Page 10 of Kenan's Mate
At last, he withdraws from my center entirely, but he remains close, the heat of his body waving onto mine, a boundless sensual caress that promises more.
He’s not done with me yet.
“Spread those legs wider, human. I intend to impale you and make you mine.”
The moment I part my thighs to his liking, he grips my hips and drives his cock deep into my pussy. I gasp as he pounds into me with abandon. Each thrust is a blazing stab of agony. It hurts so bad, if he does this to me every day, I don’t know how I’ll cope.
“I own you and this hole of yours, Laylah. I’ll claim you whenever I want, and you’ll bend over and take it like a good little mate.” Though his tone is firm, underneath the steel there’s a hint of tender regard that clashes with his bold declaration.
Mate?My mind reels at this particular word. Does this act solidify something more in our roles than abductor and captive? Does it have something to do with his urgency to claim me?
He continues thrusting in and out, and at some point the blinding pain fades to a dull ache, and slowly, very slowly, the heat of my shameful arousal returns until it’s burning with a vengeance. I’d rather each thrust hurt like hell than experience any bit of pleasure from his touch.
The bed bounces with his rough movements as he pounds into me. Deep growls and moans emanate from his throat, noises that don’t sound even remotely human, making it impossible to pretend I’m back on Earth, losing my virginity on a college campus.
As he fucks me, I’m ever aware I’m on Tallia and a huge, fierce alien named Kenan is claiming me despite my protests.
Each time he enters me, his heavy balls impact upon my clit, causing everything below my waist to ache desperately and pulse harder with need. I’m close to coming apart, soaring high and shattering amidst the stars, but trying damn hard not to surrender to that first wave of pleasure.
I’m vaguely aware of the twin moons of Tallia rising outside the window, glowing bright orange against the backdrop of a brilliant starry night. The sound of the forest reaches me and keeps me grounded in reality. Insects buzz, screech, and sing in a chorus that doesn’t sound as chaotic as it should. The breeze picks up and cools my skin.
Breathless and sweating, I welcome the refreshing night air, for it briefly distracts me from the present circumstances I’m hopeless to escape.
The pace of his thrusts increase, and he releases one of my hips to grab my hair. He gives a harsh yank, and I gasp. My scalp still aches from his rough handling earlier.
“I can feel your muscles clenching around my cock and your little clit swelling larger and larger every time my balls hit it.” There’s a smirk in his voice, as well as a note of warning. “Stop holding back and come, Laylah. You have thirty fucking seconds to come or I’ll pull out of your pussy and fuck your ass instead.”
He hasn’t issued an idle threat yet, so I close my eyes and allow the pleasure to sweep me under. Sharp pulsing waves crash over me and I come longer and harder than I thought humanly possible. The whole while, he keeps fucking me in a rough manner, claiming my innocence because he’s big and strong and I can’t fight him off, and for whatever reason he has decided I’m to be his mate. I shudder as the last remnant of shameful ecstasy pulsates through me, making my toes curl and leaving me panting for air.
“Good girl.” He releases my hair and caresses my head for a moment, even pausing within my pussy as he comforts me.
It’s fucking perverse, but a sense of pride reverberates in my chest because he’s pleased I came on command. Endorphins rush my scalp, prickling and dancing along each strand of hair as he strokes my disheveled locks. I melt into his touch, a captive to the euphoric sensations I’m helpless to stop.
But he resumes pounding into me seconds later, breaking the spell and leaving me wishing I could build an impenetrable wall around my heart.
His cock stiffens and he groans louder than before. Then his hot seed spurts into me, filling me up. He hovers over me, breathing hard, until he finally withdraws from my pussy. I wince at the soreness, yet part of me savors the ache.
I can’t fathom why.
“Stay right here.”
I couldn’t have moved if I wanted to. When I hear running water, I realize he must be in the bathroom. He returns with a warm, wet cloth and dabs it tenderly between my legs. I want him to hold me again, but only because I needsomeoneto hold me and he’s the only person around.
Tears prick at my eyes and I blink rapidly. He’s probably going to throw me into the cage and go to sleep now. My stomach suddenly growls and I wonder if I’ll have to beg for my food, beg for a blanket at night, and beg for every little comfort and kindness for the rest of my days.
An even darker thought strikes me. Will there come a point when I must beg for my life? He carried me off theStargazer, but perhaps he only plans to keep me until he grows tired of me. Sure, he’d called me his mate, but I don’t know what being mated in his culture entails. What if the males of his kind discard one mate for a new one whenever they damn well please? What would happen to me then? I shudder, picturing all the horrific ways he could get rid of me, then blink hard and give my head a quick shake to dispel the sudden onslaught of violence images.
He leaves me and opens the top drawer of a nearby dresser. Pulling a thin black, oversized robe out, he tosses it next to my head. The warm cloth is still between my legs, and numbness begins to spread over my previously sore flesh. He must have applied an ointment or medicine of some kind to the cloth.
My thoughts race. How can he grab me, slap my face, whip my breasts, and force himself on me, only to tend to me so gently in the aftermath of his brutality?
It then occurs to me my lungs don’t sting with each breath and my throat doesn’t burn from the smoke anymore. Other than fatigue, I felt remarkably well when I awoke in the cage. He must have also tended to me after taking me from theStargazer, after I passed out the last time. I’m no expert, but, even so, the amount of smoke I inhaled should’ve killed me.
He helps me sit on the bed, with the cloth still tucked between my legs, and then he wraps an arm around me, just as I’d secretly hoped he would. He urges my head against his chest, and I don’t resist his offered comfort. He strokes my hair, rekindling the euphoric sensations that had rushed my head earlier, and says, “Now you belong to me, Laylah. By the laws of my people, you are forever mine.”
I’m quiet.
What can I say to his pronouncement? I certainly can’t argue. Not only am I too frightened to refute his claim, but I’m weak in the aftermath of losing my virginity in the most brutal way imaginable.
