Fierce pride flared in my chest. I wasn’t sure how most Atlan couples did this, if I was supposed to be naked during such a ritual, but I didn’t care. I didn’t ask. I would remember this moment forever.
With his eyes on me, he picked up one of the cuffs meant for his mate.
For me.
I raised my arm, held it out so he could affix the one cuff about my right wrist. The cuff opened like a regular bracelet, but when he closed the two ends together, it bonded somehow, sealed closed. Narrowed so it fit me perfectly. The metal was cool at first but quickly warmed to my skin. I’d thought the wide band would be heavy, but it was light as air. When the second one was on, I looked at them both. They felt like Wonder Woman bracelets. I doubted they could deflect bullets, but I felt… invincible. With Bahre by my side, I would be. Always.
I glanced from the cuffs to Bahre. The look on his face was amazement. Joy. Pride. Love. I saw everything there. Everything I wanted but never knew I needed.
He climbed from the bed and I frowned, wondering why he was leaving me, but he began to take off his clothes. His gaze remained on me as he stripped himself bare. He didn’t say a word. When he was done, he stood before me, naked but for the gleaming cuffs on his wrists and a cock that was rock-hard, huge, and all for me.
He crawled back up and between my thighs—I’d never brought them back together—and settled one hand on the bed near my head, then the other. His huge frame loomed over me, his fierce face right there.
I felt like growling up at him, like a beast myself. I wanted him inside me. Now.
He was all mine.
* * *
Bahre
“Forever, mate,” I said, then slid into my mate with one deep, hard thrust. Fuck, this was it. This was everything. She was safe. Beneath me. Mine. I felt the cuffs about my wrists, and my cock swelled deep within her wet pussy.
I’d ensured she was soft and pliant, dripping wet and ready for the solid length of my cock when I claimed her for the first time with my mating cuffs on our wrists.
There was no turning back, no chance I might lose her. The mating cuffs were recognized by every legal entity, every law on every planet in the Coalition. If anyone touched her, hurt her, tried to take her from me now, I could legally challenge and eliminate the threat.
And I would. Even on Earth, laws or no laws. Quinn was mine now, mine to love and fuck and protect.
My cock pulsed, buried deep in her hot core. I didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to leave this moment. She felt so fucking good. Her pussy was my home. My heaven. I never wanted to leave.
The glint of the cuffs on her wrists made me growl, reminded me we were not done.
“Put your legs about my waist.”
She did so immediately but couldn’t cross her ankles. I was too big. I slipped a hand behind her back, cupped her ass, and lifted her with me as I climbed from the bed.
Quinn laughed as I walked across the room and pressed her against the nearest wall.
“What are you—”
I pulled back, thrust deep.
“Bahre,” she breathed as I began to fuck her. It was easy to hold her up. My cock was buried deep. She wasn’t to come off it until the claiming was done. Until my seed filled her. With my hips pinning hers to the wall, I could easily grab her hands and raise them over her head. I secured them there, my grip holding her cuffs in place.
“I claimed you, mate,” I said, meeting her green eyes. “It is my beast’s turn.”
We’d never spoken of how a traditional Atlan claiming occurred. There hadn’t been time before, and now I didn’t want to waste any time to explain.
She didn’t need it. She was right here with me.
Licking her lips, she nodded, only shifted her legs so her knees squeezed me higher on my torso.
Yes. Fuck, yes. For the first time ever, I let my beast completely free. I’d killed before, let my beast rule me so that I was a killing machine. I’d plucked Lukabo’s head from his shoulders as if he were a Hive Nexus Unit. Lukabo would not be a danger to Quinn or anyone again.
But now? This? My beast was out. Taking. Giving. Fucking.
I felt my bones shift, my muscles stretch. I knew I grew to full beast size. My cock swelled and grew, buried deep in Quinn.
Burying my face in her lithe neck, I held her and took her. Thrust deep and made her mine as well as my beast’s.
She rolled her hips, although she couldn’t move much with my cock filling her and my beast pinning her to the wall.
Sweat bloomed on her skin, and I licked the salty essence from her neck. Her breaths were ragged, came in pants, in moans in sync with my thrusts.
Her breasts swayed. Her heels dug into my back.
“You. Mine,” I growled, unable to form a complete sentence. There was no need.
“Yes,” she cried.
She felt so good, my balls ached to fill her. My cock was drenched in her arousal, the sensations elicited by her pussy, the tight squeeze, the slide, pushed me to the edge swiftly.
She was mine. That had me gripping her ass with my free hand, and I rolled her hips into me, ensuring her clit rubbed against me. She would come before me. It was my job to see her satisfied. I would only finally claim her when she screamed my name. I held back until she did, sweat dripping down my brow, my muscles tense. My hips driving up and into her.
Within seconds I felt her walls begin to milk me. Her body clenched around me.
