Claiming His Human (Rogues) Page 11

  She didn’t respond, just breathed harder. Her cheeks were pink, her pupils dilated, and her lust slammed into him fast and hard. She was a true submissive in every way, but he also knew that the submission she so freely gave him was only for him, and wasn’t given lightly. She was strong when the time called for it, like when they were planning strategy with the resistance.

  She was his, and he’d do everything in his power to make it stay that way until he drew his last breath.

  27

  Greta loved this male, and although she’d never loved anyone in this way, she knew that she’d never be able to love another male like this again. Tolcan had shown her the world wasn’t all bad, that there was still hope, and that with an open mind and strength things could work out in the end.

  “My love,” Tolcan said softly, and smoothed his hands over her legs as he stared at her. She was on the bed naked, her legs spread, and Tolcan stared at her like he was barely hanging on to his control. All she could think about was pushing him further, making him frantic with his need like she was right now. He gripped the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head.

  The lights in the cave were barely bright, but they were using solar energy being harvested miles above them. It was primitive compared to what the Rogues had on the outside, but the fact that they had any kind of artificial light, and did not have to solely rely on fires, was a miracle, especially being this deep in the mountains.

  Every hard ridge, dip, and bulge of his muscles were shown in startling clarity, and the bands of his tattoos creeping up his forearms and biceps had her inner muscles clenching. He was just so very big. Tall and hard in all the right places, he was the epitome of masculinity, and he was hers. Submitting to him was easy and pleasurable in every possible way.

  “Turn around and get on your hands and knees.” He stood, and right before her eyes she watched as he went for his belt. When that was removed he undid his button and pulled down the zipper of his pants. The sight of even more hard flesh being revealed transfixed Greta. His cock, so hard, long, thick, was going to stretch her so good, so painfully, she’d come from that first penetration alone. She knew this with every fiber of her being.

  She was so wet, almost embarrassingly so, and the feel of her arousal sliding down the crack of her ass had her shifting. But a low growl from Tolcan had her stilling.

  He stood before her just as naked as she was, his thick, hard and long cock standing out from his hairless groin. She didn’t know why Rogues had no body hair, but seeing every part of Tolcan on full display was certainly an aphrodisiac. To be able to see all of his hard, unobstructed masculinity turned her on to the point she thought she’d pass out from the intensity of it.

  “Get on your hands and knees, female.” He said the last word on a growl, and she did as he asked, anticipating it.

  Looking over her shoulder she held her breath as he stalked forward, and really there was no other way to explain what he was doing. When he was on the bed and positioned behind her, the chilled sensation that came from him had goosebumps popping out along her body. It was a heady and intoxicating feeling, but not as much as when he brought his open palm down on her ass with enough force that the sting had a cry leaving her.

  But soon blood rushed to the surface of the erotically abused area, and her pussy became wetter. He continued to spank her over and over again, heating her flesh from the inside out, causing her ass to jiggle with each slap, and grunting out the most deliciously filthy words she had ever heard.

  “This will be filled with my cock when you’re ready, Greta.” He teased her anus, pressed his finger gently inside, and then pulled it back out. He did this over and over again, having her lift her ass for more, but not ready to take his large cock back there yet. She was afraid, she could admit that, but Tolcan was patient with her, especially when it was something sexual that she wasn’t comfortable trying.

  He rubbed the spot he had been spanking, soothing the pain and mixing it with pleasure. When he pressed his hips forward so she felt the hard length of him settle between her legs she forced herself to keep her eyes open. His cock felt so hot, and she wanted to feel that heat deep inside of her body.

  “I’m going to fuck my mate until there is no doubt she belongs to me.” He brushed the strands of her hair off her neck, and exposed the side of her throat … where his brand was. She’d been slightly terrified when he’d first bitten her, marked her with the canines that had descended during sex. But then this warm pleasure consumed her. She knew this male was the one she wanted to stay with, and knowing she had a mark of claiming, made her feel this intense kind of bonding toward him.

  “I love seeing my mark on you, love seeing the brand I gave my mate.”

  Her heart beat hard and fast. He moved his hand between their bodies, and his knuckles brushed along her sensitive, soaked flesh. He positioned the thick, bulbous head of his erection at the entrance of her body, but didn’t thrust in right away. Instead he held very still, and the only sound Greta could hear was her pulse in her ears and the way he breathed harshly.

  “Ask me for it, beg your mate to claim you.”

  Greta looked over her shoulder again, saw his light, almost white blue eyes watching her, and heard the rumble as he spoke.

  “You know I want you. I’ll always want you.”

  With his cockhead nudging at the entrance of her pussy, and his hands on her hips, his claws digging into her flesh, ones she always felt when he took her, she knew this male would always be like this. He’d always inflame her. With one low rumble leaving his throat he pushed his length into her. It wasn’t slow, wasn’t meant to ease his way into her body. It was his ownership coming through, and letting her know nonverbally he was taking what he wanted.

  The pain of being stretched by his size was always there, every time they had sex, and she loved it. Her eyes watered, but that discomfort morphed into pleasure with each passing second. The clench of her inner muscles around his dick had a gasp leaving her. Tolcan didn’t thrust, but instead held very still. His balls were pressed right up against her slick flesh, and the sounds that left him were feral. They created this delicious vibration to every one of her erogenous zones.

  “Fuck, Greta.” He slid his hand up the center of her back, gripped the nape of her neck, and tightened his hold ever so slightly “I’m going to fuck you so damn hard.” And with that he started pulling out of her, and then pushed back in. He did this continuously at an agonizingly slow pace, one that had her curling her hands into the sheets beneath her and biting her lip until the taste of her blood filled her mouth. Tolcan started pushing into her harder and pulling out of her faster. Soon beads of sweat covered her flesh.

  “Oh, God,” she cried out.

  “That’s it,” he said to himself. The faster and harder he pumped into her, the higher her orgasm climbed. And when Tolcan moved the hand that wasn’t holding her neck to rub her clit back and forth, she couldn’t hold off the inevitable. She came explosively, and bit her lip even harder. It hurt, but Greta didn’t care because stars flashed in front of her eyes, her head grew hazy, and the ecstasy filled her.

  Before her pleasure even waned Tolcan pulled out of her, causing a startled whine at being empty suddenly, to spill from her mouth. He had her flipped around a second later, then had both of her wrists in one of his huge hands, held them above her head, and said in a very deep voice, “Keep them there.” He grabbed the sheet beside her, and in one powerful move tore it until he had a strip long enough he could use it to restrain her hands to the piece of rock that protruded from the mountain wall.

  Once she was bound with her breasts thrust out, and the pull of her muscles promising wicked pleasure, Tolcan positioned his cock back at her entrance, but this time he didn’t shove right into her, but instead slowly penetrated her inch by thick inch. When the root of his cock bumped her clit sparks of electricity slammed into her. He didn’t give her body time to become accustomed to his size again, just started fu
cking her in the way he’d promised.

  The expression on his face was fierce and filled with pleasure. Beads of sweat lined his forehead, trailed down his temple, and landed on her chest. It was like water on a hot surface as it hit her skin.

  “I’m going to come, Tolcan. God, I’m going to come.”

  He grunted as she clenched her pussy around his erection. He slowed his thrusting, as if torturing her was his ultimate goal. Placing his hands on her inner thighs, close to her ass, he pushed her legs up and pressed them to her chest. Muscles that she didn’t even know she had protested from the act, but it had him going even deeper inside of her. Curling her nails into her palms until she felt pain spear up her arms, Greta had never needed to come more than she did right now. Even after she had already gotten off it felt like she hadn’t climaxed.

  “No,” Tolcan ground out. “You’ll come when I say you can, mate.” He slammed his cock inside of her so hard she was pushed up on the bed. Over and over he did this, hitting something deep inside so that it felt like fireworks were going to go off in her at any moment.

  And then he was bent over her, running his elongated canines that only emerged when he was angry or aroused, over her neck, down her collarbones, and stopped at her breasts. He bit at her flesh, caused a cry of pleasure/pain to leave her, and then licked the hurt away. He did this multiple times, and then dragged his tongue back up her throat and licked at the brand he’d given her all those months ago. Greta wanted to come, was almost there, but his languished thrusting had her on the precipice of exploding once more.

  Moving his teeth and tongue down, he took root at the base of her throat, right where her shoulder and neck met, and licked over and over again along the mark on her throat. And then he really started fucking her. “Now, Greta, now you can come all over my cock.”

  That was all it took for Greta to get off. She arched her head back, closed her eyes, and let out the noise she’d been holding inside. It didn’t matter that she was loud because Tolcan grunted out for more. He slammed into her and then rotated his hips against her clit, and a plethora of sensations moved though her.

  Greta leaned forward for a kiss. Tolcan had the same thing in mind because he met her halfway and captured her mouth with his. Their combined flavors mixed together as they pressed their tongues against each other, and then Tolcan was thrusting into her three more times in quick, hard strokes. On the fourth thrust he buried himself all the way inside of her. The fact that she felt him swell even further, felt the way his monstrously hard body shook atop hers, and heard the deep rhythmic sound of pleasure he made, was almost enough to send Greta into another orgasm.

  Seconds later he started breathing easier, and his body grew less taut above her. When his weight almost became too much for her, he rolled off. He quickly untied her hands, and even rubbed her wrists to get the blood flow to return. His hands moving across her skin were gentle and soft, and all she could do was stare at him in wonder. After several seconds he leaned down and kissed her head, and then climbed off the bed.

  The bathroom in their home was off to the side. A makeshift door created from the wood they’d gathered outside, and the cloth they’d scavenged for, made up the privacy for their bathroom. She didn’t care though, because this was a palace as far as she was concerned. Greta stared at the ceiling, and the rock above her, manmade but rough and rugged in appearance. She felt deliciously sore in all the right places.

  Closing her eyes and still trying to catch her breath had Greta feeling like she was almost in a trance. She didn’t even sense or hear Tolcan come back to her until the pallet dipped beside her and he pulled her over toward the hardness of his body. For several seconds they did nothing but lie there side-by-side, their breathing eventually picking up a relaxed rhythm.

  With the stillness and silence surrounding them, a lot of things were passing through Greta’s mind. She tilted her head back and looked up at him. It never went past her that this male was a trained killer, a high-ranking Enforcer for her enemies—his enemies now, too—and had probably taken more human lives than she cared to know. But in just a short amount of time she’d given herself to him completely.

  “Do you ever regret the things you’ve done in life?”

  He took her hand and placed it on his chest. His heart beat a steady and powerful rhythm, but was much slower than hers, or any human’s for that matter. Resting her head on his shoulder she stared at the wall across from her.

  “I do, to a point.”

  She stared at him, this conversation having her think about Jayce. Over the time that had passed since they’d been in hiding and joined the resistance Jayce had been focused on rescuing other humans, and recruiting rebel Rogues. Although there had been affection, emotions he had for her that she hadn’t shared for him, it was like something switched in him.

  He was so focused on the task at hand, on the work they were dong to better things, that there wasn’t much time for them to just…talk, not any time he cut out of his intense focus.

  She missed their time together, missed him and the closeness they shared, but she was glad he’d found something he was so passionate about. She was glad he found something that gave him purpose, and made him happy. And she could tell working with the resistance made him happy. She just hoped he found someone like she’d found Tolcan.

  “If I hadn’t been where I was when I was, I wouldn’t have found you.”

  “And you wouldn’t have taken me or my family either.”

  He soothed his finger over her cheek. “Yes, and for that I’m sorry, but we’ll get them back. I swear we will. We just need time, strategy, and to be able to think clearly when planning.” He continued to smooth his finger over her cheek. “There are always things people regret doing in their lives. But for me, I’ve learned from my mistakes, realized what my people are and what they’re doing to the humans, and what to change.” He cupped her cheek now. “I want to have a world where I can have you as my own without anyone interfering.”

  “That may never happen, Tolcan.”

  “I know, but I’ll always try, Greta. I’ll never stop until it’s okay for us, and safe for you.”

  “Do you think we’ll ever be able to save the rest of my family, to overthrow the Royals that are keeping humans enslaved?” She already knew the answer, deep down, with her soul.

  “I think together, and with the help of your species and mine, we can make a difference. We might not be able to stop them in our lifetime, but we’ll make sure, we’ll make them realize we aren’t stopping, and won’t go away.” He stared deep into her eyes. “You make me want to be the good guy, Greta.”

  “You are the good guy,” she said softly.

  He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. “I’ll protect you, watch over you, and make sure this world starts to be better for you, for everyone.”

  And that’s what they were fighting for now, and she knew they always would. This war wasn’t over, far from it, but she would stand beside the Rogues and humans that wanted a better life, a different life.

  Epilogue

  Three months later

  Greta was scared, not just for her life and the world they now lived in but because of what she just found out.

  She was pregnant.

  She sat on the edge of the pallet and closed her eyes, really thinking about if this were possible. She started counting the days, realizing that there was no other explanation for what was going on right now.

  She had to be pregnant. It had been far too long since she’d had her period.

  It had been weeks, at least a month since she had a cycle; but with trying to stay alive, worrying constantly, she hadn’t noticed. She hadn’t even thought it was possible.

  She shifted on the bed, her breasts swaying slightly. They were sore, extremely tender. Placing her hand on the mounds, she closed her eyes and shook her head as fear claimed her. She wasn’t afraid of the prospect of having a child, but of the fact that she’d be a parent in this d
ay and age, this world so terrifying that she feared for how her unborn baby would grow up.

  She placed a hand on her belly instinctually, her stomach flat, but the prospect of it growing, of her child—Tolcan’s baby—getting big and strong, did have a smile forming on her lips.

  A baby.

  She was going to be a mother.

  And then she heard the man she loved, his heavy footfalls seeming overly loud this time. Everything in her tightened and she stood, staring at the door. A moment later the man she cared about more than anything else walked into their room, his face stern and hard, the enforcer in him always present. But when his eyes landed on her, his gaze softened, a small smile forming on his lips.

  He only showed this part of himself to her, only let Greta see that underneath all of that hardness and steel, he was a gentle giant. But only for Greta.

  Anyone else saw his wrath, his apathetic nature, has brutal fighting skills. He was a warrior, strong and determined, but he also loved justice as fiercely. And he loved her more than anything else. She knew that. She embraced that, and it gave her strength to know that things had to be okay. She just had to tell him what was going on, because they were a team, in this together, and she needed that support system right now.

  She could see the moment Tolcan saw something was wrong just by her expression. He could probably sense it, smell my anxiety and worry. He physically reacted. His body tightened, seeming to grow bigger. She saw the way his muscles constricted under his skin, his face growing even harder.

  He was in front of her a second later, his hands on her face, cupping her cheeks. “What’s wrong?” He searched her face with his eyes. “Did somebody hurt you? What’s wrong?” he asked again and she felt the need for him to make everything okay resonate within her.