“Get in, mate,” she ordered. “Don’t make me beg.”
My smile, I knew, was feral. I wanted her to beg. I took my cock in hand and squeezed the base to stave off the need to lift her out of the water and take her right against the wall. “Mine.”
“Come and get me, beast.” She beckoned me forward with one twitch of her finger.
My beast growled. Perhaps we weren’t quite so different in our thinking as I’d believed. “You want to ride my cock, mate?”
“Yes.”
That one word snapped my control, and I stepped into the water. She didn’t move away, instead she rose to greet me, her wet breasts pressed to my chest, her lips on mine.
Starving for the taste of her. I lifted her in my arms and carried her so her bottom rested on the edge of the large tub, her back leaned against the wall just a few inches behind her. Holding her gaze, I lifted one of her feet, placed it on the side of the tub. I reached for the opposite, opened her legs as I settled her other foot on the edge, and groaned as her wet pussy beckoned me, her glistening arousal a sight I had no desire to resist.
She was spread wide, completely open to me. Yet not vulnerable. She knew she held the power here. I might be bigger, but she always brought me to my knees.
I held her in place and moved between her legs, my shoulders pressing against her wet thighs, pressing them to her sides. Wide.
Mine.
Before I lowered my mouth to her pussy, I glanced up at her.
Her fingers tangled in my hair, and she gave me a soft smile.
“Please,” she whispered.
“Yes, my lady.” I thrust my tongue deep, claiming her in the most elemental way I could. Her gasps of pleasure, the wetness coating my tongue were all the encouragement I needed as I feasted on her feminine core. I used fingers and tongue, lips and teeth, tugging and sucking until I learned what made her gasp, hold her breath, shiver.
I slid two fingers into her pussy, fucking her as I sucked her clit, eager to push her to orgasm. I needed her to lose control. To cry. To scream. To surrender. I would save the taunting and teasing for another time.
“Mine,” I whispered when she whimpered.
“Bahre!” Her fingers twisted in my hair, not to push me away but to pull me closer. I feasted, doubled my assault on her clit, fucking her harder and faster with my fingers as I increased the pressure and rhythm of my tongue. Massaging the inner walls of her pussy, found the sensitive place inside her, and stroked her over and over until she screamed, the walls of her pussy fluttering in helpless spasms around my fingers.
I growled at the sight of her, the sound of her satisfaction.
Before she had time to recover, I rose from the water and settled my cock at the entrance of her swollen pussy, then plunged deep, buried myself in the still-pulsing heat of her.
My beast took over, growling with primal satisfaction at her whimpers and clawing fingers, the heavy heat of her swollen folds squeezing me. I didn’t hold back, knowing she was already on the edge, ready for another orgasm. Needing me to fuck her hard. Fast. Deep.
“Yes!” she cried.
I fucked her like the beast I was, and she met each thrust with a surge of her hips, a soft cry on her lips. She demanded more, and I gave her everything.
Faster.
Deeper.
I fucking loved the way her skin flushed, the way her breathing sounded when she begged, loved the way her cream coated my cock, the way her body shifted with each solid lunge of my hips. I loved that her perfectly styled hair was now a mess of wet tendrils and loose strands falling down around her breasts. I loved the way I could make my calm, perfectly collected female into a screaming, writhing mess riding my cock.
She loved to be put together, to look perfect. But like this, bare, sweaty, and lost to everything but my cock driving into her, she was perfect.
When she came again, her pussy tightening on me like a fist, I finally let myself come, coating her with my scent, my seed.
We bathed each other after, laughing and playing like I had never done in my life. The water grew cold, so I lifted her from the tub, dried her off, and carried her to our new bed. I kissed her softly. Held her. Listened to her talk of plans for the house as we took in our huge new bedroom, for our life together.
Atlan had not been my home for many years. Earth. Atlan. The Colony. I did not care where I slept so long as my mate was in my arms.
Thank the gods. She was my mate. My home.
Mine. Forever.
Epilogue
Quinn, 9 News Headquarters, Miami, Florida
Ellen and Susan hovered like two proud mother hens. I was going live on the anchor desk in fifteen minutes, and they made sure I looked like a movie star for my first day back after my huge promotion.
I loved them. God, how I’d missed them. And Earth. And sanity.
The papers in my lap were still full of information, but now it was local events, politics, and crime, not just meteorological data. I had finally made it to the anchor desk, thanks to my Atlan hottie and one little viral video of Bahre on his knees, pledging himself to me.
“Ten minutes.” The voice coming through the door was familiar. I was back where I wanted to be. Bahre, though, was with me. He had transferred to guard duty at the Interstellar Brides Processing Center here in Miami and worked a few hours a day just to keep busy.
It had taken some time for either of us to be ready to be apart. Weeks before he’d made the technical adjustments to the mating cuffs that allowed me
