Chapter Seven
John
I awokewith a woman in the bed, her hair splayed all over my chest where she’d slept all night. No, not all night. For about two hours. I’d fucked her most of the night, then let her get some rest. We didn’t just ease her heat, but also crushed my life’s struggle with insecurities when it came to the opposite sex. I’d made up for the years of sex I’d missed out on. I understood why no other women had done anything for me. I wasn’t gay, I wasn’t shy, weird, or impotent. I was simply hers.
A sigh of relief escaped my parted lips. I swept her mane of gorgeous dark hair away from her face so I could watch her sleep. My kitten was pretty, her features feminine and strong at the same time, her mouth so plush and puffy, it had creases on it. I wanted it sucking me and milking my dick the way her golden pussy had done last night. And it was a golden pussy.
When I first pushed inside her, it had squeezed my dick so hard yet so soft, it felt perfect. It made me want to plunder her all night long. And so I plundered. Kitten was also responsive. She’d moaned and purred, making it easy to make her howl again and again. She didn’t hide her pleasure.
“Kitten,” I said.
“Mmm.”
I flipped us over, spread her legs, and pushed my dick inside her. I didn’t think it could get any harder for her. “God, you feel so good. I can’t get enough.”
She smiled, rubbed her sleepy eyes. “It’s because I’m not pregnant.”
“No, it’s because you’re…you’re it for me.”
This got her attention, and she finally opened her eyes. I fucked her with lazy strokes, waiting for her deep green eyes to pale. And they paled almost instantly. Because my kitten responded so well. To me. The guy who couldn’t imagine ever waking up next to a woman. After Sienna had mated, I thought I’d return to my bunker and die old and alone. But I wouldn’t. I had a woman. I kissed her pouty mouth.
Kitten’s breaths hitched as I picked up my pace. We said nothing to each other. I didn’t know how she’d come to be on Earth. She didn’t know a thing about me. But I didn’t care about our history; I cared about the paleness in her eyes, the flicker of hope I’d seen in them when I’d met her and she smelled her Alpha on my clothes. I cared about today, when I got ready to leave for Retreat, Texas. I cared about what she’d do while I was gone. I cared that she pushed her hips to meet my thrusts, and I definitely cared about our kids. I needed to bring them into a world where humans integrated into the society, where they’d go to school and teach the beast fuckers how to play baseball, and if I had a baby girl, some motherfucker better not ask me to sell her.
But most of all, I cared about making a future for Felicia. She’d given me a new life. I would never die old and alone.
“John,” she sighed. “What are you thinking about?”
I fucked her faster, then rose onto my hands.
She liked when I did that. Her eyes paled further. God, she was beautiful. “I’ll tell you later.”
She arched her back and met my thrusts, and when I felt the walls of her pussy fluttering around my dick, I knew she must be close. “You want my seed?”
“Yes, mate.”
“Come and get it.”
She bit her lip. My balls slapped her ass so hard, I thought they might break. I hooked an elbow under her knee and brought it up so I could spread her open. I looked down and pounded her golden pussy. My balls tightened and drew up, and her pussy knew. Damn, she knew and clamped around my cock like a vise. “Jesus,” I said and released my load as Kitten’s scream pierced the room.
I leaned back and looked down at my dick. It was covered in pussy juice and my cum. I stroked it. “I’m in a permanent state of arousal.”
Kitten chuckled. “I’m not pregnant. That’s why.”
“How long till you get pregnant?”
“Only the Beast Mother knows.”
“I’m a Christian,” I said.
She shrugged. “The heat can pass without pregnancy.”
“How long?”
“A few days. Why? Aren’t you enjoying yourself?”
I gave her a stern look. “You please me. Don’t doubt it, you hear?”
“Yeah.” She looked away and asked, “Would you like some breakfast?”