He laughed, then leaned over me, turning on the vibrations in the butt plug as he’d done that first night. I moaned with need as the new, different sensations awakened my desire once more. He lifted my hips from the bed and slid behind me to kneel between them, pulling my ass high in the air. He gave a sharp slap to my still sore bottom and I gasped, shocked as heat scorched my insides. Before I could react, he struck the other side and heat raced to my clit. I was about to beg him to fill me when he finally pulled me backward and up, onto his thighs as he shoved his cock deep, sliding inside me from behind.
He moved slowly, kneading my sore bottom, pulling the lips of my pussy open wider, exploring our intimate connection with big, blunt fingertips, spreading me open as he slid in and out of my core, completely open for his inspection as he watched his cock slide in and out of my body. My face was pressed to the soft bedding, my thighs shoved wide, my ass and pussy his to master… and I let him. I surrendered everything, content to be taken. I’d never felt so powerful as I did in that moment. It could have been five minutes or an hour, I lost track of time as he moved in and out of my body with deliberate control, staking yet another claim. If the beast had taken me minutes ago, Dax took me now, the man. This was my partner, my mate. He reached beneath me to rub my clit, pulling the plug on my ass at the same time, gently fucking me with it as well. I knew what he wanted. He would force more pleasure from my overly sensitive body, he would demand and I would give him what he needed.
“Come for me, Sarah. Come now.”
My body responded as if on cue, the orgasm rolling through me as soft mews of pleasure escaped my throat. He spilled his seed in me as I came, and I felt like a goddess, a beautiful, desirable sexual goddess who’d just tamed a beast.
* * *
I woke wrapped in Dax’s embrace, his body molded to mine—my back to his front. I could feel all of him, every inch of his naked form wrapped protectively around me. He slept peacefully and I felt like I’d conquered the world, happy that the beast inside him was finally satisfied. We weren’t just mated now, but bonded; his scent surrounded me, drifted from my own flesh and made me feel safe, sheltered, like I belonged. I was sore, deliciously sore between my legs. A frozen bag of peas would come in handy, for while Dax had been as considerate as he could, his cock was… substantial and he hadn’t been exactly gentle.
Smiling, I let the memories of last night play over in my mind. He’d been demanding, dominant, and I wouldn’t have it any other way, grateful for the lingering soreness that kept me from forgetting Dax’s power, the wildness that lurked within him. I saw the shine of one of my cuffs, noted that they matched the pendant around my neck, and sighed with contentment, knowing they were the only things that adorned my body. I raised my arm so I could look at a cuff. I touched it, felt the warm smooth metal, traced its design with one fingertip, my mind a sudden jumble of curiosity. I had no idea what it was: gold, titanium, some kind of Atlan mineral. The snugness of it, once a curse, was now a happy and very obvious reminder of our deep connection.
I traced the pattern over and over as I thought of the incompetent human woman, Warden Morda, the mouse, and how her mistake had led me here, to this bliss in the arms of a man I loved. Dax was honorable and brave, dominant and virile. He was strong enough that, for the first time in my life, I felt safe leaning on a man, depending on him for comfort, for care, for love. I was mated to an alien a bazillion miles away from Earth, and I felt freer than I’d ever been before. Free to be myself, to dance and wonder and dream. Free to fall in love and stop fighting for money, respect, survival. Years of tension and worry were gone thanks to the Atlan warlord sleeping next to me.
“You can remove them now,” Dax murmured.
I stilled at his words. I didn’t want to remove them; they marked me as his mate. I didn’t want anyone to ever question our connection. He was mine. Had I been mistaken? Now that his mating fever was gone, did he plan to walk away from me? From us? He could live a long, happy life now with some meek, mild Atlan woman. Had I served my purpose? Was that all I was to him, a means to an end now to be discarded?
The thought was like a knife stabbing through my heart and I realized how truly far I had fallen. I loved him all right, with every ounce of fire and passion in my body. I’d surrendered everything last night, heart and soul, and it was too damn late to try to take it back.
“Turn this way, Sarah. I’ll help you take them off.”
“I didn’t realize you were awake,” I commented instead, turning my head away so he would not see the hurt his words caused, the unease.