Chapter 9
NINE
LYSSA
Every nerve in my body was alive with the awareness of him, of his size and strength as he crowded in through the door behind me.
I wanted to ride that man like I was lifting weights, all sweat and grunts and determination to take this life and turn it into something even better.
I wanted him to throw me up against the wall and rip off my clothes and fuck me like he didn't know the meaning of the word slow.
I had waited so many cycles as Sara had cut open brains and dug around in them, finding the location of the chip and figuring out how to remove it.
I had hauled corpse after corpse in and out of that room like a good little minion, all the while waiting for her to be certain, to be sure she could do it so that I could pull Sunshine out of that glass coffin and kiss him back up to the land of the living.
Sara had practiced on other guys first, ones that we didn't know, and when they woke up, I was standing by, ready to knock them out again should they decide to follow their old ways of treating us like inventory rather than people.
Not a single one did.
With their control chips removed, they were docile, for the most part, more confused than anything else as to why they were alive. All of them were willing to help us with anything we asked, with the sole exception of finding the control room on this ship. They all seemed a little scared of it.
With each surgical success, I'd grown more impatient to have Sunshine back.
I hadn't known him very long, but those moments were enough.
Especially as the day cycles stretched into weeks and it became clear that wherever we were going, we were just along for the ride. An interesting, comfortable, adaptive ride, but something we didn’t know how to control none the less.
I was hungry for a different type of ride.
Sunshine had put his body between me and danger more than once, all while under the influence of a system that didn't view me as a person worth saving. Knowing that he saw me as his mate and wanted to go all in right off the bat made him even more appealing.
The door slid shut behind us.
I could feel the heat of him behind me, looming and ready, a tension in the air, a moment that needed just a little push for it to snap.
"This is my room," I said, gesturing at the space that had become normal to me. "All the rooms are the same."
Milly had managed to get the ship to set up basic rooms for all of us, bedrooms with large, comfortable beds with individual ensuite bathrooms. The rooms were large enough that some of the other women had cobbled together additional furniture from the things they had found around the ship, but I hadn't bothered.
My days had consisted of helping Sara and anyone else who needed a little extra muscle for whatever reason.
Any extra time I spent using the exercise equipment that had been moved into a large, open-air space with a view of the stars or hanging out in the theater with some of the others.
There was a large on-board selection of shows and media from a bunch of different cultures that one of the de-chipped guys had set up for us, with help from Milly, to coax the ship into creating a facsimile of a movie theater.
I turned around to see that he wasn't looking around the room; he only had eyes for me, like he was waiting to see what I would do.
He didn't have to wait long.
"Fuck it," I said. “Fuck me.”
He met me halfway, his body colliding with mine as his hands dropped down to my thighs and lifted me up in the air like lifting 200lbs was nothing to him.
I let out a laugh as our lips collided, and then my legs were wrapping around his waist, and his hand was cupping my ass, and I was pressing my elbows down on his triceps to give me enough leverage to meet the ferocious demands of his lips on mine as he kissed me like my lips were the doorway to my soul and he was desperate to devour it.
My back was on the bed, and his hands were on the edge of my pants, but he wasn't just removing them; he was tearing them.
The sound of fabric ripping filled the air, paired with my desperate gasps as his teeth grazed the side of my neck, and his hands continued to grab at my clothing, ripping away my shirt and the rest of the tattered rags as they were made of tissue paper.
I arched my hips, lifting my pubic bone to press it against his abdominals as heat and need rushed through me.
His hands and mouth found my breasts as he licked and nibbled his way down my body, teeth grazing my nipple, tongue swirling and sucking, pulling another moan from my mouth as I ground my hips up against him and he pressed me back down against the bed, giving me something to work against even as he held me in place with his bulk.
"Now I need you now," I demanded, clawing at his back like I could drag him back up my body, but he only sank lower, kissing his way down my abdominals, over my hips until his tongue found my slit and he let out a groan like a man possessed.
He licked me, and I could feel the sides of his tongue caress either side of my inner thighs, and I looked down at him.
His eyes were glazed over as he looked up at me through the mass of my own untamed bush, his mouth spread wider than I had ever seen it before, and the tongue that slithered out of his mouth to stroke me through another wave of bliss and need was engorged, swollen beyond a size I'd ever seen from an appendage like that.
It was fat, thick, long, and shiny, with a slick, viscous layer coating my inner thighs and lower lips.
Hell yes, I was down for the weird.
"Stick it in me," I whispered.
He pushed that fat, long tongue inside of me, and I cried out with the pleasurable rush of the invasion, spreading me open and filling every inch of me with that hot meat.
A loud slurping sound filled the air, and his eyes rolled up, his eyelids fluttering as his teeth pressed down on the top edge of my nub, just enough pressure that it skirted the edge of pain and sent me over into the abyss of ecstasy.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" I screamed as my hips bucked as his tongue slurped and stroked my inner walls, my orgasm hitting me hard and fast and desperate as my inner channel clenched around his tongue, trying to drag him deeper into me.
The numb prick of two points was the only warning I got as I felt his teeth clamp down harder and he bit me, the waves of my pleasure crashing down around me, carrying me forward as I looked down my body at him to see his lips drawn back, his canine teeth grown longer as the sank down in through the hair of my mound, where he had layered the most of his shimmering saliva.
It didn't hurt.
"What are you doing?" I barely managed to get out as his tongue rolled inside of me, stroking me through waves of pleasure even as I watched him bite me.
Above his canines, on his exposed gums, there were two swollen bulges that hadn't been there when I kissed him, and they twitched and spasmed, pulsing as whatever was in them flowed down through his teeth and into my skin.
Right, I'd decided to do it with an alien, just assuming that everything would be as straightforward as putting the hard bit in the wet bit and get thrusting.
"Sunshine," I said, trying to keep my wits about me as his tongue kept doing things, and I could feel myself rising up towards another mind-crippling peak of passion.
I crashed through it, my abs clenching as my pelvis tilted into his bite as my insides convulsed and shattered with the deep, caressing strokes.
I watched as those sacks above his teeth emptied and deflated, and I screamed through my climax. "What are you doing?!?"
He released his bite, his fangs sliding back up out of sight as he pulled his tongue free in one, delicious, slurp that left me feeling empty and needy and twitching with the aftereffects of two back-to-back brutal climaxes.
"Breeeeeding," he said, his voice intense and his eyes wild as he climbed back up my body, his strong arms caging me in as he hovered his greater bulk over me, my legs trembling as he pushed them apart with his knees and I gave way, seeing the thick log between his legs looking a lot more like what I was expecting, if a heck of a lot larger than I ever thought I could handle.
Whatever, I could handle anything.
"Give it to me like you mean it," I demanded as I hooked my ankles up over his back.
He did.
He split me open.
The thick head of him pressed into me, aided by the drenched slick from his tongue, but even then it was so much pressure, on the verge of pain but still feeling amazing as I let out a groan, my heels digging into his lower back as I urged him into me, to give it to me, to slide into me and make me forget that anything else existed but the feeling of him inside of me.
He pushed, thrust, grunted, and worked his way in inch by delirious inch as I squirmed and panted and grabbed at him.
Then with a deep groan, he was seated inside of me, all the way and I didn't know if I could take it and I didn't know if I would ever want anyone else as I came undone, holding onto him like a lifeline as he shifted, slid out, then in, the wet slaps of our bodies coming together, the thick scent of us mixing together in the air as the heat and sweat combined to fill the air with our gutteral, animalistic sounds.
I exploded, crashed, and came together again.
He let out a roar and lifted up off me, grabbing my legs to use as leverage as he slammed in and out of me, using me like a limp doll to satiate his needs as I sucked him into me, and he let go, his balls twitching against my ass as he drove in as deep as he could, his heat and seed flooding deep inside of me.
I lay there gasping and trembling underneath him as he looked down at me, his expression positively feral as he grinned.
"My mate," he said, the possession in his voice curling around me.
"Holy shit," I gasped out.