The suction, gods, the suction and heat of her swirling tongue was too much. I arched my hips, pushing even deeper. It felt so good, my orgasm was building at the base of my spine. Cum boiled in my balls, tightening them, ready for release. I would spurt thick and hot over her tongue and down her throat.
Yes. Gods, yes.
My eyes flew open at the feel of the connection with this female. Lifting my head, I looked down my body to see her, my cock stretching her lush lips wide.
Tiffani. My beautiful, perfect mate. And she had my cock in her mouth.
With an audible pop, she released me. “Hello, mate.”
Her voice was husky but soothing, the smile she offered was easy and just for me. I’d fallen asleep waiting for her. Sarah had come to our door, interrupting us—interrupting my time fucking my mate—but I saw Tiffani’s eagerness to visit with someone from her home world. I could deny her nothing, even meeting with a new friend. And so I’d gone to my office and sat with Dax, hearing the two Earth women’s laughter drift to me from the kitchen. I was happy that she was happy, but I’d taken her to bed the instant our friends left. She’d well and truly worn me out, bout after bout of lovemaking that was more draining than fighting the Hive. And so after I took her again, my seed deep inside her, I’d fallen asleep with a smile on my face and my beast sated, only to wake with my mate’s mouth on my cock.
I was breathing hard, my need to come a pounding pressure in my balls. I looked at the cuffs about my wrists, incongruous to my fingers where they tangled in her hair. I saw the matching cuffs on her own wrists as her hands rested on my thighs. The cuffs marked her as mine. All mine. Her long brown hair pooled on top of my thigh as she took me back into her mouth. She fisted the base of my cock, moving hard and fast over the head, and I almost came right then. Release roared through me, but I held back. I wanted my cock in her pussy, my seed in her womb. I wanted my child growing inside her. I needed to know she was mine in every possible way.
“Tiffani. Stop.”
She lifted her head and wrapped both hands around me, twisting them like a merciless little minx as I thrust into her tight grip.
“You fell asleep,” she murmured. “And I wasn’t done with you yet.”
“Mmm,” I replied. “I had a mate who wore me out, used my body and begged for orgasms until I was too tired to stay awake.”
She smiled, had the look of a woman who knew her power over me. I might be the dominant one, but she had all the control. With her breath fanning my rock-hard cock, I’d do anything she wanted.
Relaxing her hold, she sat up. Holy fuck, she was naked and round, so fucking soft everywhere, so perfect. I groaned, unable to hold back my orgasm, my seed spurting hotly across my belly. Her eyes widened as she watched me come, pulse after thick pulse. I couldn’t control it, couldn’t deny the pleasure, for she’d pushed me to the brink with her hot mouth and then over the edge when she’d sat up and shown me her naked body. Lush, full breasts, tight nipples. Pale, creamy skin that was curved and perfect for my hands. I’d come like a randy youth.
She was too gorgeous. All I had to do was look at her, and I was lost.
“That’s supposed to go inside me,” she chided. She bit her lip and studied me as I caught my breath, the pleasure and relief from the orgasm slowing my brain to a sluggish halt.
And yet, she was staring at my cock, her hands still playing with the length, tracing its outline, its ridges, with her delicate fingers.
“Isn’t it supposed to go down after you come?” she asked, staring at my still hard cock. It wasn’t “going down” as she worded it, but instead hardening fully once again.
I grabbed the loose sheet and wiped my cum away. “Don’t worry, I have plenty more. See what you do to me, mate?”
“Is your beast never soothed?” she asked.
I took a moment to consider my beast. It was tamed a bit, but it always was after an orgasm. But in the past few days, as Tiffani and I took time to learn each other—talking and fucking—the beast always wanted her. I never softened after just one orgasm, never seemed to break through the heated need that simmered just below the surface.
I thought of the other warlords I’d spoken to over the years, the Prillon warriors I saw on the battleships who took a mate. They’d all claim the desire for their mate was not like a fire, was not something that could ever be put out. No, the lust and need was more like a slowly boiling star. It would flare, shoot through the darkness of our battered souls like a storm, then ebb to the continual burn simply waiting to erupt again.
Tiffani was my world now, and I wanted her to understand that. I needed her to know the depth of my devotion to her already. I slowly shook my head and raised my hand gently to stroke the curve of her cheek.