Page 9 of Bound to the Beast (Interstellar Brides Program: The Beasts #9)

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My mate’s wet pussy juices coated my lips and tongue like the sweetest frosting. I licked and sucked. I couldn’t get enough. Would never get enough.

I pressed her soft thighs wide and feasted. Devoured her. My beast surged forward, ready to fuck. Claim. Mark her as his own.

I shoved him down with a brutality of purpose I had never felt before.

That fucker had tormented me for years. Raged inside my mind. Driven me half mad with mating fever. Turned my blood to acid in my veins. Made my thoughts spiral into the darkest depths, urged me to kill everyone around us, friend and foe alike.

The beast was madness. Pure, raw fury. A predator. A killer.

He didn’t fucking deserve the feast before us. The suppleness of her skin. The cries of pleasure in her throat.

She was mine. Mine first. Mine always.

MINE! The beast howled inside me. I crushed him under an anger not forged in flame, but ice-cold necessity. The will I’d needed to survive the beast and his instincts. Survive torture at the hands of the Hive.

Battle. I fight. You hide. The beast made his case. Tried to convince me of his worth.

I licked our mate’s sweet pussy and wrapped my hands around her plump ass, pulled her closer so I could shove my tongue deeper. Hear her moan. Sigh. Feel the tug of frantic feminine fingers in my hair. She’s mine.

NO!

His bellow of rage rang hollow in my soul as I pushed and tasted and teased my mate to the edge of release. She was panting. Squirming. So wet. Responsive. Ready for my cock. I’d fuck her until she screamed and fill her with my seed. Make her mine.

But she hadn’t said yes. Not yet. The beast was an animal. I was not.

I tore my mouth from her swollen pussy lips and looked up to see flushed cheeks, plump lips, and her eyes glazed over with desire.

So fucking kissable. Too many fucking clothes.

I pulled her lips to mine and shared the taste of her pussy. She was frantic, her lips moving against mine as if she would never get enough. Her hands worked the buttons along the front of her strange dress. Her hands shook. Progress was slow.

Perhaps I should simply rip the fabric from her body and put us both out of our misery. The human pants I wore did not expand around my engorged cock like Coalition armor did. The fabric squeezed me. Too tight. Restrictive.

“Please. Don’t stop.” She trailed a line of wet kisses over my jaw. Returned to my lips. “I’m so close.”

“You want my mouth on your pussy?”

“Yes.”

I slipped one hand to the back of her neck and wrapped her hair in my fist so I could tilt her head up.

I wanted her looking at me as I rose to my feet.

Her whimper made my cock jump. I leaned over to whisper against her cheek.

“I’m going to fuck you, mate. Claim you.

Fill you with my seed and make you scream. ”

Her only response was to tremble, her gaze locked with mine.

My lips grazed the side of her ear as I slipped two fingers from my free hand into her wet heat.

“Do you want to come?” I pumped my fingers in and out of her body.

Slow. Then fast. I held her gaze as I played with her pussy.

Absorbed every gasp and sigh and flutter of the pulse at the base of her neck.

“Yes.”

I reached for the tip of her womb, staked my claim as her back arched. “I’m going to make you come. Then I’m going to fuck you. Make you mine. Do you understand?”

She nodded, her small hands clinging to my shoulders.

“Say it.”

“Yes. Make me yours.”

The sight of my mating cuffs on her wrists woke a primal part of me that had nothing to do with the beast and everything to do with being a possessive, protective Atlan male.

I’d fought countless battles for this moment.

Survived capture and torture at the hands of the Hive.

Destroyed countless enemies. Ripped them apart with my bare hands.

Hands that now cradled the softness of my mate’s swollen pussy. Tangled in silken curls that framed a fragile, feminine face. Strength that I’d once used to tear soldiers in half, I now used to gently tease and stroke my mate’s clit. Give pleasure, instead of pain.

The feeling was new. Addictive. Heal rather than harm. Gentleness instead of savagery. The level of control needed to care for and seduce my mate was like a drug, a battle all its own. I wanted more. Needed more.

I watched her face as I stroked her pussy and clit, increased the speed and depth, bent my fingers inside her to stroke her inner walls.

Holding her head steady, I watched her come apart. Her eyes closed. Her breath held. Her body arched into mine as if trying to get closer. The walls of her pussy fluttered and pulsed around my fingers as a long, slow moan escaped her lips.

I buried the sound under my kiss. Caressed her wet heat as I took her mouth.

I would never get enough of this. Being with my mate was the antithesis of every moment in my life. There would forever be before and after. The Warlord who existed to fight in battle ceased to exist, replaced by the male who existed to protect and care for his mate.

A much more enjoyable existence.

The moment her body settled, I released her to free my cock from the uncomfortable human clothing.

Krystal gasped when she saw the hard length, reached for me.

I could not allow her to touch me. I was on the razor’s edge. Her taste on my tongue. Her cries of pleasure fresh in my ears. If she touched me, I would lose control.

Hands wrapped around her waist, I lifted her. Turned her so she faced the cabinets, her knees on the countertop. I shoved the small slip of fabric that attempted to cover her wet center to the side with one finger. Positioned my cock at her entrance. Shifted.

Slipped inside her. Barely. Just the tip of my cock invaded her tight, hot pussy.

“I can’t… I need something to hold on to,” she gasped.

My brilliant little problem-solving mate opened the cabinet door and grabbed onto one of the shelves as I pressed my cock into her body from behind. I buried myself to the hilt in one slow, smooth thrust that lifted her weight off her knees.

“Oh god.”

Fuck yes. I was her god now.

I slipped one hand around to stroke her clit as I withdrew and filled her again.

And again. Her knuckles turned white where she held onto the shelves, tried to use them as leverage to shift her hips.

To escape or take me deeper, I did not know.

Didn’t matter now. I was inside her. Fucking her.

Filling her. Claiming her. My scent would be all over her skin, my seed in her womb. My mating cuffs were on her wrists.

She. Was. Mine.

Her dress was in my way. Her breasts covered. I cupped one full lobe through the fabric and gently squeezed her nipple. Rolled it. Pinched. Held my cock perfectly still inside her to play, to learn what made her wild.

When I pulled her nipple and her clit at the same time, her body shuddered. Her back arched. A soft whimper left her throat.

Excellent.

I did it again. And again.

Moved my hips. Fucked her as I played with her body.

It was perfect. She was perfect.

Next time, she’d be naked, and I would taste every part of her.

I worked her clit. Switched my attention to her neglected breast.

Her hips jerked. She hung her head. Moaned as her pussy clamped down on my cock like a vice. Rippled. Squeezed. Her cries as she lost control forced me to follow her into the abyss.

Fuuuuck. My balls tightened to the point of pain. I hovered on the edge, didn’t want it to be over so soon, but I couldn’t fucking stop. Not with her heated core squeezing me like a fist made of fire. I had no hope of resisting. No fucking chance.

I came. Hard. My seed spurted inside her. Filled her. Slipped out to run down her thighs as I fucked her through my orgasm. Kept moving. Slow-rolled my pleasure as we both slowly came down from the peak.

She collapsed against me and I caught her back against my chest, held her in place with my cock buried deep. I wasn’t ready to break the connection, to give her up.

My beast had remained quiet, but he stirred. Sullen. Angry that I had refused him.

I didn’t fucking care what that bastard wanted. She was mine right now.

The only sound in the kitchen was our ragged breathing.

“Hello?” A small voice called from deeper inside the home.

My mate stiffened. Panicked. Tried to pull away.

My cock was exactly where I wanted it to be. I wasn’t finished. Which meant the child needed to return to bed.

“He can’t see us like this.” Krystal’s frantic whisper forced me to react.

With a sigh that made my bones ache, I slipped free of my mate’s body. When she tried to move, I wrapped my hand around her neck and leaned in close, keeping my voice quiet. “I’m not done with you yet. Move and you’ll get a spanking, female.”

“You wouldn’t,” she hissed at me, but didn’t pull away. Instead, she rubbed her ass against my side in blatant invitation.

My beast roared to life at the enticement, but I shoved him under my mental bootheel and debated what to do about the boy.

There was no sense lying to the child, nor hiding what his aunt was to me. What he was to me now.

I tucked my cock back into the ridiculous human pants and walked around the corner of the kitchen to face the child. “Brody.”

“Mr. Smith?” Brody gaped at me, eyes wide as he inspected my bare chest. “What are you doing here?” He wore orange and green pajamas covered with images of turtles.

His feet were impossibly small, and bare.

His golden curls, so like Krystal’s, were in disarray.

His killer cat had blocked the boy from moving closer to the kitchen, the cat’s body firmly placed between myself and the child.

Fucking cat hissed at me.

I hissed back. “I’m the boy’s father now.” I spoke Everian to the creature. His kind was highly intelligent. If he’d been on Everis with Brody for a few months, he would understand what I said. I knew several languages. They’d always come easy to me. Everian was not difficult to learn, so I had.

I forgot, if the cat understood, so would Brody. The boy responded in kind, in his native tongue. “I knew you were a Warlord.”

“I am.”

“Alexander let you come in. I told you he would like you.”

I risked looking away from the earnest young male before me to glare at the Hosiak, make sure the stupid creature wasn’t about to attack me. “Why is that?”

“He senses things about people. I knew you were good. He knows, too.”

“Thank you.” I wasn’t good. I was a killer. But I wasn’t going to argue.

“When I saw you at school, I figured you came looking for me.”

“I did. I was sent to protect you.”

“My Aunt Krystal is your mate?”

“Yes.”

“You going to live with us now?”

“Yes.”

The boy tilted his head, studying me, as my mate appeared at my side.

“Are you okay, Brody? Do you need anything?” Krystal’s soft tone was completely foreign to me. Gentle. Nurturing. Nothing like the wild thing that had just come apart in my arms.

I wanted this side of her, too. Knew I would have to earn it, that her tenderness came from love. From her heart. A part of her I had yet to claim.

My cock didn’t care. My pulse leapt in anticipation of the spanking I would give her for disobeying me when she left the kitchen. Not hard, not true punishment. Just enough to explore. Discover if the sting of my hand on her bare ass made her pussy weep and burn for me.

“No. I just heard you. Alexander wouldn’t let me out of my room.

” Brody’s attention had swung to her when she spoke.

I watched as his Elite Hunter instincts took over, his gaze assessing every detail in the blink of an eye.

I did not doubt the young one had excellent sense of smell, as well as hearing far beyond a human’s.

“Alexander is a very smart cat.” I said, reverting back to Krystal’s native language. No reason to be embarrassed by what had happened between me and my mate. Especially since I planned to fuck her again. And again. Every night. Every chance I had to touch her.

I glanced at the cat and gave the predator a small nod of thanks for keeping the boy away while we were… occupied.

Would have sworn to the gods the fucking cat dipped its head in response.

Smart animal. My new son was highly intelligent as well.

He wasn’t panicked or upset. Instead, he faced me without fear.

Demanded answers. Was already drawing his own—correct—conclusion.

The boy had good instincts. He would be a formidable hunter when he was grown.

But right now, I wanted him to go back to sleep so I could take his aunt to bed and make her fall in love with me.

As if he could read my mind, Brody turned around without another word and walked back to his bedroom. Alexander followed him with a soft huff.

The door latch clicked and Krystal covered her face with her hands. “Oh my god. He has really good hearing. I’m mortified. We never should have?—”

I stopped her with a kiss. “We should. And we will again.”

“But he’ll hear us.”

My heart swelled with pride. He was mine now, just like Krystal. I would guide and protect him. Teach him everything I could. He would be as powerful as any beast.

No wonder his relatives wanted him dead.

My mate turned her head to escape my kiss and I took the opportunity to explore the skin of her neck.

Bare her shoulder. Slide my hand down her hip, around her ass, and lower, to cup her pussy.

I slipped two fingers inside her core, cock instantly hard when she squirmed.

Gasped. Ground her pussy against my hand in a silent demand for more.

“Iven!”

For the first time in as long as I could remember, I laughed. I had found my mate. Claimed her. It was a fucking miracle. She was real. She was mine.

Mine. The beast protested, but he was weak. Defeated. Broken, like he’d tried to break me.

I ignored him and carried my mate to bed.