Ascension Saga (Interstellar Brides): Book 1

“This first time will be hard and fast.”

Ya’ think?

Through barely opened eyes, I could see how much control he was using. I needed, but god, Leo needed.

I had a momentary thought of the Atlan guard at the Brides center. Was this what his beast was like? Wild and… beasty? No wonder no one ever heard of a divorced Atlan woman.

“Hurry.” One word was all it took. He lowered my feet to the floor and made quick work of my pants, opening and tugging them down my legs. His hands went to the front of his pants as I stepped to try to get my feet out of my crumpled jeans, but only had success getting them off one foot before Leo lifted me up again, this time his big hands on my bare ass. They were so big they cupped me from hip to crease.

I hooked my legs around him once again, felt his cock, hot and hard, nestled along my pussy. Bare and pulsing. Thank god for the birth control injection Warden Egara had given me at the bride center, because I didn’t think I could stop. And I didn’t want to. I wanted him hot and naked, skin on skin. I needed his seed inside me. I needed his energy, his wildness to fill me up.

“Are you wet for me? I will not take you unless you are ready.”

I rocked my hips, coated the length of him in my arousal. “So wet,” I murmured. Everywhere our skin touched was like a mini inferno. My flesh heated beneath his hands. My body was hungry for him.

His eyes met mine. Fierce desire. Possessiveness. Intense control. Need. I saw it all in that one instant. I wanted this. I wanted him. Deep. Hard. Thrusting so hard my back never left the wall.

Without looking away, I felt his hips pull back, his cock shift so it was notched right at my entrance.

God, I could feel how big he was, the crown parting my lower lips. I held my breath, waiting. Waiting.

With one word, “Mine,” he thrust up into me.

I groaned. He growled.

The hand on my butt squeezed, and I knew I’d have little bruises there in the morning. His other hand slapped against the wall by my head as his eyes fell closed. A red flush crept up his square jaw, his lips thinned, the cords of his neck went taut.

But lower. God. His cock filled me. Stretched me. Opened me up like no other. I could feel every hard inch of him. So impossibly deep I sucked in my breath. Squirmed.

My pussy clamped down on him, squeezed, milked, tried to pull him deeper, which was impossible. My clit pulsed as it rubbed against him. My heels pressed into his ass as I held him to me. And inside, something shifted, something hungry and desperate and primitive roared to life inside me and screamed for more.

“Mine.” That was my voice, but one I didn’t recognize, as I wrapped my arms and legs around him in a viselike grip. Energy, raw, male, covered me like warm, melted caramel, the heat going straight to my clit. To my pussy.

My core clamped down. Hard. Squeezed his cock like a fist.

He groaned. Pulled out. Thrust deeper. Harder. He held me there, riding his cock, stuffed full. Unable to move. Not wanting to. “Fuck me, mate. Take it. Take it all.” He ripped open my shirt and his, pressed our bare skin together. Pressed his lips to my neck, my cheek, tasting my flesh, devouring me like he’d never get enough. And every moment, heat filled me up. Energy. Hot. Erotic. Like a drug I’d never get enough of. Every cell was hungry for him. My entire body a living flame.

This was why I’d come to Alera. This was what a human man could never give me. What I needed.

He pulled back. Thrust so hard my breasts bounced. I tilted my head back, giving him better access, unable to resist. Not wanting to. I had no choice now. My body wasn’t my own. It was his.

“Oh my god,” I gasped. It had never been like this. Never. And he wasn’t even moving. I was so close to coming I couldn’t catch my breath.

His head was buried in the crook of my neck and his hot breath fanned my skin. My fingers ran through his sweaty hair. My nipples were hard, aching for his hands. His mouth. Anything he could give me. And my body was already taking him in, demanding his life force, his strength, and I knew that I would never be the same.

For the first time in my life I felt… alien. More than human.

This was raw and dirty. The basest form of fucking, and he’d only thrust into me a few times. It was as if he’d been dreaming of being inside a pussy. Just that and nothing more. He held himself frozen, as if this connection alone was so pleasurable he didn’t need more.

Well, I did. I’d been desperate to come for weeks. Ached. I’d been on the brink, close to the edge but with no way to jump off. But now I had it. Now I felt whole, as if Leo’s hold was all that was keeping me together, that once I gave over to the feelings, they’d be so intense I needed him to hold me together, ensure I didn’t break into a thousand tiny pieces.

With the slightest shift of his hips, I came.

My head went back and I screamed, clawed, clenched. Milked.

I had no doubt Faith and Destiny heard, and probably everyone else in the building.

He pulled back once, then thrust deep and followed me over. A jagged sound, like a beast coming unleashed, ripped from his throat. His entire body went taut and I could have sworn I felt his cock thicken even more before he spent. Filled me with his seed. The warmth of it coated my insides as even more raw heat poured into my flesh, filling me with so much power, so much energy that I came again, the pleasure pushing me over for long minutes. When it was done, the aftershocks continued to rock me as muscles in my core pulsed randomly, out of sync, caressing his cock—almost as if my body itself was thanking him.