Page 66 of Monstrous Rampage
Which told me more than anything else exactly how dangerous this situation must be.
As cautiously as the medic had approached, I shifted my focus to Syko on the grid. At first, all I really sensed was his brilliant purple-blue power spilling over into everything. Intense, dark, but not scary. I mentally waded through those waves, searching for him. His essence. The core of his being. The part of him he’d shared with me in the cell. Though even in that brief interaction, he’d kept most of his thoughts contained. Protecting himself from me, so I’d assumed.
His power thickened, an inky swirling vortex dragging me under. Rage like nothing I’d ever experienced before. Violence gnawed and whispered in every corner of his mind. Hatred. Retribution. Imploding the ship only whet his appetite for more destruction. His fingers and teeth tightened on me, as if I wasthe only anchor available. The only sane thought in his inner world.
:You saved me,:he whispered.:You save me still.:
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She dipped a metaphorical toe into the supermassive black hole inside me, and I braced for her to flinch away in horror. Run to Rekt for protection. Despite my threat, I’d find a way to let her go without killing him. Somehow. Even if I had to will myself back into the ship’s hold a second before it imploded.
Why the fuck would she risk life and limb to be with me, when there were ten other safer, saner dyni begging for a chance to touch her?
But just as she’d done before in the cell, she paused, gazing into the horrifying darkness I carried, and then she flung herself without hesitation straight into the maelstrom.:You saved me too. You saved us all.:
I couldn’t bear it. The sweet agony of not being inside her. Of not feeling her become a part of me. If I were a better mate, I’d let her go to the medic for treatment. Comfort. Tenderness. Rather than rip her apart.
:You’re my first choice, remember?:She reminded me with a laugh.:Though I’d rather not be ripped apart.:
I released my bite, relieved I hadn’t broken her skin. Though I couldn’t resist licking the indentations. Even without blood,her skin tasted divine. Though she smelled even better. Despite her fears, all I smelled was perfection. Musky perfume and delicate, soft skin I would never tire of tasting.:No promises.:
When I pulled my fingers out of her tight little pussy, she whimpered. A delicious, fragile sound that brought my monster to the forefront. Gritting my teeth, I fought for control, breathing hard until he subsided enough for me to risk lifting her higher so I could get my cock inside her.
All the cum I’d been leaking everywhere at least made it easier to get the head inside her.
Then, as before, I let gravity help. She panted and squirmed her way down my length, while I closed my eyes and breathed through both agony and bliss. I wanted to ravage her senseless. Fill all her holes. Cover her head to toe with my scent. My cum. Mark her flesh. Taste her blood. Imprint myself on every cell of her body.
I’d tried to choose a less threatening, dominant position, but it was all I could do not to seize her hips and slam up into her as deep as her body would allow. Then even deeper. Forcing my way through her slender body in ways no human anatomy should allow.
Then she climaxed. Easily. No tender seduction or star-reciting required. Her pussy convulsed even tighter, her soft cries pushing me toward supernova. Squeezing her pussy in one hand and her breast in another, I unloaded, knot and all. Filling her up while she thrashed and screamed with release.
Only then did I remember she was ovulating. We’d just escaped a breeding prison ship. The last thing she needed was a youngling planted in her belly. Now the knot plugged her up tight, waiting for my seed to do its job.
Panting, she draped over me, her limbs limp, her head rolled back against my chest. Every time she inhaled, she twitched, her breath catching on a little moan. I shifted her back morefully against me, trying to support her weight more without so much pressure inside her. Another guttural sound tore from her throat, and guilt tightened my chest.
My aggression was gone. Knotted inside my mate, I’d never felt more… steady. Sane. Pure satisfaction rippled through me, calming the rampaging rex like never before. While she evidently suffered.
I met Rekt’s gaze, not surprised his eyes glowed with lust, though a wry smile twisted his lips. “Can you give her something to prevent implantation?”
His forehead furrowed. “Of course, though I’m surprised you’d be open to that.”
I scowled at him. “The last thing we need now is to pass on my unstable genetics to our vulnerable mate and force her to carry a youngling.”
She stirred enough to let out a surprisingly formidable growl for one so diminutive. “I already took care of it. I asked the mrions to prevent any pregnancy until I wished for it to happen. And you’re not unstable or you wouldn’t be so worried about taking care of me.”
Kaos made that choked laugh again. “Perhaps she is appropriately named.”
“One thing for certain is I definitely earned mine.” I shifted her upright, jostling her until she opened her eyes with another growl. “Now, mate of mine, you’ll pick the rest of our squad.”
“Now?”
“Absolutely. Rekt, you’re in. Come join us.”
Evidently, the medic took my words literally. He strode closer, dropped to his knees in front of us, and pressed his mouth to hers. I smelled his scent as he came all over us both, adding his musk to mingle with mine.
“Sorry,” he panted, giving me a wary look over her shoulder to gauge my reaction. “I can’t seem to touch her without coming on her.”
