And I was his now.
He nuzzled my neck and pulled my back to his chest, his body wrapped around me, his back to the force field and the camera at the front of the cell. As his heat sank into my body I realized just how exhausted I was. Between the flight to the bride processing center, my arrival at Dax and Sarah’s castle, and anxiety over how this meeting with my mate would go, I was so tired I could barely keep my eyes open.
“Sleep.”
And just as my body obeyed when he touched me, my eyes drifted closed and I slipped away to dream.
* * *
Tiffani
I woke slowly, so warm, so comfortable, that I didn’t want to move. A hard cock pressed to my ass, sliding over my pussy lips in a slow, heated glide. When Deek lifted my leg up, behind me, over his hip, I did not resist. Nor did I resist the hard thrust of his cock filling me from behind. His huge cock spread me open, his hand like an iron band around my thigh, holding me open for him.
The hand on my thigh slipped lower, kneading the soft roundness of my abdomen with a low rumble that made my pussy slick with a fresh rush of need.
I heard a rumble from Deek’s chest just before a blunt finger slid lower, through the wet folds of my pussy to rub my clit as he fucked me slowly, thrusting in and out of my body as if he had hours to tease me, fuck me, make me beg.
I could smell our combined essence, the mixture of my body’s wetness and his seed where it smeared on the insides of my thighs. He rubbed the wetness into my skin, as if marking me with his scent. Once he appeared to be satisfied, he shifted his attention to my breasts, cupping one full lobe with his huge hand, running his thumb over the hardening peak of my nipple. I gasped as his cock thickened inside me at the carnal touch.
“Who are you, Tiffani?” Deek asked, his voice deep and rough in my ear, but a man’s voice.
Turning to look over my shoulder, I glanced up at him—way up, for he was so much taller—and saw that he was smaller, his shoulders not quite as broad, his face, his terrifying teeth now looked almost… normal. Big, larger than any man I’d ever known, but no longer quite so frightening. His eyes, a deep forest green rimmed with gold, seemed to be enthralled by his actions, by watching my body’s heated response to his touch.
“My name is Tiffani Wilson. I’m twenty-seven. I’m from Earth.” Uncertain of what he expected me to say, I started rambling. “My dad was a cop.”
“What is cop?”
“Um, the police. Law enforcement?”
Deek nodded and pumped slowly, so slowly, in and out of me, as if fucking and talking were completely normal. “He was a warrior. A protector? That is why you are so brave.”
“I’m not brave, Deek. But, yes, I guess I learned a lot from him. I respect the law. My mom—”
He shifted his hips and rolled my nipple in his fingers. With a gasp, I tried to finish my sentence. “My mom worked odd jobs, but mostly stayed home to take care of me when I was little. At least until he died.”
In. Out. He lifted my leg a bit higher, thrust three times hard and fast. When I closed my eyes, he stopped moving.
“Tiffani.”
“Hmm?”
“Tell me more. I want to know you.”
“I can’t think when you…”
“Do this?” He started fucking me again, moving slowly.
“Yes.”
He chuckled in my ear and nibbled on my jaw. “Good. But keep talking anyway. Consider it a personal challenge.”
I smiled, and my heart melted a little for this stranger. At least he appeared to have a sense of humor. I’d never had anyone play in bed before. The few lovers I’d had had been much more interested in getting in, getting off, and getting out. This was a new experience for me. And it was… fun.
God, I’d never once thought sex could actually be fun.
His deep voice rumbled through me as he cupped my breast, kneading the soft mass in his huge hand. “Do you accept my challenge, or should I stop?”
“Stop what?”
“Fucking you.”
Oh, hell no. “Don’t stop.”
“Then, please, tell me more.”
“My dad had a heart attack when I was fourteen. My mom started drinking and I barely finished high school before she kicked me out.”
“That is not honorable.”
I sighed. “She was broken. It was a rough few years, but we got over it. She’s gone now, too.”
“You were alone on your Earth?”
“Yes.” Alone didn’t even begin to describe the long, lonely nights after a hard day’s work. The back-stabbing, skinny bitches at the diner talking shit about me even though I worked circles around them. Watching my friends from high school go off to college, get married and start having kids. The mean comments I got for being big when I went shopping, or walked down the street. Alone? Isolated? Lonely? Yeah. You could say that.