“Dax.” Trembling fingers traced the harsh angles of my face, but the beast did not smell fear, which was a blessing. I was beyond the point where I could offer comfort or ease her doubts. My beast was in full command now, and he only had one answer for everything.
“Mine.”
She wiggled in my arms, reaching up to kiss me. “Yes. I’m yours.”
The beast growled, but liked her answer, like the soft press of her lips to mine. I walked forward without speaking another word, taking her to a padded wall where I knew I could take her the way I wanted to without hurting her. The beast always fucked standing, never laid down, never let down his guard. It was the Atlan way and the room was prepared for it. “Mine.”
“Yes.” Her back hit the wall and I pulled her ass cheeks wider, spreading her wet pussy open wide above the head of my cock.
“Mine.” I impaled her against the wall in one hard, fast thrust. She was so hot, so wet, so fucking tight I nearly exploded, the plug in her ass rubbing the base of my cock with each stroke. My existence narrowed to her: her eyes, her scent, her soft cries and softer skin. The wet pussy waiting to take my seed. “Mine.”
“Oh, God.” Her words did not please my beast. I was her only god now.
“Mine!” The beast thrust harder, his growl fierce and unyielding as I buried my cock as deeply in her pussy as I could go. Holding her in place with my body, I lifted her arms over her head and attached the cuffs to the magnetic locks in place above her. She tried to lower her arms, then gasped as I lifted her legs and plunged into her again and again, lifting her hips higher on the wall with each thrust.
I did not relent through her first orgasm, fucking her harder and faster as she moaned and whimpered before me. I could do this for hours, and would, until my beast was satisfied. I fucked her hard, her knees draped over my elbows so I could hold her legs open, wide open. With each thrust of my cock her breasts jiggled and danced just for me. Her eyes drifted closed, the strained lines of ecstasy creased her face as she came again, as her pussy clamped down on my cock like a vise. The sight was mesmerizing and I knew I would kill to protect her. My loyalty belonged to her alone, not king or country, not to any planet or family line. I belonged to her. Only Sarah. “Mine.”
Sarah cried out her pleasure once again as my beast roared with joy. It was going to be a long night and Sarah was going to love every minute of it. We would be truly connected now, soul deep. Nature took over and started the bonding process, the scent of my bonding pheromones filled the air around us and I pulled her head close to my skin, ensuring she breathed in my scent, marking her flesh, scenting her, making her mine at last. The beast growled in agreement as she nipped at my chest.
Chapter Eleven
Sarah
With my arms locked above my head, a giant I barely recognized taking me with my back against the wall, the strong scent of musk and man invaded my senses until I was drunk on the smell of his lust, his flesh. He pulled my head close to his chest and I rubbed my cheek there, eager to revel in the call of my mate. He smelled better than any cologne I’d ever imagined. He smelled fierce and dominant, safe and mine. I nipped at his chest, hard enough to appease my own need to mark him, to claim him as he claimed me. And holy shit, was he claiming me!
When I heard the growl I knew he was mine. Knew. The fact that he held out this long was proof of his strength, even over his hidden beast, but no longer. He was mine. His beast was mine.
Yes, beast. That word had once scared the crap out of me, for hello? A beast? When the growl practically shook an orgasm right out of me, I knew it had been unleashed.
He thrust into me and I thrilled at the taking, the thick shaft that filled me, the inhuman strength that held me shackled for his claiming as he thrust again and again, deeper and deeper until I felt like he’d climbed inside my soul, until I knew I’d never get him out.
I had wondered what this moment would bring. Would he be like a rabid dog, foaming at the mouth? Would he be like those animal shifters I’d read about in romance books? Would he be crazed and hurt me?
He ground his pelvis against my clit and I moaned in need. No. He would never hurt me. The knowledge bloomed in my chest even as he held my legs open and plunged into my core, deep and hard, rubbing his skin against mine, rubbing his scent all over me. He was bigger like this, his muscles nearly bursting from his skin. He seemed unreal, like a comic book hero with bulging muscles and sharply defined features, as if his face had been stretched as well. His teeth appeared longer, and pure predator, capable of ripping out my throat as easily as he tasted me there now, his lips and tongue exploring me instead, making me shiver.