Mated to the Beast (13 page)

I blushed, knowing he could see all of me. “Says the man
not
getting a plug shoved up his ass,” I grumbled.

I could hear his laugh, but he didn’t relent. I felt the slippery, hard tip of the plug at my back entrance.

“No, says the man who’s going to train his mate’s ass for his cock, and if she’s a good girl, fuck her long and hard. How many times can you come in a night, Sarah?”

I winced as he began to push the plug into me. It didn’t hurt really, but felt very, very weird.

“Oh, um. Usually once, maybe twice if I touch myself.”

He continued to work the plug into me, opening me wider and wider.

“Dax!” I cried, but it slipped into place then, my bottom clenching down on the narrow section. I could feel the wide handle pressing against my bottom.

“So beautiful.” He swiped a finger over my folds. “So wet. You like it. I am so pleased that you gave in, that your body accepts what I give you.”

“If you’re in charge, then fuck me already.”

He tapped the base of the plug and it came to life. Holy shit, it was a vibrating plug. Nerve endings I didn’t even know I had came to life and I arched on the bed.

“See? The perks of an Atlan female. There are many of them and I look forward to showing you every single one.”

Yeah, this was one perk I definitely liked.

I started to squirm on the bed, the once soft feel of the sheets abrading my tender nipples. My clit swelled and I rubbed it on the mattress. I couldn’t control the intense pleasure coming from my bottom. Holy shit, I was going to come just like this. “Dax!”

“You fucked me, Sarah. Now, it’s my turn to fuck you. You’ll take it. You’ll take all of me because you’re going to love it. Say the words.”

I loved the way he was so overwhelming and dominant, and yet, he wouldn’t take me without my agreement. He could shove a plug up my ass, but he wouldn’t fuck me until I agreed. He would have stepped away from me if I’d said no. Even in his need to rut—as he’d called it—to soothe the fever, he was ensuring I was in the right mindset.

“I want it. God, please, I need it,” I moaned, breathy and desperate. “You can’t leave me like this!”

Carefully, he slid in, slowly, but in one long stroke. He bottomed out and I tossed my head back at the incredibly tight feel of his cock and the plug filling me up. I’d been full before when I rode him, but this angle, this position was so much deeper. The plug was tight, the vibrations making everything so fucking intense. It was
so
good.

He began to move then, sliding in and out at his pace, the way he wanted. “You see, Sarah, when I take charge, you like it. I control your pussy. I control your ass. You’re going to come for me, again and again. Twice is not going to be enough. I’m going to wring every bit of pleasure from your body and you’re going to give it to me.”

I clenched down on him at the thought and gritted my teeth.

His hand came down on my bottom, hard. The loud smack filled the room.

I came then on a scream. The mix of the vibrations, his cock buried deep and the sharp, hot slap on my bottom pushed me over the edge. I clamped down on his cock, squeezing it, eager to pull it deeper into my body.

Leaning over me, his chest molded to my back as he placed a hand beside my head. “I can do anything I want and you
will
submit. Why?”

His hips continued to piston in and out of me as he continued his verbal porno. I was about to come again from just his words.

“Because you want me to take you. You need me to be in control. You need to submit as much as I need to dominate. You have no idea what I’m going to do next, but you still want it. We’re perfect for each other.”

“Yes!” I cried when he reached his hand around and settled my clit between two of his fingers and pinched.

His hips lost their measured pace and he began fucking me in earnest. Hard, rough. Short strokes. Hard breathing. I came again, pulsing around his cock. Once, twice, he filled me, then he nipped my shoulder as he came, stifling his groan and filling me with his hot seed. The little bite of pain only pushed me over into another powerful orgasm. I collapsed onto the bed as Dax pulled out and dropped beside me. The bed bounced and I rolled into him. I felt a slight press against the plug and the vibrations shut off.

I moaned at the lingering feeling of being completely dominated, well fucked, sated. We were sweaty and sticky, his seed slipping from me. My hair was a wild tangle and I was worn out, my body sensitive.

“Did that end your fever?” I asked sleepily sometime later.

“Mmm,” he said. “No. But I am back in control. For now. The beast will return until he gets his turn fucking you.”

“What does that mean, Dax?”

He sighed, and rolled onto his side so he could pet me, his huge hand running from thigh to shoulder and back again, lingering on all the soft, sensitive places in between. “Have you seen an Atlan in beast rage?”

“No.” I relaxed under his touch, content beyond words as his warm hand soothed me. “I thought maybe I saw something when you were on the freighter, but I wasn’t sure.”

“Yes.” He pinched my nipple and I opened my eyes to find him watching me. “What did you see?”

It was difficult to talk with him rolling my pebbled nipple between his fingers, tugging and playing with me, but I tried, too well sated to resist. “You seemed bigger, like you grew. Your face looked meaner, too, more like a Prillon warrior, sharper somehow.”

His hand moved from my nipple to explore the still wet folds of my pussy. When I held my legs together, he leaned over and nipped at my shoulder. “Open for me. Now. I want to feel my seed in your pussy. I want to touch you.”

Good grief, the growl was back. Talk about a Neanderthal. He wanted to smear his seed all over me? Feel his claim deep, where he’d come inside me just moments ago? Fine. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen, touched, tasted, and fucked every inch of me. And, the plug was still filling my bottom.

I spread my legs wide and his fingers pressed deep, the wet heat of our combined fluids brought a deeper growl from him as he filled me with two fingers and smeared his seed all over my pussy lips and thighs.

“When an Atlan goes into beast mode, his muscles can increase up to half again their size. His teeth appear to elongate as his gums retract and his mind becomes clouded in battle haze. Besides during mating, the haze usually comes when he is threatened, in battle, or when he is defending his mate.”

He lazily rubbed my clit with his thumb and my hips jerked involuntarily. “You went beast because I was there?”

“Yes.”

I stared at the ceiling trying to make sense of my new life as he played with my body, slowly bringing me back to life, making me ache for his cock yet again. God, his beast was going to fuck me? That huge, hulking brute who’d ripped the heads off Hive soldiers without breaking a sweat? What did that even mean, to be fucked by a beast? Was Dax truly going to be out of control? His mind gone? How big was he going to get? And why did the idea make me want to cross my legs and squeeze them to battle the rising heat in my body? My naughty little pussy wanted the beast’s cock, wanted my new lover to be a little out of control.

“It appears my mating instincts have definitely kicked in.”

Too embarrassed by the turn of my thoughts, I didn’t open my eyes when I asked, “What instinct is that?”

“I feel like a victor, like I’ve won a battle as I watch my seed sliding from your swollen and well fucked pussy. To see the plug preparing your ass for me. Your eyes are glassy and your body limp, and I wish to beat my chest and roar knowing that I’ve pleasured you completely, that my cock filled you so full you will still feel my possession in the morning.”

“Wonder of wonders, the male ego is the same everywhere,” I countered, too well pleasured to take offense. “On Earth that’s called being a caveman.”

He growled and my eyes flew open as he pinned me beneath him, his hard cock sliding into my still dripping pussy in one slow, easy stroke. He pinned my arms above my head on the bed and fucked me slowly, the slow burn turning to instant fire as I wrapped my legs around his hips and whimpered. His gaze was intense and focused, watching every flicker of my eyelids, every breath as he rode me, claimed me, fucked me. Gaze locked to mine, he thrust hard and said, “And do you have a caveman on Earth, my Sarah?”

I considered teasing him, but immediately thought better of it as he pulled out and slammed hard and deep, actually moving me on the bed with the force of his thrust.

“No. You’re the only caveman I’ve got.”

He growled, his words barely recognizable. “You are mine.”

Thrust.

“Mine.”

Thrust.

He fucked me until I was desperate to come, until the word
please
actually fell from my lips.

He held perfectly still, his cock deep inside me and waited for me to meet his gaze. “Say my name, Sarah.”

“Dax.”

My reward was a strong thrust of his hips and I gasped. He stilled, reached between us and brought the vibrator in my ass back to life.

“My name?”

Oh, God. We were going to play this game?

I tried to lift my hips; he simply pinned me to the bed with his greater weight. My arms were locked above my head, my breasts thrust up and on display for his pleasure. I was out of options.

“My name?”

“Dax.”

He moved then. My reward. His huge cock stretching me and stroking deep along the walls of my pussy, hitting that one special place that made me lose my mind. He didn’t have to ask again.

“Dax. Dax. Dax.”

“Good girl.” He smiled and gave me what I wanted. Before he was done with me, his name filled the room like a chant.

Chapter Eight

Dax

“The coordinates for Captain Mills’ location are programmed in.” One of the transport attendants swiped a tablet, then looked at me. Looked
up
at me, for he wasn’t very tall.

It took a moment to realize he wasn’t referring to Sarah, but to her brother, Seth. Sarah was no longer a member of the coalition fleet, she was mine. I just needed to get her brother and get them both out alive.

Commander Karter had turned out to be halfway decent, allowing us to wear our armored uniforms. He’d even supplied us with ion pistols.

“You can’t change your mind and come back to fight if you’re dead,” he’d said to Sarah. That was probably as sentimental as he was going to get, but I was thankful she was well protected for whatever we were going to face. I had the beast within me to help. If a Hive fighter was anywhere near Sarah, I would surely go into berserker mode and kill him with my bare hands. I had a weapon too, just in case, but I doubted I’d use it.

Even back in the body armor, there was no hiding her curves, at least not from me. Perhaps I noticed them more because I knew exactly what her breasts looked like, how they felt in my hands, how her nipples tasted. Her hips appeared rounder, but that was because I knew how soft they were beneath my hands as she came all over my cock. It wasn’t even the mating fever that was making me eye Sarah with barely suppressed desire. I was simply a man admiring a lush, desirable woman.

“Warlord, Officer Mills’ last known location was aboard a Hive transport ship. There were beacons from several other coalition fighters pinging from there, which leads us to believe it is a prison vessel, or transport heading to an integration center.”

“I’ve heard of the IC,” I replied, not wanting to speak aloud of what the Hive did to prisoners there: made them part of their collective, implanted their biological bodies with synthetic technology that would take over both their bodies and their will. Made them slaves. Sarah’s jaw clenched and I saw her blink back worry for her brother. That small display of her fear caused all desire to disappear.

“What direction is the ship traveling?” Sarah asked.

The transport officer flicked his gaze at Sarah, lingered on her breasts, then to me. “They are heading out of the system, toward Sector 438, warlord.”

I saw Sarah’s gaze narrow at the blatant snub.

I pointed to my mate. “She asked you the question.”

“Yes, but
she
is no longer in the coalition fleet.”

Sarah only shifted onto the balls of her feet, otherwise she displayed no outward sign of irritation. I, however, felt anger quite similar to the mating fever build inside me. This… attendant was patronizing and disrespectful to Sarah, to my mate.

“Neither am I,” I countered.

“If the ship is heading toward 438, then it’s heading for Hive-controlled space. Once it crosses over, they’re lost. We won’t have long to save them.” Sarah ignored the chauvinist behind the transport control and spoke only to me.

The attendant’s mouth fell open, then closed with an audible click at Sarah’s information.

“Transport Attendant… Rogan.” She glanced at his name tag on his uniform shirt. “When you make the transport, please change the coordinates from Captain Mills’ exact location to two decks below.”

The attendant frowned. “Two decks below?”

“Most likely they are holding my brother and any other prisoners in the brig, and we do not want to transport into a holding cell. We also do not wish to transport directly in front of the Hive. The brig is housed on level five of an IC transport. Two floors below is the supply floor, which you would know if you’d ever been on a recon mission aboard a Hive vessel. The fifth level is automated and usually not manned by Hive personnel.”

She arched a dark brow, daring the man to doubt her.

“Is she correct?” I asked, my tone the one I used when I commanded an Atlan brigade.

He stiffened and glanced at me. “Correct. The Hive use robots to maintain and service their supplies,” he replied.

“Then do as
former
Captain Mills ordered.”

Her plan was a sound one. I was prepared to fight the Hive directly after transport, just as I had when I’d been sent directly to Sarah’s coordinates. Neither the transport officer, Commander Deek, nor I considered exactly what I would be transporting into when they’d sent me to my mate. Neither of us assumed she would be in a battle at that very moment. It was a tactical error, for I’d put Sarah’s team in danger and had caused Seth Mills to be captured by the Hive.