxy to find heaven … and fall in love.





Chapter Six

Roark



"Wake up, gara. I haven't worn you out that much, hmm?" I lay beside  Natalie and was propped up on my elbow, gazing at her. She was beautiful  in her sleep, especially since I knew the reason for her weariness. I'd  done this to her. I'd worn her out with too many orgasms. Too much  fucking.

I'd never gone twice like that before, but when I'd come the first time,  my cock just wasn't done. It didn't soften, not even a little bit, not  even after filling her to the brim with seed. My cock wanted more and so  I'd flipped her over and had her again.

I nuzzled my nose down her long neck, breathing in her personal scent  and the musky aroma of fucking. She murmured and tilted her head for me  to continue, but didn't awaken.

"How have you done it?" I murmured aloud, speaking to Natalie, but more  to the universe at large. The family medallions affixed to the chain  rested on her smooth belly. Seeing them on her was powerful, intense  even. I never imagined I would be this possessive, this protective of a  female, an alien Earth female, who I'd just met.         

     



 

The match was incredible. I felt a connection with her that went so much  deeper than slaking my physical needs in her body. I needed her. Needed  something that only she could give me, and fucking? That was how I  could get inside her and be a part of her. I needed to be part of her.

"You are mine, Natalie Montgomery from Earth. I didn't really want a mate, but-"

Her eyes came open then. Of course, right then.

"You didn't?" she asked, blinking once, then again, a worried look coming over her face.

I stroked my hand over her cheek. "You didn't let me finish. I didn't  really want a mate. My mother felt it was time to continue the line."

Her pert nose crinkled. "Your mother? How can you speak about your mother when we are naked?"

I couldn't help but smile. "I will finish this, then speak of her no  more this day. I agreed to a mate, for it was time, and if the brides  program could find the perfect female for me, then it was …  efficient."