Chapter 8 #2
He drove upward, filling her again, but this time he didn’t stop. He continued to pound into her until she was lost in a storm of pleasure more intense than she thought possible.
He claimed her with every stroke, her body giving way to his as the friction between them grew to an inferno. In that moment, she belonged to him completely. He controlled everything—her pleasure, her body, her mind.
“You. Are. Mine.” His words came at the same driving beat of his thrusts.
She clung to his horns and kissed him back, the sharp points of his fangs grazing her tongue. The tiny bite of pain blended with an ocean of pleasure, and she felt herself sliding toward release.
As if sensing the change, he raised her higher, altering the angle between their bodies so the ridges on his cock slid over her clit.
“Yes, oh, yes. Please, Havoc. I…I need…”
Words escaped her lips unbidden, the sentiment unfinished, but he understood and gave her what she needed.
The rhythm between them changed, his thrusts growing more erratic. His cock swelled, filling her even more, and she knew he was as close to breaking as she was.
She touched his cheek with one hand, her eyes locked on his. She witnessed the moment his control shattered. Teeth bared, eyes wide, he tore his mouth from hers to look up at the sky and roar.
She cried out wordlessly as an orgasm blossomed deep inside, sending her mind spinning as her body bucked and tightened around him.
Dazed and panting, she drifted in a bliss-filled fugue. Instead of withdrawing, Havoc remained buried inside her, his cock expanding and the ridges swelling until they were locked together.
Another orgasm swept over her, softer than the first yet somehow more intense.
Havoc purred again, the sound soothing and sexy at the same time.
They stayed that way for a perfect, unforgettable moment before he lowered them both to the ground.
Every bump and jostle gave her another aftershock of pleasure.
Once he was seated, he drew up his knees and cradled her against his chest.
His soft purrs continued as he nuzzled her face, covering her cheeks and mouth with surprisingly gentle kisses.
She was still trying to pull together enough of her brain cells to speak when something strange happened. The skin on her wrists tingled, the sensation quickly intensifying into a flash of heat that immediately faded away.
At the same time, Havoc stiffened, one hand slapping at his chest. “What’s that?”
“I don’t know what it was, but something just made my wrists burn.” She held up one hand, but it was too dark to see anything.
“My chest, too,” Havoc said.
He looked at her wrist curiously and then his brow creased before he grabbed her hand and twisted it gently from side to side.
“You have the marks.” He didn’t seem concerned. In fact, he seemed pleased. She felt no such thing.
“What marks?” she demanded.
“Mating marks. Bysshe mentioned that the others had them, and I saw them on Menace when we met him and his mate.”
“Mating marks? Where? Why didn’t you tell me about this earlier? What else do you know about all this?” She gestured to him and then to herself while still trying to see these marks for herself.
“I’m not even sure what it is, or why it happens. None of us has ever experienced something like this.” He caught her by the wrists and gently moved her hands into a beam of moonlight. “There and there. Do you see them now?”
She did. Delicate black lines started at the heel of her hand and wrapped around her limb to form a crisscross pattern over the top of both wrists.
“And these mean something?”
“They mean I was right. We are mates.” Havoc glanced down at his chest. She had to lean back a little to see what he was looking at.
Black lines now appeared on the golden fur of his chest. Thick parallel lines started at each shoulder and ran diagonally across his chest to form an X over his heart. To her, they looked like claw marks.
“Do they hurt?” she asked, concern pushing away her other questions.
“No.” He touched the marks and then spread his fingers to match the black stripes. They lined up perfectly.
“And you knew this could happen?”
“I didn’t know until I touched you. That was the trigger. That’s what happened to Risk and Joy. When he caught her as she fell, that’s when everything changed for them. I imagine Loris was affected when Vengeance carried her out of the shuttle.”
That made sense. “So the next time I see them, they will have these same marks?”
“I think so. I don’t know how any of this works. You’re the first female I’ve ever touched.”
She flinched and tried to put more space between them. Not that it was really possible given the way they were tangled together. “So, this was all random chance? If you’d touched someone else, you’d have fucked them instead of me?”
“No.” His voice held that edge of command again, but this time she didn’t find it sexy. Well, not as sexy.
“Explain.” She turned his earlier statement against him.
It was easier to use one word than to try and verbalize what she was feeling.
Hurt. Confusion. Doubt, and a little fear that she’d somehow gotten everything about this situation wrong and wound up tying herself to another man—or male—who would never love her.
“Bysshe thought it was chemical. Pheromones. Biology.” He shrugged. “But none of us understands it. Hell, the scrawnies don’t even have sex, so why did they create us with a sex drive at all? Maybe it’s a leftover genetic trait from the species they made us from. But it is not random.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I know that Vengeance was drawn to Loris before he even touched her. Risk went to help Joy because he was watching her and saw the moment she lost her balance.”
Maddison recalled the way she’d ogled Havoc via the viewscreens before she’d even laid eyes on him in person. He might have a point, but she’d noticed there was something he hadn’t mentioned.
“What about you? Did you feel anything?”
“Yes. But I didn’t want to. I’m not like most of the others.
Bysshe says I spend too much time inside my own head.
I like to plan things carefully, and I do not like change.
” He cocked his head and smiled ruefully.
“From the moment my brothers spotted your ship entering the atmosphere, there’s been a lot of that. ”
“So you didn’t want this. I didn’t either. This was not how the next chapter of my life was supposed to go.”
Maddison sighed and made a throwing-away gesture with her hand.
It wasn’t easy to push past the doubt, but she still heard that insistent little voice telling her this was where she was supposed to be.
“But that plan went out an airlock days ago. As new beginnings go, I think this might be a good one.” She touched his chest, splaying her hand over the center of his new marks.
“But if you don’t want this…we’ll find a way to fix it so you don’t have to be responsible for me. ”
“No.” He covered her hand with his and pressed it to his fur. “I meant what I said before. You belong to me, little star. And I protect what is mine.”
She leaned in and kissed his knuckles. “If you insist.”
“I do.”
She didn’t bother telling him that in some human cultures, those words held a deeper meaning. Then again, who needed words when she carried his marks on her skin? If there were any sense in the universe, that meant they were in this together. Always.