Kat’s mouth opened and closed like a fish. She didn’t know how to respond to this. Yes, she had shot him with a stun gun. Twice. Yes, she’d had him and his crew locked up in a real dungeon. Illegally. And yes, she was holding one of his crew members hostage. And that all in one day. But that didn’t mean she was obliged to sleep with him. Not that she didn’t want to, she reluctantly admitted to herself, but this wasn’t right. She couldn’t risk him pulling her in deeper than she already was. Their relationship, or whatever what they had was called, was unhealthy. It was solely based on physical urges. Perhaps that was enough for Dykan, but not for Kat. Moreover, it could break her spirit and leave her with more than a broken heart. She had to fight this, fight him. Somehow.
“My thoughts exactly,” Dykan said when Kat kept quiet.
He took her hand in his and pulled her with him toward his quarters. Kat’s legs seemed to be disconnected from her brain, because they just started walking. Struggling would be futile anyway, she rationalized. He was so much stronger, with his massive broad chest and muscular arms. And she didn’t want him to hurl her over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes.
Once inside his quarters, he pushed her against the wall and leaned in to her, their mouths almost touching. With one claw, he gently scraped her jaw, making Kat’s entire body tingle.
“And here we are again,” Dykan murmured huskily.
Fight this, Kat ordered herself. Tell him he can take his devilish good looks, delicious manly scent and scorching hot body and stick it where the sun doesn’t shine. Come on, say it!
“We can’t do this,” she croaked instead, not sounding very convincing.
Dykan lowered his head and flicked his tongue over her neck.
“Why not?” he whispered. His hand went under her shirt and cupped her bra-covered breast, flinging his thumb over her nipple.
Kat moaned. “Because…you feel nothing for me.”
“You are mistaken, Kitten,” Dykan breathed, kissing her collarbone between every word. “I feel so much. Too much.” To emphasis his point, he placed her hand on his massive erection. “See?”
Kat should have jerked her hand away, but she didn’t. Didn’t want to. She started rubbing her hand over Dykan’s bulge. It made her core hot, tingly and wet.
“That’s not what I mean,” Kat murmured dreamily.
Dykan loosened her belt and opened her pants. She didn’t stop him. Immediately, one of his hands slid into her panties and between her legs.
“Isn’t it? Then why are you so wet? Wet for me?” His breath caressed her ear.
Kat’s body shivered. “You just want me to pay, to suffer. This is wrong.”
Dykan blew out a low breathy laugh. “To suffer? I’m the one who’s suffering when I’m not touching you. I need you, and I can feel you need me. This isn’t wrong. On the contrary, this is the most right thing I’ve done in a long time.”
While he stroked his fingers through her slick folds, his eyes locked on hers with a smoldering gaze. A moan escaped Kat’s lips when a finger circled her clit.
“Touch me, Kitten,” he whispered slowly. “I need you to touch me.”
Kat couldn’t hold back any longer, not when this strong beautiful man needed her to caress him. She flung her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. With a moan, she slammed her mouth on his for a long kiss that was so fierce it made her toes curl. Dykan pushed a finger inside her, moving it up and down while he intensified stroking her sensitive knob with his thumb. Kat rocked her hips back and forth, grinding her lower body against his hand.
She wiggled her hands between their bodies and opened his pants with shaky fingers, freeing his rock-hard cock. Kat rubbed her fingers over the tip, already slick with precum, making Dykan growl into her mouth.
Without breaking their kiss, Dykan slid a hand under her shirt once more and pulled the cups of her bra aside, uncovering her breasts. His claws scratched gently over her puckered hard nipples. The buildup in her core reached its peak, and a sob escaped her mouth when tremors of pleasure spread through her body. Her knees almost buckled and she held on to his shoulder.
“Dykan, yes,” Kat groaned against his lips, holding on to him with all her might, her body quivering in delight.
With wild lust shining in his eyes, Dykan pulled her pants and panties down in one move. Kat groaned with surprise when Dykan turned her around without warning, lifted her onto the chair in a kneeling position, and entered her from behind in one hard thrust. She gasped when he filled her completely, stretching her with his length and girth. Dykan placed his hands on her hips and began pumping inside her. With every thrust, Kat felt him go deeper, his ridged cock hitting every sensitive spot. His hand circled her waist and cupped her pussy, pleasuring the wet folds with his fingers.
“Kitten, you are so tight and hot around my cock. You are fucking perfection.” Dykan let out an animalistic growl. He lowered his head to her neck and dragged his extended canines over her soft skin, scratching the flesh with his sharp teeth, then licking the area with his tongue.
His ministrations sent jolts of pure rapture up and down Kat’s spine, and she coaxed Dykan to piston in her faster by pushing her ass against him savagely.
“Dykan, I’m…I’m…” Kat couldn’t get the words out of her mouth. It was just too much. She arched her back and flung an arm around Dykan’s neck, clinging to him while the orgasm surged through her body. It seemed to go on and on, only extended by Dykan’s own climax. He growled low as she felt spurts of his seed coating her inner walls.
“Kitten,” Dykan heaved against her neck, thrusting unrelentingly inside her until he was totally spent.
Chapter 13
Once more Dykan couldn’t sleep, even though his body craved recuperation. And not only from the two very powerful and painful stun gun blasts. The sex had exhausted him too. With her, once was never enough, but this time he had felt the need to claim her over and over again, until she had begged him for a timeout. She had fallen asleep within one minute.
When they had entered his quarters, she still had had a bit of that crybaby’s disgusting scent on her. She had told him she preferred that Cassidi because he was well mannered, but in the end, she had been screaming Dykan’s name in the heat of passion. Thinking of that Cassidi wimp touching her still made his blood boil. Dykan had wanted to cover that male’s smell with his and wipe the memory of that weakling from her mind completely.
Dykan’s nostrils flared. With a satisfied smirk, he concluded that he at least had succeeded in doing the first part. No Makaen male would doubt his claim on her. There was only one male’s scent on her now. His.
Kat was sleeping on her side, her naked back toward him. A sheet covered her voluptuous ass, he noticed with disappointment. She was softly snoring, clutching her pillow to her chest. Lying in his bed, completely relaxed, she looked so beautiful. He suddenly felt the uncontrollable urge to touch her again. Without waking her, he shifted to her side of the bed and slid his hand over her waist, letting it rest on her stomach. With his thumb, he stroked the soft skin under her breasts.
Dykan bent over and buried his face in her long red hair. He inhaled deeply. Her scent was intoxicating, and now, mixed with his, addictive. When they had fucked, it had taken all his willpower not to bite her, not to taste her blood, not to bond her to him. His primal instinct had compelled him to make her his, but he had been able to fight it. Only just. Nowadays, the Makaen had a bonding ceremony in which the male and the female drank from a chalice of wine that contained a few drops of their blood in front of the family of the bonding partners. Afterwards, in private, the male had to fill the female with his seed to complete the bonding. But Dykan preferred the old way of bonding, the primal way. That meant piercing the female’s soft flesh with his canines while fucking, tasting her sweet blood, then letting her drink his. A few drops was all it took. He had heard that the orgasm after the blood-sharing was overwhelming—for both partners. How would it be with his Kitten? he wondered. Climaxing with her was already mind-blowing. And he assumed that the same was true for her. At least, that was what he concluded from the way her body reacted every time she peaked.