Mated to the Beast(40)

What was mine? What choices had I made in life that were all mine? Remarkably, it was Dax who made me see that there was someone who wanted me for me, who wanted what I wanted, was willing to do something for me. It was different, it was surprising. It was endearing.

This huge hulk of a space alien wanted what was best for me. Yeah, that included his acting like a Neanderthal—like now, when I had to remain safely behind him. He agreed to help me get Seth back because he knew it was important. He always checked to see if my head was in the right place before he fucked me, ensuring I was wet and eager for him. He even put that stupid plug up my bottom because he knew it would give me pleasure—even when I’d been completely skeptical. I was a little sore there now, but really, all my girl parts were sore. I hadn’t been fucked like that in… well, ever.

His goal was to give me nothing but pleasure, so when this was over, when Seth was safe, I’d think long and hard about how I could please Dax. Not because I was told to do so. Not because I had to in order to be accepted by my mate, but because I wanted to know I’d made him truly happy.

Loud footfalls broke me from my thoughts. It wasn’t a large group of Hive, probably the usual three. When Dax came out from behind a cube of supplies to fight them, I had a moment of panic that something would happen to him, but it was too short-lived to even get my heart rate up. Grunts and groans, an ion blast, hard metal striking the floor, a crash of a supply box as it tipped over, then quiet. Dax’s breathing was ragged. “Clear.”

I stood then and saw that there were indeed three Hive. Two were missing their heads and one had been shot. Dax reached down and grabbed a Hive weapon for me. It was slightly different than a standard coalition blaster, but after a few seconds of checking it out, I felt I could easily work it. I now had a weapon in each hand.

Dax’s breathing didn’t calm and I could see his heartbeat thrumming against the tight tendons in his neck. “Sarah,” he growled.

My eyes widened. “What? What is it? They’re dead, I’m safe.”

He nodded his head, albeit jerkily. “It’s… shit, it’s the fever. Fighting these three brought it on.”

“Then use it. Let’s go get my brother, the others. On the way, you can rip the heads off as many Hive as you want.”

“It’s really strong. God, it came on so fast.” He took a step back. I recognized that he was trying to protect me from himself.

I glanced around, realizing we were on a Hive prison ship and had to find Seth, but we couldn’t go further until Dax was back in control. I had to soothe him. I had to somehow get him back in control… I had to figure out something that didn’t involve fucking. I wasn’t going to get it on where we were. All was quiet, but it might not stay that way.

“I know. It’s dangerous for us. I can’t function like this, can’t see who’s bad or good. If your brother touches you, I’ll kill him.”

He’d warned me it would get bad, that the fever would be overpowering. But now? Here? A quickie might work, but neither of us would have our senses about us. Three Hive or three hundred could come upon us while he was fucking me and neither of us would know. Neither of us would even care.

I had to soothe him, but fucking was out. We didn’t have time to stand here and linger either. I had to think and think fast or I’d be pressed up against the wall, my pants down and a cock deep inside my pussy. I got damp at the idea. Hell, I was already damp from staring at his ass.

Placing a weapon on a nearby box, I walked up to him and stroked his face. He hissed out a breath as he wrapped his arms about me.

“We can’t fuck,” I breathed as he ran his hands over me, even if I wanted it so badly my pussy ached.

“No,” he replied, breathing raggedly.

“Kiss me,” I said. “Touch me. I’m here. I’m with you. It’s going to be all right.”

I lifted up on my tiptoes so I could kiss him. Dax didn’t resist, but met my mouth eagerly. His tongue instantly plundered as his hands roamed over my body; my hips, my ass, my breasts. It was easy to sink into the kiss because the feel of him, the taste of him was overwhelming. I was sinking fast, but I had to keep my head. I had to kiss him with all the pent-up need and desire I felt since we’d climbed from bed, but I had to be the one to pull back. Dax was clearly in charge when it came to fucking, but now, in this moment, I had to take the lead.

Pulling my head back, I rested my forehead against his. Our breaths mingled and we both were panting as if we’d run a marathon.

“Better?” I whispered.