Mating Fever(22)

God, he was magnificent. Rippling muscle. Huge legs and arms, big enough to rip a Hive Soldier in half with barely a thought. So strong. And his cock. It was as big as the rest of him, hard and straining toward me just beneath the water. He stalked me until I had nowhere else to go, my back against the far edge of the small pool. When I stopped moving, he did, too. He was close, towering over me like a giant as I placed my bare hand on his chest.

“Nyko, what are you doing?”

He sank down into the water, dunked his massive frame and came up part way so that our faces aligned. Beneath the water, where I could not see him move, his hands found the curve of my hips and rested there. I startled, but he made no other move, simply stared into my eyes. Somehow, I knew Nyko was in there. If I said no, if I told him to get the hell away from me, he would. His beast was in control, but he was not so wild as to harm me or take me against my wishes.

But that wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted him five minutes ago. I wanted him still.

“Nyko, I’m sorry. I should have asked if you had a mate.”

He shook his head, the beast growling as he lifted one hand, traced the curve of my waist, higher, cupped my full breast in his palm. I gasped as the jolt of pleasure went straight to my core.

“Mine.”

I’d heard that they didn’t say much in beast mode, but this was ridiculous. I stared at his mouth, wanted to taste him. Wanted it so badly I could barely think. I lifted my hand to his face, traced the arc of his brow with my fingertips, ran my hand along the dark stubble that coated his cheek, placed the pad of my thumb just right so I could run it along his bottom lip, then sighed. Pushed him away. Or tried to.

“Dammit, Nyko. Do. You. Have. A. Mate?”

I wouldn’t be the other woman. I was no home wrecker and I wouldn’t get between two mates. That wasn’t me, even if I was horny as hell. I’d rather get myself off than break some other woman’s heart. I didn’t know the woman, might be jealous of her for belonging to Nyko and claiming him, but she didn’t deserve to be cheated on.

He shook his head in jerky motions.

“No mate,” he countered, taking my hands that were completely ineffective at pushing him away into his large ones. “Mine.”

I stilled. So did my heart. “No mate?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to his—and I was lost.

His beast took over and I had no time to think, or feel, or breathe. His tongue invaded my mouth and I opened for him as his hand found my wet core and two fingers slid deep. No gentle exploration, no foreplay. Fucking. And I loved it.

I cried out, the sound echoing off the walls.

My pussy clenched around him in a flutter of small spasms that made me gasp as he lifted me from the water and carried me to the edge of the cave. There was no bed here, no soft floor. Hell, all we had was rocks and armor, and neither of those would do.

I needn’t have worried. Nyko stood me up, my back to the wall, and dropped to his knees. He licked my pussy like I was his favorite treat, his tongue teasing and playing as he fucked me with those thick fingers. He made me come, hard and fast, and my knees collapsed.

He caught me, lifting me in his arms until my pussy was settled on the top of his cock. Just barely. Just enough to make me whimper and shift my hips, trying to take him inside me.

“Mine.”

“God, Nyko, stop talking and fuck me.” That earned me a growl. Fair enough. That one word—mine—didn’t really constitute “talking.” Whatever. I didn’t care as long as he got his cock inside me as soon as possible.

As he backed me up against the hard rocks, his hands somehow spread out across my back, acting as a cushion, taking care of me even as he pushed forward, thrusting deep.

His cock stretched me open to the point of pain, the feel of it intense, the sharp sting settling into my nerves like hot coals, burning hotter and hotter, making me squirm and whine and want. “More.”

The beast chuckled but gave me what I wanted, pulling out and thrusting harder. Deeper. “Mine.”

I hung on for dear life as he fucked me hard and fast, thrusting in and retreating as I cried out, barely stifling a scream, and came all over his cock, my body fisting him, milking him, my pussy achy and hot and wanting.

I’d never come like that before. Never by a guy’s cock alone. I’d had to touch my clit with my fingers, circling it and usually it took some time. With Nyko, it had been seconds and my hands were gripping his forearms.

Instead of relief, the orgasm made me wild. My body didn’t calm, instead I rode the crest of another release, his big cock filling me, spreading me open, taking me. Yes, he took. He used me for his own pleasure, for his beast. He was big and dominant and demanding, and everything he did, every grunt and growl and hard thrust made me crazy with lust, twisting me into a knot that I needed him to unravel. “More, Nyko. God, more.”