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A scared look passed over her face as her glance slid down his body. Pumping the massive member in his hand, he smiled when he realized that his size must scare her. He pinched the tip of his cock and pre-come trickled from it. “Soon, you’ll lick this off me before I fuck that luscious mouth of yours. Then you’ll swallow every last drop of me. You’ll take me, every inch of me.”

It took all his might not to slide into her and fuck her like an animal. The cords that held her bound to the bed also kept her from being able to move. While that sounded good in the beginning, it was pure torture to him now. Gripping his shaft, he rubbed it along her soaked cunt. She squirmed and grunted.

“What do you want?” He let a sly smile play across his face.

Trinity stared down at him. Her emerald green eyes seemed to stare through to his very soul.

“You,” she whispered.

As much as he longed to hear that, he knew he couldn’t trust her. He laughed. “You expect me to believe you want to be fucked by the man you were sent to kill?”

Trinity shook her head and began to speak. Waylon jabbed his fingers into her pussy, cutting her off before she could spew her lies. He fucked her hard and fast with two fingers and smiled as she cried out. Each tug of the cords that bound her served to remind him of his need to keep an emotional distance from her. Unable to stop himself, Waylon stroked his cock with his free hand as he thrust his fingers in and out of her.

Just slide it in. Fuck her. Take her. Claim her.

Fighting off his animalistic desires was extremely hard. He was a warrior. He could stand up to one beautiful female. Right?

“Please…please fuck me, Waylon. Oh, yes…please…fuck me.”

Waylon’s balls tightened and he jerked forward. Come shot out of his dick and all over Trinity’s stomach. He grasped his cock tight and pumped it feverishly, making more semen fly out at her. The sight of her soaked in his juice was too much. Her skin glistened with a sheen he had created, a sheen that he’d wanted desperately to be in her cervix, filtering through it on its way to planting the seed of their future.

The beast within him rose to the surface fast. In a flash, he was off the bed and into the shadows where he shifted into full cat form. He’d been so intent on intimidating Trinity when he’d first entered the room and now he hid out of her sight as he stood in black panther form.

Trinity jerked harder at her restraints and for a moment Waylon thought she might actually break them. She didn’t. He felt bad for leaving her drenched in his come, but going to her now would only make her terrified of him. And that was something he didn’t want his mate to be.

My mate?

Waylon stroked his cock at the sight of Trinity spread out on the bed before him. She looked so beautiful with her dark brown hair fanned out around her in long loose curls. He kissed her cheek gently, needing to be close to her again.

Throughout the course of the night, he’d kept her held with his limited magical powers in a state of sleep. Though it had been for his own protection, he had to admit that he liked being able to fully touch her and play with her. He’d first attempted to simply wipe his semen from her smooth stomach but found he couldn’t stop there. No. He felt compelled to clean every inch of her. He’d even gone so far as to rub her body with scented oils.

The need to tend to her was an odd feeling for Waylon. He wasn’t nurturing by nature. No warrior was. That was one of the reasons that many
figiutatio
warriors came equipped with some empath form of power. It aided in their ability to stay human.

Whatever that meant.

The
figiutatio
were anything but normal humans. Limited numbers of normal Earthlings had escaped the planet before the final explosion of the Cleansing Wars. Whoever had been left on the planet during the nuclear bombing had died instantly.

Once, his people had been many. Now, they were so few in number that he knew of only a handful that still existed. The others had either perished or had hidden themselves away so tightly that they would never be discovered again. It was possible more existed but to date, but Waylon hadn’t met any.

It saddened Waylon to think that Trinity had been sent to kill him. His death was one thing, taking another able male from the
figiutatio
line was another matter. Removing him meant that there was one less chance a child would be born to one of his kind. A child and wife were something sacred to his people, something that meant the survival of their race—their legacy.

Trinity moaned softly as he pulled the sheer fabric over her head. He’d sent for a nightgown for her. When he realized that he would be forced to untie her if he didn’t use his magic, he opted for leaving her bound. Waving his hands in the air, he caused the material of the nightgown to separate. It reformed around Trinity’s shapely body and Waylon’s gut clenched.

“You are so beautiful. So pure yet so tainted by darkness. How is it that I did not meet you sooner? I could have saved you from a life of selling your body for money and taking the lives of others.”

She didn’t respond to his voice. Not that he even expected her to. His magic, while low in the scope of his kind, was more than powerful on a human. Leaning down, he kissed her sweet lips. Moving to her closed eyelids, he planted tiny kisses on them as well. With considerable restraint, Waylon pulled away from her.

“If circumstances were different, beautiful one, you would be my choice for the mother of my children—my wife. And when I love, it’s with all my heart, all my soul.”

* * *

Trinity woke slowly. Pain shot through her arms and legs. Remembering she was bound to the bed, she sighed. How could she have forgotten something so important as being tied up? Sadly enough, she already knew the answer to that.

After Waylon had disappeared, she’d laid there on the verge of tears, wanting him to return, to make love to her, to finish what he’d started. When she realized he wasn’t coming back, her eyes drifted shut and she let her body rest. Conserving energy was important, especially if she was still going to try to escape.

Taking a deep breath in, she noticed the soft scent of roses. She looked down, expecting to see Waylon’s dried semen on her. Instead, she saw that she was not only clean but wearing a sheer white gown. The soft floral scent was coming from her. Someone had rubbed her down with it.

“What? Who…?” She glanced around the room, frantic for just one more glimpse of Waylon before she attempted her escape. Finding no sign of him, she pulled hard on her wrist, hoping to turn on her RL-com chip. Hoping he could, by some miracle, hear her, she stated loudly, “Damn it, Simon, get your ass down here. My charge thinks you sent me to kill him. You better not have or you can take this fucking job and shove it up your ass. It will be a cold day in hell before I hurt him. Sure, he’s a cocky jerk who keeps thinking I’m here to whack him, and yes, that’s from Abbi’s classes too but that doesn’t mean he needs to be hurt. He’s a good man, Simon.”

Glancing at the cords that held her pinned to the bed, Trinity rolled her eyes.

“Umm, okay, aside from the tying me up thing and accusing me of selling my body for a living, he’s a good man. I won’t hurt him. I don’t care if they give me to an
Exhilgier
beast for execution. That ought to tell you something. If I’m willing to go up against a three-headed, horned, buffalo-sized beast that secretes toxins that rot flesh instantly to make its victims easier to digest, then you should know I’m pissed. I won’t do it. You better hope for your sake that my mission is to protect him or you won’t have to worry about needing red handbags to cover yourself because you won’t have anything to cover! I refuse to hurt him and I want to come back. It’ll be bad enough to leave him now as it is. Staying longer will make it impossible. Damn you, is this stupid com link working? Simon, would you answer…”

A dark shadow moved over her and she stopped trying to communicate with Simon and started trying to free herself. Jerking hard on her arm, she felt her shoulder pop. Trinity screamed out as pain tore through her. The dark shadow grew thicker and hovered just above her body. She pulled on the cords again, this time the pain was so excruciating in her shoulder that she almost threw up. Closing her eyes, she bit back another scream as a tear rolled down her cheek.

“Be still.”

The sound of Waylon’s voice surprised her. Peeking out, she found him naked and next to her on the bed. Gritting her teeth through the pain, she wondered how much of her conversation with Simon he’d heard.

He reached out to touch her shoulder and she cringed.

The sad look that passed over his face made her stop. It was quickly replaced by one that scared the hell out her. “What do you think you’re doing? You’ve dislocated your shoulder. And for what purpose? You’re still tied to the bed, now you’re just tied and in pain. Are you happy with yourself?” He made a move to touch her again and she glared at him. Was he back to work her up and leave her craving his touch, needing to find release and longing to be near him again?

“I’m fine. Don’t touch me and don’t try to use the freaky eye thing on me again!”

He grunted. “You are hardly fine, woman.”

“Don’t put your hands on me again, you monster!”

Waylon jerked back and looked as though she’d struck him. As victorious as it was, it did little to make her feel better.

“If you do not want my help, then
fine
,” he bit the last word out.

Trinity locked gazes with him and thought about defying him once more. The pain that continued to stab at her made her rethink that stance. Sighing, she tried to relax. “I want your help.”

Waylon cocked his head to the side and smiled. “What?”

She rolled her eyes. “I want your help.”

I want you.

“But I’m a monster,” he whispered, watching her carefully. Guilt washed over her. “Think hard, Trinity. Do you really want a monster touching you?”

Gods, yes. Touch me everywhere.

She bit her lower lip and for a moment kept her eyes averted from his piercing gaze. “You’re not a monster.”

His brow furrowed as he seemed to be judging her, examining her for the truth. “What?”

“You’re not a monster, Waylon, and I want you…err…umm, I want your help.”

The corners of his mouth twitched as a tiny glint in his eyes appeared. He was laughing on the inside, she knew it. It didn’t matter though. She meant what originally came out of her mouth. She wanted him.

“That’s what I thought you said.” He touched her shoulder lightly. Waylon’s fingertips barely grazed her, yet she saw his hand there, knew she should feel pressure, even pain, something to indicate he was indeed touching her. There was nothing. Was he dulling it? Did he have the power to ease her pain?

One loud pop later and he removed his hands. She stared at her shoulder, expecting to still find it dislocated. It was completely healed. “How? Waylon, that’s amazing.”

Waylon shrugged as though this was a common everyday occurrence. “I’ve always been able to do it.” He reached up and touched the cord around her wrist. When he ran his fingers over skin, she winced slightly. The skin there was raw but she didn’t want him to see her pain anymore than he already had. “I caused this.”

She bit back a “well obviously” and averted her gaze. Of course he’d caused it. She hadn’t tied herself to the bed. Though she’d be more than willing to if it meant he would finally be inside her, fucking her the way she longed to be fucked.

Sighing, Waylon took hold of her wrist. He kissed it gently and heat poured through it. The cord gave way. Normally, she would have seized that moment to strike out and kill whoever was nearest. But hurting Waylon would be like opening her own vein—not an option one took willingly. He leaned over the top of her and his bare chest rubbed over her breasts. Instantly, her nipples hardened to tiny peaks, each desperate for his mouth, his finger, anything he was willing to offer them.

Waylon froze and she thought he might reconsider untying her. The very sight of his massive upper body spread across her was too much. Part of her wanted to stay there, be his captive as long as it meant she would finally be with him. The rest of her knew she’d never survive being separated from him if she allowed herself to become any more attached to him. Waylon had some sort of power over her.

Trinity ran her free hand down his side and drew in his manly scent. Moisture pooled between her legs and she bit back a moan. He released her other wrist and held it tight as heat flared through it.

“There,” he said, pulling back from her. He leaned down, toward her feet, and twisted just enough that his cock showed.

Seeing his sex before her face, so close that she could almost touch it, was too much. She wanted to taste him. Memorize his scent and know that she caused him pleasure. When he’d ejaculated on her stomach she’d wanted desperately to be able to run her fingers through it, taste it, savor it. But her restraints had kept her from living out that fantasy.

Trinity couldn’t help herself. She took hold of his cock and tried to bring it to her mouth, but her feet still being bound prevented her from reaching him. Waylon froze under the weight of her touch. She waited for him to yell, to revert back into his hostile exterior, but he didn’t. Instead, he grabbed her ankles and repeated his healing procedure on both.

Slowly, he slid the gown up her legs and she smiled as she turned into him. The length of his flaccid cock was impressive and Trinity wanted to take the chance to have all of him in her mouth while she still could. When fully erect, Waylon would be too big for her. Licking around the edges of his dark brown curls, Trinity jerked when he moved the gown over her hips and spread her legs wide. Thinking he was about to roll her over onto him, she yelped when he rolled onto her.

His cock hung right above her face. Waylon’s sac dipped toward her and his masculine scent made her eyelids flutter. Before she knew it, her tongue was on him, caressing his sac tenderly. His soft moan told her that he liked it. Trinity wanted him to more than like it. She wanted him to love it.

Sucking in slowly, she drew one of his balls into her mouth and wrapped her arms around his thighs. He tasted so good. Too good. No man had done this to her before. Their scents had turned her stomach, made her want to end it all then and there, but Waylon was different. The taste of his manly smelling sac made her ache for more. Could she really take more? What would happen when he was fully erect and in her mouth? Would he suffocate her? A bit panicked, she tried to slide out from under him.

Waylon laughed softly and kissed around her nether lips. “I won’t hurt you, Trinity. I promise.”

How had he known she was nervous? His cock began to grow. Not wanting to miss her chance at taking all of him, she twisted her head enough to take his shaft into her mouth. Waylon’s body tensed above her as she continued on. His girth made her have to work a bit harder to get her mouth to accommodate him. When she finally managed to get all of him in her mouth, she arched her neck and sucked on him. He tasted so good.

Reaching up, she massaged his balls gently, rolling each one around smoothly before pressing against the skin between his anus and sac. Instantly, his cock hardened, lengthening to the point it hit the back of her throat, making her gag reflex kick in.

Oh gods, I’ll choke to death.

A manly chuckle came from Waylon as he lifted his hips slightly, calming her fears. She took hold of the base of his cock, using it as added sensation for him as well as a nice stopping point to prevent him from ramming it all the way down her throat. Trinity was happy with her decision when Waylon began to suck on her clit and finger-fuck her. When she began to move her hips, he mirrored her, fucking her mouth slowly at first, then more aggressively as her pending orgasm built.

His warm tongue delved into her core and he pressed his face against her sex. The feel of Waylon’s mouth on her pussy was so intense that she cried out with his dick still in her mouth more than once. The feel of his hands separating her ass cheeks slowed her pace a bit but the pure pleasure of having him deep in her mouth, fucking her freely, outweighed any questions she had formed.