His touch gentled and he stroked my stomach, petting me as if trying to take my pain. I had to admit, it was totally working and I melted into his body, completely relaxed, languid as he took me, filled me, made me feel like I was important, beautiful. Loved.
A tear slid, hot and wet, down my cheek into the sheets and I ignored it, biting my lip to stop the coming flood. I had no idea feeling loved would hurt this much.
He prompted me out of my silence. “What did you like to do on Earth?”
“I was a waitress.” I had no idea if he would know what that meant, so I clarified. “I served people food.”
“A caregiver. I am not surprised. Did you enjoy this work?”
I choked on my laughter. “No. Not really.”
“Then you will not do that work here.”
Just like that, as if he could solve all of my life problems with his will alone. At the moment, I didn’t care about any of that. My body was spiraling higher and higher. My core was so sensitive, so swollen, that each stroke of his cock was like a jolt of electricity through my body. I needed him to focus here. Enough talking. I tightened my inner muscles and felt a small shudder pass through the massive muscles of his chest where they pressed to my back. So, I did it again.
“I’m… I’m your matched mate, Deek. You’re mine.”
“Mine.” His deep growl sounded much more like beast than man.
Yes! His fingers moved to my other nipple and I watched as he lowered his head, gently licking my shoulder, burying his nose in my hair, breathing me in as his hand slid back down to my clit, teasing me with a gentle exploration that I had no hope of resisting.
He stroked my clit, plucked my nipples, rubbed my body without hesitation, learning every inch of me, branding me as his, all as his cock thrust deep, in and out, fast, then slow. And every moment he watched me as if fascinated.
My orgasm rolled through me out of nowhere, my body languid and relaxed in his hands one moment, lost to the fire of my orgasm the next. And still he watched, his fingers relentless now, forcing another orgasm from my sated body as he thrust hard and deep, his pace lost to frantic thrusting that pushed me over the edge as he came deep inside me, his seed coating my pussy with his claim.
He held me still, trapped in front of him as our breathing returned to normal. I lay with his cock still inside me, his massive frame making me feel protected and feminine, wanted.
And still, a question burned through the sensual haze fogging my brain. A very important question. “Are we mated now? Are you… is your beast… are you all right?”
The harsh light from the cell reflected off the metal locked around his wrist and I lifted my hand to grip his cuff. He lifted his head from my shoulder and our eyes met. “Yes, we are mated now. My seed filled you while I was in beast form. The family cuffs are on our wrists. There is no question as to that. But how did you get here?”
“I can answer that.”
Deek moved quickly, too quickly for me to comprehend, sliding his cock from my body and shielding my nakedness from the man who’d answered Deek’s question.
“Dax,” Deek said.
I sucked in a breath, realizing that the other Atlan warrior stood just outside the force field and could see me. Had. He had been able to see me, but no longer. Deek’s body shielded me entirely.
“Turn away, Dax. I would cover my mate.”
“Of course.”
I couldn’t see what was happening, but Dax must have turned his back. Deek reached over onto the floor and picked up my discarded cloak. When he had the garment open and ready, he wrapped it around me.
He looked down at me, his eyes once again honed to a warrior’s sharp attention. “No one will see you. Your body belongs to me.”
His words only made me hot. I shouldn’t want to feel possessed by someone else, have someone stake a claim on me, for it went against every feminine principle I’d held dear. But from Deek’s lips, they were protective and… God, perfect. I wanted to be possessed by him, for there was no question he was possessed by me. A mating was different than picking up some hot guy at a bar back home. I could sense our connection, could feel it in my pussy and down my thighs.
He spun back around once I gripped the cloak about me, covering me once again from head to toe, only this time I was naked beneath, my dress still a small pile on the floor.
“Warlord, explain yourself,” Deek commanded, his shoulders back, his bearing that of a true leader. Even naked, he was magnificent and demanding. While I held tightly to my modesty, it seemed Deek had none.
“While on the Battleship Brekk, before your transport here, I put you through the Coalition Bride protocols for testing. Just as you did for me. If you were to be executed, I knew there was only one woman in the universe who could release you from your mating fever.”