Predator

Chapter 50

Riddick kissed his mate deeply as they rematerialized in their room. He set her down in the center of their bed and lay beside her as he continued to plunder her mouth. He pulled back slightly and took in her flushed appearance. “Damn, you’re beautiful.” His deep voice rolled over her and he could smell her arousal thick in the room.

Her eyes snapped open and she looked at him curiously. “Will you still think so when I am fat with your daughter?” She asked with a small voice.

He smiled at her and lovingly ran his hand over the small bulge in her stomach. “I will love every inch of you, baby. You’re already beginning to show.” He bent his head down and kissed the slight swell that was his child. “My girl is here and I can’t wait to see her.”

“I am not used to…looking a different way.” She said with a hitch in her voice that drew his attention to her face. Tears welled in her eyes and a look of sadness crossed her features. “I will be fat. What if my other mates find me repulsive? They will not want anything to do with me.”

“Alex, that isn’t true.” He scooted up next to her and tilted up her chin to gaze into her eyes. “They love you. Tyr was going to have a baby with you like this. He and Rhade will not have a problem with a pregnant wife. Ian loves you no matter what. Don’t tell anyone but I think he is your biggest fan.” He grinned at her when she let out a small laugh. “You will be just as beautiful as you are now.”

“I guess I should count myself lucky that your people spawn their young in 4 months.” She grumbled. “If I had to feel and look this way for 9 months, I would scream the whole way through and go absolutely insane.”

“I know another way to get you to scream.” He grabbed the neckline of her thigh-length dress and tore it down the center. A small gasp escaped her lips from the forceful act and desire fired in her eyes. “Beautiful.” He whispered as his eyes ran over her naked flesh. His fingers skated over her sensitive nipples until they hardened into tight peaks.

“Richard…” Her eyes rolled up in her head and she moaned loudly when he engulfed one hard tip in his hot mouth. She clutched his head to her breast when she felt him suck the milk she produced for Tamerlane into his mouth. He was feeding from her body and it felt highly erotic to Alexandra.

He released her nipple with a pop and threw his head back in exultation. “Damn, you taste good.” His looked back down at her writhing body and his eyes focused on her smooth pussy. “But then all of you tastes good, doesn’t it?” He moved down her body and spread her legs further apart to see his glistening prize. “Hey baby?”

“Hmm.”

“How do you keep your pussy like that when I’ve never seen you shave?” He asked as he situated himself between her legs and gave her a long lick. “You’re always so smooth.”

“By the Gods, you can be a thick man sometimes.” She burst out laughing. “I know it pleases my mates to see me bald down there so I make it hairless.” She pointed at the side of her head and indicated her mind. “Just like I know it gives all of you pleasure for my pussy to be tight so I wish it to be. All of you are very well endowed so it takes a slight manipulation of my body to heighten your experience.”

He climbed up her body, dragging his tongue from her clit up as he went, and hovered over her face. “I was curious about that too.” She drew in a deep breath when he slid his length home within her dripping folds. “I do love the way you mold to my dick.” He drove into her with several hard thrusts and reveled in her cries of ecstasy. It took a couple of minutes of pounding into her body until his mind focused past his lust and he realized what he was doing. “Damn it!”

Alex slowly opened her eyes when his movement within her ceased and looked at him with concern. “What’s wrong, love?”

“I can’t do this.” He growled out through his clenched teeth as he tried to rein in his baser instincts. “I want to fuck you so bad but…I’m afraid.” She looked into his silver orbs as he struggled to fight his inner beast from breaking free. “I don’t want to hurt you or the baby.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know when I’m with you I cannot control my need to possess you.” His eyes flashed to hers and the intensity she saw there made her avert her gaze. “I am rough with your body when I take you and I don’t want to hurt my daughter.”

This time he flinched from her glare when her black eyes pierced his silver. “You have obviously forgotten who you are dealing with, my dear husband.” She hissed at him and her cosmic flame flickered in her eyes. “I do not require you to take it easy on me just because I am carrying your child. I am not weak!” She pushed him off of her with enough strength to launch him off the bed and on to the floor.

By the time he got to his feet, she was already on hers and heading for the door. “Baby, wait a minute!” Her stride did not slow until he yelled. “Alexandra, stop right fucking there!” She halted in her tracks and he moved to stand before her. “What is this about?”

“I will not be treated like a human just because I am pregnant!” Her anger was a tangible presence in the room as he watched the tension coil in her muscles. “You don’t have to rein yourself in just to make love to me! I enjoy your rough treatment of me and I like it when you fuck me!”

“I’m sorry, Alex.” He reached out for her and she pulled away from his touch. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t want your comfort. I wanted you to make love to me!” She backed away as he tried to make a grab for her again. “You are not going to use your dominion over me to make me calm down either. I feel like staying pissed so don’t even try it again.”

“Alex…”

“Shut up, Richard!” The hurt expression that crossed his face tugged at her heart but she would not allow it to dissuade her. “I love you and I love the way you make me feel. I treasure every mark…every bruise you leave on my flesh when you take me. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. You hurt me just right to heighten my pleasure and I don’t want you to treat me differently just because I’m pregnant.”

“Okay.” He said in a defeated tone. “I won’t treat you any different because of your condition. I just…didn’t want to hurt you. This is all new to me too, you know?” He held his hand out to her and looked up into her eyes. “Let’s go back to bed, baby.” Her eyes narrowed on his outstretched hand and darted back up to his face. “Alex?”

“I don’t think so.” She took a step back and clothed herself in a black tank top and shorts. “I think I’ll use this anger to teach my boys their lessons. This bitch is far from weak.”

Riddick was left alone to wonder what had set her off into this mood when she vanished in a flash of light. “Shit!” He ran his hand over his face in frustration when he remembered the conversation he and Ronon had in the temple. “She heard every fucking word.” He dressed quickly and left their room in a dead run for the gym.

~*~

Alex stormed into the gym with a temper that could be felt by everyone present. Dorian was curious about his mother’s mood but wrote it off as hormones. Brandon sat sulking at a weight bench. He felt like he was about to face her wrath for fighting with Ronon.

Ronon watched his mother slam some weights around and felt immense apprehension at the thought of facing her. She heard his doubts about her. She heard him call her weak and flawed. His despair made him say those things without thinking but he knew he hurt his mother deeply. He broke his unspoken promise to her and ended up causing her pain.

Jesse was benching some weight when his mother’s tirade caught his attention. He had just left his father’s rooms and felt a little downhearted after their discussion. Tyr was wrapped up in competing against Telemachus for Alexandra’s affections. Jesse told him jealousy was a useless emotion in regards to this situation.

They were not displaying for his mother. They were already mated to her but his father encouraged him to continue to display for Kyra. It would make the Alpha Anasazi proud to see his son prove the young Rhade inferior. Jesse’s heart wasn’t in it but he would follow his father’s mandates and risk his mother’s wrath.

Alex’s mind zeroed in on the thoughts of her children and she turned to run her gaze over each of them in turn. While her attention was focused solely on them, Riddick and Ian entered the gym unnoticed by her and stood against the wall watching her closely.

She stalked up to Jesse while he was in the middle of his reps and pushed the weight bar down on his chest. “Mom!” He was pinned beneath the weight and, try as he might, he couldn’t budge it. His breath caught in his chest as he struggled to pull air into his compressed lungs. “What…are you…doing?”

“Whom are you bound to through destiny?” She growled at him as she increased the pressure to his chest. “To whom do you owe your allegiance?”

“Y-you.” He sputtered with a gasp. “I’m b-bound to-o y-you.”

She effortlessly picked up the 400 lb barbell with one hand and pulled him upright with the other. “Stop this petty bullshit that your father has put you up to! I won’t stand for anymore clashes between the Anasazis and the Rhades in my own house!” She tossed the barbell across the room where it slammed into the wall and loudly crashed to the floor. “Am I understood?”

“Yessss.” He drew in a deep breath of air and coughed violently. “I understand completely.”

“I thought better of you, Jesse.” She released her grip on him and frowned at his pain. “I am very disappointed.” She turned her attention to the snicker behind her and narrowed her flickering eyes on Brandon. “What is so fucking funny, boy?” She fired an energy blast at the equipment he was working with and reduced it to a melted ruin. “From what I can glean from your wicked little mind, you owe me a new marble door to my temple!”

“It wasn’t my fault!” He yelled as he pulled himself free from the twisted metal. “He is the one who blasted me through the fucking door!” Brandon rose to his feet and glared at Ronon. “Why don’t you take it out on your assassin?”

She appeared before him in the flash of an eye and lifted him off his feet with one hand. “You call him that one more time and I will have to find a replacement for you as a Guardian. You won’t be of any use to me dead!” She tightened her grip on his throat and pulled his face within an inch of hers. “He has the ability to reduce you to ash, did you know that?”

“No. I didn’t k-know that.”

She sneered at her son when she sensed his fear and the fire burned brighter in her eyes. “I know you’ve been losing your temper a lot lately, Brandon.” She said in a teasing voice. “Do you want to know why, my young Godling?” His brow furrowed in thought and he nodded his head reluctantly. “Every time I’ve died and passed my abilities to you, my power has been preparing you for your destiny. You, my dear son, are the Guardian of the Phoenix’s dark nature and your system is trying to assimilate it before it sets up permanent residence.”

“I a-am the Guardian of her dark side?” He said with a look of fright in his eyes.

“You will be.” She suddenly cast him away from her body and he slid across the floor. “So far you are proving to be a sorely lacking choice for an important role in the universe’s future.” She turned away from her 2nd child with a smile on her face and sweetly said over her shoulder. “I suggest you take some instruction from your father and your aunt on how to conduct yourself as an Olympian God. When you’re done, come back to me and I will teach you how to balance your godhood and humanity.”

Dorian watched his older brother look at his mother’s back with a measure of regret in his eyes before he teleported out of the gym. His eyes met his father’s before he focused his attention on her approaching form. “I’m ready for our next session, mother.” He spoke calmly and to the point in an effort to dissuade her bad mood. “I’ve been looking forward to it.”

“That is nice to hear, Dorian, but you don’t need the kid gloves.” The flames faded from her eyes but they continued to flicker with energy as she smiled at her youngest. “I assure you I am just hormonal not crazy. Although if you ask some people around here, they might say it is one and the same.”

“I know that you are out of sorts, mom. I can feel it.” He smiled cautiously when her eyes snapped up and pierced his, looking for a further explanation. “She has been entering my dreams lately.”

“Entering your dreams?” She quirked an eyebrow and tilted her head with genuine curiosity. “What are you talking about, Dorian?”

He backed her up on to the mats and began to circle around her, sizing her up before he attacked. “The past couple of nights, a bright being came to me in my dreams. She said her name is Dawn and called me brother.” He took a couple of swipes at her that she easily dodged as she listened. “Is that the name you and father picked for my sister? Is her name Dawn?”

“Yes.” She blocked a few more strikes from him before she turned a questioning stare at him. “What did she tell you?”

“That you are having a tough time with this pregnancy and it will get worse. She said we all needed to be here for you.” His eyes widened when her psychic sword sprang from her hand. “How did you do that? Never mind I know the answer.”

“You can do it too. Go ahead and try. Focus your energy into your hand and picture the sword, its mass, the blade, the pommel.” She watched him concentrate and extend his hand. “Imagine it and make it happen, Dorian.” A glowing blade slowly grew from his palm until it took shape and became a match of her sword. “Very good, Dorian. I am impressed.”

“I have a good teacher.” He smiled in relief and shook his head in amazement of the blade in his grip.

“At least you think so.” She pointed her blade at Ronon and crooked her index finger of her free hand at him. “Come here.” Ronon cast a quick glance at Kyra and received a sly grin before he moved to join his mother. “I want you to do the same thing.” She held up her cosmic blade in front of his face.

“Focus your power into your hand and create a sword. If you are to fulfill your destiny, you need to learn how to harness your abilities and bend them to your will.” As Ronon concentrated on the task she set for him, Alex sparred with Dorian. “Did Dawn tell you anything else?”

“She said there would be some trouble within our house. I get the feeling from her that it is an outside force that will threaten certain members of the Royal Family.” He got into a rhythm with the blade and they moved across the room doing parries and thrusts. “She also said there is a way for you to remain here with us but, if given the option, you would refuse it.”

“Your sister is just a slight swell in my abdomen and she is talking up a storm already.” Their blades clanged together and sparks flew in a shower over them. “I can just imagine how hard it is going to be to get her to shut up when she’s older.”

“Alex, I did it.” Ronon said as he moved closer to them with a green glowing sword in hand. “This is amazing.”

“Glad you think so, now join in.” He cocked an eyebrow at her as she and Dorian maintained their battle. They were in full combat mode and Ronon was unsure of her directive until she clarified. “Ronon, I said engage now!” He was startled for a second by her outburst before he closed the distance and swung his blade.

It was coming at a downward arc towards her shoulder but, at the last second, a second blade shot from her right hand and deflected his swing. She smiled as she looked between her 2 sons’ shocked faces. “What? I can’t be a bad ass and pregnant at the same time?”

She pushed Ronon back a step and launched a double sword attack at Dorian that drove him back in self-defense. While he tried to turn the tide back in his favor, she ducked a swipe at her head and swept his feet out from under him. “You’re dead.” Her blade phased through his chest to simulate a death stroke.

She turned back to Ronon just in time to deflect another strike. She pivoted around and went at him with a double assault. “You need to react faster! What if two opponents came at you?” She drove him back towards the workout bench that Jesse had been using. He back flipped over the obstacle and, by the time he landed on his feet, he had another blade in his other hand. “Very good, Ronon.”

She used her 2 blades to cleave through the bench like it was butter and advanced on her son. “Now let’s see if you can use it.” She arched backwards just as he swiped at her face with his right. Her right blade came up and blocked his left downward swing. “You have to do better than that, Ronon. You are not dealing with some weak flawed human. You are facing a supreme being!”

Ronon’s face flushed at her verbal attack. He had been expecting this and, now that it was here, he dreaded it. She was angry and an angry Phoenix was a deadly Phoenix. The assault she unleashed had him on the defensive but he managed to block or dodge most of the blows. The ones that got through stung his flesh and bone instead of leaving physical wounds.

She repeatedly and unrelentingly attacked with a flurry of swings from her two blades that backed him up across the gym. “I thought you didn’t need training, Ronon.” A back-handed swing with her right hand sizzled across his chest. A follow through with her left stung his right side. “Your Nietzchean training was supposed to be all you needed and there is nothing left for you to learn.”

“I guess I was in error, Alex.” He turned his eyes that were crackling with green energy, towards her red and hurled an energy blast at her. “I had forgotten that I have to be at my best to serve as the Balance of Judgment.” The force of the impact to her chest sent her sailing across the room.

Using her power of flight, she stopped her body from colliding with the wall and hovered above the floor. “So you know about that.” Her swords had disappeared and her hands were encased with cosmic flame. “I can thank Richard for taking that privilege away from me but I know why he told you.” She blasted him in the chest and sent him crashing into the wall.

She flew across the room and landed by his side. “You were suffering from the knowledge that you are my Deliverer. My 2 rude children did not help matters at all.” She moved his locks from his face to look in his eyes and cupped his cheek. “Just so you know, I intended to tell you and alleviate your guilt. I’m sorry that I got so wrapped up in my own problems that I didn’t tend to yours.”

“I know you haven’t been feeling well. You’ve had a lot of pains in your life and I don’t mean to add to them.” The energy faded from his hazel eyes and they filled with tears. “I wasn’t thinking clearly when I accused you of being weak and flawed. You have to know that, right?”

“I know, baby.” She sat beside him and pulled him close to her side. “I also know you have been digging up the past.” She whispered to him and felt him tense against her. “You have seen some disturbing things and I know they hurt you badly.”

“Not as much as they hurt you.”

“Ronon, I have spent several millennia reconciling my past and we both know it hasn’t gone smoothly. I am still and probably always will be plagued by the things I’ve done and experienced.” She took his hand in her free one and interlaced their fingers. “I don’t want you to let anything you learn weigh so heavily on you too. They are my pains and I would rather die than let them touch my children.”

“But I am doing all of this to save you.” He gripped her hand tighter in his and looked deeply into her black eyes. “I want you to stay. That is why I am digging through the archives. What did Dorian mean when he said that Dawn told him you would reject your salvation?”

“I don’t know, Ronon. My child did not elaborate to her brother what the option was and why I would reject it. She is being vague just like her parents.” She rose to her feet and pulled him to his. “I think we’ve had enough today. I am getting tired and need to lie down.”

“Are you alright, baby?” Riddick asked as he went to her side. She bristled when he reached for her and he knew she was still angry with him. “Everyone clear the room!” His voice boomed through the gym and her sons started to file out. Ronon looked at his mother questioningly, received a nod from her, and he and Kyra left as well. “Ian, I will deliver her to you after we have cleared up a couple of things.”

“As you wish, Riddick.” He nodded and vanished from the room leaving them alone.

They glared at each other for several minutes in silence. Their breathing was the only sound in the room. Riddick began to circle her like prey and she followed his movement with her senses. He saw the predatory gleam in her eyes during the next rotation and, when he was behind her, he chose to pounce.

He wrestled her down to the floor and pinned her arms beneath his knees to keep her from fighting him. She struggled to buck him off of her as he violently ripped her tank top from her body. “You’re a pig!” He lifted up from her pelvis and tore her shorts off, leaving her bare beneath him. “I don’t want you! Get the fuck off of me!”

“Don’t fucking lie to me, Alex!” He grabbed her arms, lifted them above her head, and held them down in one of his large hands. “I can smell your want for me from across the room!” His hand slipped between their bodies and his knuckles pressed into her pubic bone as he freed his cock from his pants. “I won’t get off of you but I will get off with you.”

He rubbed the head of his erection against her slick opening and forced it into her tight channel to the hilt. She threw her head back and screamed at the delicious intrusion. He grabbed her hip with his free hand, pounded furiously into her depths, and reveled in her fever-pitched cries.

“Is this what you wanted, baby?” He growled as he drove into her hard and fast. “You like me to take you. Is this what you wanted?”

“Yessss…” She hissed as he bit down on her nipple and then began to feed from her breast again. “Oh yessss.” She writhed beneath him as he continued his overwhelming assault on her body. “Richard…” He felt her inner muscles convulse around his length and pounded into her harder until they both came screaming.

He released her bound wrists and frowned slightly at the red marks he had left behind. “Are you okay, baby?” He gazed down at her as she brought her breathing under control and began to get nervous when she didn’t respond. “Alex…baby, are you alright?”

“Mmm. I am absolutely perfect.” She opened her eyes and focused on his concerned face. “You didn’t hurt us.” She touched the side of his face and he nuzzled his cheek into her palm. “I have learned that my sex drive will, and apparently has, increase during the pregnancy. I was hungry for you.”

“I am capable of making love to you, ya know?” His voice got quiet and sadness reflected in his eyes. “I am more than my animal instincts.”

“I know, baby.” She pulled him into a tender kiss and smiled mischievously. “I know you can make sweet passionate love to me and I love it when you do.” She embraced his head and pulled him to her shoulder. “I love you, Richard. I love everything about you. More importantly, my animal instincts love your animal instincts. The Phoenix wants her Furyan mate too.”

He rose up on his elbows and smiled down at the satisfied look on her face. “Okay. I understand.” He laughed when she yawned deeply and her eyes began to flutter. “I believe I wore you out, baby.” He did not get a response as she had drifted into a contented slumber. “Come on, Princess.” He tucked his spent member back into his pants and gathered her gently in his arms. “Let’s get you to bed.”

~*~

Ian went to his door with the intention to firmly chastise whoever was insistently kicking at it. When he swung it open, he found Riddick standing there with their naked mate in his arms. “Sorry about the kicking, Ian, but my hands are full.” He gently handed her body over to Ian’s waiting arms and noticed the scowl that crossed her first’s face. “Uh yeah, you need to bathe her.”

“You brought her to me reeking of your scent?” Ian growled.

“Look at it this way, Ian. If I cleaned her up before I brought her to you, we would’ve been delayed for hours. Once I get her in the tub, I tend to keep her there for a while.” Riddick smirked at the man’s glaring face. “I was just thinking about you.” He backed away from the door and headed down the hall laughing when he heard Ian’s door slam.

~*~