Bonus Content – Bound to the Beast

Warlord Iven, Grays Harbor, Washington, Three Months Later

The training mats still smelled like new polymer. The walls gleamed with polished panels and subtle pulse lights, each glowing softly with my mate’s favorite colors. It had taken weeks to retrofit the old warehouse with the appropriate shielding, security tech, and cloaking systems, but it was finally done.

My own training center. On Earth. Hidden in plain sight.

From the outside, it looked like a sleek little gym with a catchy name—Guardian Core: Youth Fitness & Self Defense. Inside? It was part Coalition combat school, part covert prep center for the heir to the House of Rojak. A place to teach self-discipline, protection, and honor. For the children, of course.

Also for my mate.

For my son.

For our future children not yet born.

She stood at the far end of the mat in black leggings and a fitted white tank top that made my beast purr with approval. Hair pulled up. Bare feet. A gleam in her eyes that said she wanted to spar.

Or be pinned.

Both suited me.

“You sure you want to do this, mate?” I asked, circling her.

She smirked, hands up. “You talk a big game, Warlord. I think it’s time I test those muscles for real.”

I grinned. My cock was already hard, the beast pacing behind my eyes. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

We circled. She made the first move—quick, light on her feet, reaching for my arm to try to twist me around.

Excellent. She was learning. Perhaps, she could defend herself against a human.

I allowed her to think she had me, then swept behind her and grabbed her hips.

Her breath caught as I pulled her flush against me, her ass fitting perfectly to the front of my body. My cock pressed into her softness, hard and ready.

“Mmm.” She leaned back into me, teasing. “That doesn’t feel like surrender.”

“It’s not.” I bent my head and pressed my lips to the curve of her neck. “That’s the promise of conquest.”

She shivered, but she didn’t pull away. “You always this cocky in training?”

“Only when my opponent makes me hard.”

Krystal laughed, low and sultry. “Careful. That kind of talk will get you pinned.”

“How about I pin you against the wall?” I turned her in my arms and crushed her lips with mine. I had special hooks installed in one of the side rooms. Padded wall. Nice perch for my mate’s perfect ass. A place to claim her properly, mating cuffs anchored above her head as my beast fucked her. Filled her. Made her scream with pleasure.

Her fingers fisted the fabric of my shirt, dragging me closer, and I deepened the kiss, tasting her, claiming her. Our tongues tangled, heat flaring hot and fast between us. I slid my hands to her lower back, then under her tank top, finding warm, bare skin.

I groaned. “You’re not wearing a bra.”

“Didn’t seem necessary,” she whispered against my lips, breathless.

“Necessary?” I lifted her, her legs wrapping around my waist like she’d been born for it. I walked her backward until her shoulders hit the nearest wall. “Woman, I’ve been hard since breakfast.”

“Guess we should fix that,” she murmured, kissing me again. “Is our new play room ready?”

Fuck, yes. I wanted to drown in her. Feast on her wet pussy. Fill her. Never fucking stop. I ran my lips and tongue and teeth along the side of her neck. The curve of her shoulder.

Gods, she tasted like forever.

I was ready to rip off her leggings and sink into her right here, in our new home away from home. We’d worked for this—fought for it. Krystal, Brody, Alexander, and I were finally safe. Official. Whole.

Earth’s government had given Brody and I permanent status, thanks to a quiet agreement involving certain CIA officials who’d helped Lady Radu enter Earth illegally. Their mistake had almost cost Brody his life. The apology had been formal, the offer generous.

Land. Funds. Official identification so we could appear to be human. Best of all? Total silence and promise to leave us the fuck alone.

I’d informed their operative that any contact with my mate or my son would be seen as a threat. My beast didn’t like threats.

I’d transferred my full Atlan wealth to Earth systems with one data command. Brody’s wealth was being managed by trusted officials on Everis. Even without Brody’s inheritance, Krystal and I were now, as the humans said, loaded.

I kissed my mate. Couldn’t stop kissing her. She didn’t cared about riches. Her only concern had been Brody.

Now, our boy was thriving. In school. Safe. Training every afternoon in this very gym. He didn’t comprehend the full power of his bloodline yet—but he would. When he was ready.

Krystal moaned into my mouth, hips rocking against me. I was about to drag her to the back office when the door sensors chirped.

“Shit,” she muttered.

I didn’t let go. “Ignore it.”

“Iven…” she giggled.

I cursed. My cock was going to petrify into stone at this rate. What did the humans call this? Cock-blocking? I’d secretly been consuming the writings of human parents about raising children on Earth. The subject of being sexually frustrated came up often.

I was beginning to understand why so many humans wrote about it. My cock was definitely blocked.

The doors slid open. I heard sneakers squeaking, laughter, and the familiar voice of one of the kids from our after-school program. Connor. And Tyson. Almost every ‘student’ I’d had in my kindergarten class now attended.

“Hey! Is Coach Iven here?”

Krystal dropped her forehead against my shoulder with a sigh. “Saved by the bell. Again.”

“There will be no saving you, mate,” I growled. I set her down gently, but not without running my hands down her thighs one more time. “This isn’t over.”

“You promise?”

I kissed her again, slower this time, savoring her taste, the way she melted against me. “I swear by every god in the galaxy… tonight, I finish what we started.”

Her eyes sparkled. “Good. Because if you don’t, I might finish it myself.”

My beast rumbled, hot and hungry at the erotic image of her pleasuring herself.

The beast did not approve. He wanted to play. To claim. To fuck her until she didn’t have the energy to imagine such a thing for herself. He was quite proud of his stamina.

“Not a chance, female.”

Krystal laughed as she slipped away, straightening her tank top and grabbing her water bottle.

I turned toward the kids streaming in—some in gym clothes, some still in school uniforms. A few waved. Others ran straight to the punching bags or training drones.

Brody came in last, backpack swinging, Alexander padding at his side like a silent ghost. The Hokiax had become something of a local legend. For now, everyone believed he was something called a Maine Coon. For now, that would do.

My son grinned at me, then at Krystal.

“Hey, Dad. Mom. Ready to train?”

My heart clenched. Every time he called me dad, I felt the tug in my chest like a battle won.

I walked over and clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Let’s see what you’ve got, little Hunter.”

The room buzzed with laughter, movement, energy.

Home.

But later tonight, when the lights were off and the boy was asleep?

My mate and I had unfinished business.

And the beast wasn’t going to let her forget it.