Page 16 of Possessive Alien Mate

“Say it,” he said through gritted teeth. His huge muscles flexed with his rapid movements and he continued plunging into her, driving into her so hard that the headboard repeatedly banged against the wall.

She opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn’t manage to force the words out, even though deep down she believed belonging to him would keep her safe. At her continued silence, his eyes flashed and he abruptly withdrew from her pussy. Before she realized what he was doing, he had turned her over on her hands and knees.

Fear sliced through her.

What did he mean to do?

She braced herself, unsure of what to expect, but he only grabbed her hips and shoved his cock back into her depths, taking her from behind. Heated waves flowed through her as he slammed into her, again and again. This position allowed for much deeper penetration, and he drove into her so rapidly that his balls slapped heavily against her pussy with each thrust, sometimes impacting directly upon her pulsing clit. It was almost too much, yet she didn’t wish for him to stop.

He released one of her hips and reached for her hair, giving her locks a quick tug, though not missing a beat as he kept surging into her. She couldn’t help but wonder if he was becoming frustrated with her over her silence.

Did anger account for his sudden roughness?

He gave her hair another tug, causing her back to arch, which only forced her to accept his cock even deeper than she imagined possible. She released a throaty moan as perspiration trickled down her temples.

“Say it, Tyra.” His sharp command sent a thrill through her, even as her mind protested that he was behaving like a brute. What did it matter if she admitted aloud that she belonged to him? By the laws of his people, she was already his mate.

He released a growl that was so loud it shook her insides. Despite her worry that he was mad, she was nearly delirious with the increasing pleasure caused by his roughness. Each hard thrust sent shocks of euphoric sensation through her entire body, and she felt as though she were riding the crest of a wave and ready to crash into something, though what this something could be, she wasn’t yet certain.

Rem bent over her and growled into her ear. Goosebumps rose on the back of her neck and she shivered, despite the fact that she was sweltering with the rising need of whatever was happening to her, this unknown destination she was headed toward.

“Say it! By the Gods, say it, Tyra, or you will drive me to madness.”

She was certain the next growl that issued from his throat was loud enough to rattle the walls.

“I-I belong to you!” she finally cried.

In the next moment, a wave crashed over her and the most intense pleasure she’d ever known sent her flying straight up to the stars.

Chapter 12

Rem tensed as his cock jerked within Tyra’s tight depths and the first spurt of his seed erupted into her. There was a certain primal satisfaction in filling her with his seed, and he held her hips firmly in place while he spurted every last drop of his essence into her, marking her as his.

When he finally withdrew from her center, the sight of a small amount of his seed escaping her pink folds to trickle down her inner thighs made his cock harden to readiness in mere moments.

He considered plunging into her again, but he restrained himself from shoving into her depths just yet. Perhaps later, once she’d had time enough to recover.

Other than her rapid breathing, she remained still beneath him. Concerned, he gently turned her over and searched her face for any hint of pain. To his relief, she appeared utterly blissful and content.

He placed a hand upon her center. “Are you hurt at all?” he asked, feeling guilty that he’d been so rough with her. But Gods, he hadn’t been able to help himself. Once he’d pushed his cock into her tightness and felt her insides clenching around him, he had become blinded by his need to claim her in the rough manner his instincts had suddenly demanded.

Flushing, she shook her head, though she quickly averted her gaze, as if she didn’t wish to maintain eye contact. He grasped her chin and forced her to look at him.

“I’m not hurt,” she said, the dreamy look still upon her face. “I thought there might be pain, you know,during, but there wasn’t.”

“Stay here, my sweet mate. I’ll be right back.” Even if she claimed she wasn’t in pain now, he worried she might experience some soreness later.

As her mate, it was his responsibility to look out for her welfare, and he hurried to the bathroom and began filling the tub, adding a medicinal powder to the water that would soothe any aches in her body. Next, he prepared a cool compress for between her thighs, also adding the medicinal powder to it.

He returned to Tyra to find she’d pulled the covers atop her and was curled up on her side, as if sleeping, but when he paused above her, he didn’t hear the sounds of steady breathing. Satisfied that she was awake, he sat next to her and pulled the covers away.

“Come, Tyra, I need you to turn over and part your thighs for me.”

She tensed and looked over her shoulder at him. “What?”

He showed her the cloth and though she didn’t appear happy about it, she soon obliged him and came to rest upon her back. She spread her legs and he applied the cool compress to her swollen parts.

“Does that feel better?” he asked, keeping his tone gentle.

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