Beast Planet 1: Captive Surrender (5 page)

“You hurt when I touch?”

I blinked trying to comprehend his question.

“Oh
,
no, y… you didn’t hurt me.” I grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand back between my thighs again, arching up to meet his touch. I
felt
his gaze on my face
while
he carefully searched again for the nub.

Another groan rose in my throat,
when
he found it and another hard jolt of pleasure shot through me.

“Oh, yes, Morrdrook, there!” I gasped, catching one of his fingers and guiding it in the motion driving me toward mindlessness.

Releasing a harsh breath, he shifted to burrow his face against my throat, upper chest and breasts, stroking the smooth skin of his cheeks against me as if he wanted to coat his skin with my scent. I was hardly aware of anything beyond his fingers until his lips closed over one engorged nipple. The
stroke of his tongue across the
sensitive tip dragged a shaky cry from me and
almost
sent me over the edge. I hadn’t realised how close I was to coming.

I fought it, reaching down, running my fingers through the surprisingly silky strands of his black hair. Urging him to continue, with the need to come, I gasped
when
he slid a finger into my slick entrance.

“Hot, wet… this is good, help us fit, yes?”

“Huh?” The fog
in
my brain cleared enough to register his words. “Yes, I… I need to be relaxed, wetter.” I licked my dry lips. “Y… you need to make me um, come.”

His smile was seductively heart-stopping. Disappointment and confusion flickered through me when he stopped abruptly and shifted down my body. He gripped my hips and pushed them wide, holding them down.

His hot breath fanned over my exposed pussy, before his wet tongue swiped over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

I would have jack knifed up, if he hadn’t been pinning my hips to the mat.

“Oh. My.
God!”

I met his piercing gaze and realised he was studying my reactions. He pulled back licking his lips, before lowering his head and lapping at my clit like a cat with a saucer of cream.

I threw back my head, struggling to pull air into my lungs at the heightened stimuli.

His tongue trailed down before breaching my pussy, pushing deep. Thrusting in and out
,
mimicking the fucking I knew I now wanted with a desperate, aching need. Every reasonable thought tuck-tailed, stuck its thumb out, hitchhiking down the road.

“You taste of dreams, my
Aunna
,
make you come this way, yes?”
Morrdrook’s
voice, vibrated against my core.

“Oh, yes, Morrdrook, yes.”

He licked, sucked and tongue-fucked my pussy with ravenous zeal. I felt wound tighter than a compressed spring. My body seized for a split second before shattering
;
raw pleasure raced though me.

“Yes, your wetness flows.”

I managed to crack open my heavy lids to peer up at him as
he shifted above me. I
pondered the irony of life. An alien gave me a mind-blowing orgasm, where my two previous, human boyfriends always left me unfulfilled and empty.

He rose over me
, his hips pressing my lower body down. I felt the probing
his probing
cock head
and
dug my fingers into his arms, lifting my hips to meet him
,
feeling
him lock with my body. A burn, teetering on pain, made me groan as the
skin started to stretch, eased by my slick passage.

My breath caught in my throat at the quiver of renewed pleasure rocking through me
,
his cock
touching
my g-spot. I tensed with uncertainty,
at his
gentle
rocking, each thrust edging his cock a little deeper.

The friction of him pushing in and out mad
e
me groan. I felt the build up deeper inside my belly and tried meeting his thrust, but it wasn’t quite enough.
I drew
maddeningly close to a second climax, if only he’d thrust faster, deeper.

He stiffened all over, sucked in his breath and held it for a fraction of a second. Uttering a strangled groan, he shuddered and quaked, pumping his hips in jerky movements while his body yielded up his seed, its warmth bathing my womb.

My inner walls clenched hopefully around his cock,
and
I
wavered
on the brink
,
and then slid down the slope
when
he went still, supporting himself above me, his arms shaking.

Feeling perilously close to tears, I gave myself a mental kick. I didn’t want to enjoy it, but that was me, always a peacekeeper,
trying to make the best from a bad situation.

“You can get off me now.”

Although he wasn’t crushing me, his weight felt good, too good. I desperately needed to put some physical and emotional distance between us. Morrdrook, instead of pulling out, heaved a heavy breath and eased deeper inside of me.

“Get off,” I growled through gritted teeth. Why wasn’t he rolling over and starting to snore like every other man in my life
did
.

Because he’s an alien gladiator, you twit. Probably has more stamina than a race horse overdosed on caffeine.

He lifted his head, studied me for a long moment and said, “No.”

“I know the
Druel
are forcing us to do this, but you don’t have to stay on top of me.”

I planted my hands on his shoulders and shoved.

I might as well have been pushing against an elephant
; i
t didn’t budge him one inch. He grabbed my wrists, pinning them to the platform on either side of my head.

“I like where I am.
Soft
Aunna
, feel good.”
He hunched his shoulders, seeking my lips. I turned my face away. He covered my ear instead, exploring the cavity with his tongue. Goosebumps erupted all over me as
renewed
heat rushed
through
me. The muscles along my passage clenched around his flaccid member in reaction, thrusting it outward.

He lifted his head to look at me, the surprise and confusion on his face evident, but the effect on his cock was almost instantaneous. It swelled, resisting my involuntary efforts to evict it.

My breath caught
when
he curled his hips, pushing slowly until the head of his cock bumped my womb. I winced at the painful contraction. He eased off again, watching my face intently
while moving
inside
me.

Anger and disappointment evaporated
,
my body
stirring
to life, unfurl
ing
and tens
ing
with his stroking caress until I felt again the distinct, heady rise of passion.

Closing my eyes, I tilted my hips to counter his thrusts, pleasure moving over me, through me, winding me more and more tightly. He released his grip on my wrists, shifting his weight to one arm, his
free hand stroking over my sensitive skin. Cupping the nearest breast, he plucked at the taut tip with his fingers. Little noises of pleasure filled the air.

Lifting my now freed hands, I dragged my palms down his chest and then around him, stroking his waist and digging my fingers into the top of his ass.

God
,
it felt good! It felt
soooo
good!

I tightened my arms around him, pulling myself more snugly against him, tightened my legs to meet each jarring thrust
of him moving
faster. One moment I was clinging in desperation to the edge of release and the next my body began to spasm, white and black shadows
passing
behind my eyes,
and
every nerve ending
contracting
with unimaginable pleasure. A cry tumbled from my lips, wave after wave rushing through me.

I was next to unconscious by the time my climax ceased, barely aware of the quaking and shuddering of
Morrdrook’s
body when he came and sagged limply against me.

Too weak to cling
to him
any longer, my arms and legs slipped and
I
landed on the mat. I made no attempt to break the fall.
My heart was pounding so hard it was all I could do to continue
breathing
.

Finally, becoming aware Morrdrook hovered above
me,
I cracked an eyelid to look up at him. A chuckle escaped me at the look on his face. “You turned me into a puddle of mush,” I muttered in a slurred voice.

He rolled away from me and onto his back, breathing as gustily as I was.

“My
Aunna
not hurt?”

It took a moment for my brain to click back on, I did a mental inventory.

“No. I’m good, surprisingly good. Are you okay?” Why I should be worried about him. Logic escaped me. It was all his effort, well mostly.

I thought for a moment I was so enthralled with the aftermath of the glorious climax, I’d forgotten myself when
Morrdrook’s
hand settled heavily on my lower belly.

“Think we make bud?”

I swallowed, not wanting to think he had succeeded in impregnating me. It was what our captor wanted. I needed to be useful or perish.

“What will they do if we did?”

“Leave in peace.
Make promise to return to planet until young one old enough to fight in games.”

“Oh.” My throat tightened
,
the tears welled in my eyes.

“You leak again. No leak. I make vow to protect you. If not work first time, we try again. I am happy to have won you.
Knew you would be best female.”

After a fashion, I knew Morrdrook was trying to comfort me. For a big alien killing machine, he was rather sweet.

“Just hold me, please.”

His arms wrapped around me, pulling me against his warmth. “Rest my
Aunna
. You mine now, bud or not, I will never let you go. I will never let them take you from me. I won you, you are mine.”

Relaxed from the bliss of two orgasms, I couldn’t help feel safe cradled in his strong arms. I let my mind and body fall into a deep sleep.

Chapter Five

Crispy bacon, and fluffy scrambled eggs and buttery croissants.
My mouth watered and my stomach rumbled loudly. Oh, I hoped Sandy was cooking breakfast this morning; she worked as a chef at a busy Melbourne café. It was our flatmate deal—she cooked in exchange for my remedial massages. Rolling, I snuggled in closer to my electric blanket. A girl growing up in the cold, mountain country of Victoria, Australia, couldn’t do without one at night. Winter’s temperatures often plummeted below freezing. But since when did my blanket wrap a heavy arm around my middle, or fan hot breath over my neck and stroke my hair?

Blinking, I opened my eyes and started struggling in sudden alarm.

“Easy
Aunna
, you safe.
I have you.” 
Morrdrook’s
deep voice soothed me as his piercing blue gaze stared at me. I drew in a few deep breaths, trying to calm my
pounding heart. This was not my home,
or
my bed, and Sandy was… I buried my face against his chest, trying to banish the deep
,
painful ache in my chest. I breathed in his raw masculine scent, finding it oddly soothing.

His hand stroked over my back and his soft
touch made me melt
, easing the internal pain. Again my stomach protested loudly. I had no idea how long it was since I ate, but from the gnawing emptiness inside my stomach and my weak limbs, it must have been days.

Morrdrook shifted his warmth away, rolling to his feet. He gripped my upper arms, drawing me off the bed.

“Feed you, make you stronger. Still very little thing.”

I snorted
an
un-lady like protest. “Not where I come from, I’m too big.”

Height and bulk worked for my brothers. Women fawned and drooled over them, everywhere they went, but for a woman—tall and wide turned men off.

Morrdrook seemed to ponder my words. “I see other
hu
-
mon
females, smaller, not like you; you better.” He gave me a lopsided grin.
“Where I come from, you tiny.”