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His words requiring obedience were said with a commanding yet comforting tone, as if his human side was fighting with the creature he was becoming. I listened, trying to understand his position as well as my own.

I was his possession, no matter who he was forced to share me with.

I was only slightly aware the spanking had stopped until hands replaced the cane, caressing away the pain. When his thumbs split apart my ass cheeks, I knew exactly what to expect. Wet fingers found my asshole, sliding in and out in a gingered manner.

Panting, I wiggled in my bindings, loathing the fact I was so wet, juice no doubt slickening the carved wood. He had a way with his domination, his control a near perfect combination of agony and ecstasy.

And this was no exception.

Erik growled several times before sliding his stiff cock into my asshole, pushing in inch by inch until he was fully seated inside. He gripped my hips, pumping in a sublime rhythm.

Breathe. Keep breathing. I tried, even as my muscles and tissues screamed from the thick invasion. Moaning, I writhed, twisting back and forth, shifting into such delicious bliss. I whispered his name over and over again as ecstasy seared every nerve ending.

All I could concentrate on was the sound of his skin slapping against my reddened bottom as he took me.

Fucked me.

Mated with me.

Oh. My. God.

The words were difficult to comprehend. The force pushed air from my lungs as he thrust in long and deep strokes, groaning with every savage plunge. His grip tightened, his long fingers digging into my naked skin. He was splitting me in two, my ass muscles struggling to accept him, tingling from the harsh reality, but there was no denying the heat of my body or the wild thumping of my heart.

Maybe this was exactly where I was supposed to be.

My destiny.

CHAPTER 8

Erik

I stood over her, studying her face in the dim lighting. Finally, she was sleeping. While I hated to lock her in, I was well aware it was for her own good. She’d already attempted escape once, finding out the hard way that she was ill equipped to handle the changing elements. She’d begged me several times to allow her to go home.

Home.

Hearing her speak of the concept was interesting. I could barely remember Earth, my memories clouded with everything in my new life. I was certain the drugs had eradicated certain portions of my memory—just as Kevin had hoped. I couldn’t miss what I didn’t remember.

Still, the meaning held no real understanding in my mind, no sense of peace or joy. The complex city was secure, underground storage bins filled with food and drink, but there was nothing special for me in the barren place.

Or maybe my heart was simply barren. I was a man without identification.

Spanking her had been cathartic, freeing in more ways than I cared to admit. Fucking her had ignited passions I’d long since thought dead. I had little memory of sharing passion in my former life, but there had been a nagging in my heart. Cassia was like fine wine, soothing to my very soul, but there was a darkness still residing deep within. Tonight, I’d be forced to share her in every way, but only I could love her like I knew in my heart she truly needed.

What the fuck did I know about love? I bit back a dark chuckle as I studied her as she slept. She’d fallen into a lion’s den in so many ways. Keeping her safe would prove to be one of the most difficult things I’d ever done. Why?

Because I was a killer.

Bred to be a killer.

At least I’d had one wonderful chance to be with her alone. I wondered what other mates Steen would choose and just how much she would fight the decision. I couldn’t help but admire her tenacity. She was so different than the Galerian women, what few there were.

Crouching down next to her, I dared slide a strand of hair from her face, marveling in the softness of her skin. My balls tightened just seeing the hard points of her nipples pressing against the thin shirt she was wearing. She had no trust in anything or anyone. My hand lingered, my mouth bone dry. Every muscle began to shake, my limbs heavy.

She was my destiny.

Cassia sighed, seeming to sense her aroused condition even in her fitful sleep. She tugged at her shirt, moaning ever so softly.

God, the woman was beautiful. I knew nothing about her, other than the electricity coursing through both our veins was unusual. I dragged my finger down the side of her face, barely able to contain my yearning. I was more beast than man and my needs could not be denied for an extended period of time. I was worried, fearful of survivors within the scientific facility. Whatever Kevin had meant by Cassia being special, I had the distinct feeling that she was a catalyst for the project, which meant they would come for her.