Page 40 of Alien Devil's Wrath
“Fuck me.” My voice stayed steady despite building pleasure. “Make me come apart. Then bite me while I’m still shaking.”
His hips snapped forward, burying himself. We both cried out. The flanges found every sensitive place inside. The fullness exactly what I craved.
“You’re mine.” Each thrust harder, deeper, claiming. “Already mine.”
“Prove it.” I challenged, then cried out as he hit that spot inside. “Mark me. Claim me. Make everyone know I’m yours.”
His control shattered. Thrusts became desperate. His mouth found my breast, fangs scraping without breaking skin. The threat made me clench hard. Then my throat, fangs tracing my pulse. He trembled with effort not to bite immediately.
“Please.” The word came out desperate. “I need this. Need you. Need to be your equal. Your mate.”
I felt orgasm building as those incredible flanges worked inside me. But this had weight. Purpose. Permanence.
The door cracked slightly. Plasma cutter from the sound. Time running shorter.
“Now.” I guided his head to my shoulder. “While I’m coming. Let me feel it all.”
He positioned fangs where shoulder met neck. Sharp points pressed skin. This was it. Everything changing.
“Mine,” he snarled.
“Yours,” I agreed, then screamed as he thrust deep and bit simultaneously.
Orgasm consumed me—waves of pleasure from everywhere at once. I felt him pulsing inside me, filling me, marking me internally as fangs pierced skin.
Then the bite truly hit.
Not pain or pleasure but something beyond human experience. Fangs penetrated not just flesh but something deeper. His saliva flooded my system—transformation catalysts rewriting me at molecular level.
DNA unraveling and reweaving. New information writing into genetic code. Every cell updating, evolving. The bond snapped into place instantly, like a switch thrown in my soul. Suddenly I felt him—not just physically but his exhaustion from fighting. His desperation. His triumph. His love, possessive and absolute.
I tasted copper where I’d bitten him. Felt his ribs ache. Experienced his perspective—my heat, my wetness.
“Zarek!” I arched as transformation spread from the bite like fire.
He held me, fangs embedded, sealing our bond with each pulse into my bloodstream. Through our connection I felt his struggle—wanting gentleness but instinct demanding deeper claiming.
The door gave more. Guards forcing through.
Time slowed as Zarek pulled free and sealed the wound with his tongue—another wave of impossible sensation. The bite tingled, went numb, then shimmered as silver lines began forming.
“Yours,” I whispered, touching the changing mark.
“Mine.” He lifted me one-armed while grabbing a shock baton from Slade’s trophy wall.
My last clear sight was him carrying me behind Slade’s massive desk with infinite gentleness, tucking me into the back corner. His hand touched my face, thumb on cheekbone.
He whispered, almost too quiet for me to hear.
“Sleep. Transform. Become magnificent. I’ll keep you safe.”
He would. I knew it like knowing my own name. My Vinduthi would paint walls with blood before letting anyone touch me.
The thought should be terrifying. Instead, it was the most comforting thing I’d ever known.
Darkness took me, and I fell into the fire smiling.
ZAREK
