Last Knight of Jarna (Siren Publishing Allure)

by Alexis Martin

  Rander went in again with lightning-fast reflexes, and as Arran feared, he was going for a quick kill. Rander spun Zurk to the ground and went for his neck with crushing jaws, intent on tearing away his windpipe. In an amazing counter that hushed the crowed, Zurk somehow rolled clear and leapt high to land on Rander’s back, driving him to his belly. Zurk, in a dominant position, held to the base of his skull until Rander submitted with a great howl that resonated across the village, through the outlaying vale and beyond.

  Zurk and Rander shifted and lay on the ground, sucking in huge gulps of air. Blood coated their flesh, oozing from numerous nonlethal wounds. Yolta was the first to address the crowd. He said a few words and welcomed their new leader into the pack.

  The whole of Colcu’s harem went running to Zurk to pamper him, all in a hope that he would allow them to retain their position among the pack as mating partners. The three unlucky ones that carried the offspring of Colcu in their bellies would be banished. It was pack law, their fates were sealed.

  Zurk was already being tended by a mob of young she-wolves, so Arran and Toria went to Rander. In typical Rander style, tough as nails, he spit out a mouthful of blood and one tooth then smiled. “He got the best of me this time,” he conceded, holding to his smile. “In three years, by right, I will challenge him again.”He spit once more and limped off after giving Toria a second look.

  “Where is he going?” Toria asked.

  Arran shrugged his shoulders. “Zurk damaged his pride, and he will disappear for a few days to heal physically and mentally. He has always been this way.”

  * * * *

  Toria hated the fact that she was smack-dab at the center of the village among all the prying eyes. She was much more comfortable in her own element, alone and isolated. But Arran wanted her with him during the tournament, and she could not refuse the request. In a few short days the dark-haired wolf had managed to completely steal her heart. She loved him more than her own life and would do anything for him. Not only did he show her great pleasure during their mating sessions, he had been the first to show her any affection. Arran was hers now. In a way she felt like she owned him, and she would be there for him through anything.

  * * * *

  The following day, Arran and Toria had been called to Zurk’s new accommodations that had once been Colcu’s. It was the largest, most lavish hut in the entire village that housed several servants and all six of the concubines, young she-wolves that were eager to please the new alpha. Plush furs were scattered on the floor, and iron braziers burned brightly in all four corners of the main chamber.

  To Arran’s surprise, Zurk sat, eyes closed, in a wide leather-bound chair while a strawberry-blonde she-wolf rubbed his shoulders, two others took turns swallowing his cock. His hips thrust upward as he held them both by the hair, forcing their heads down until they gagged on his length.

  Arran knew exactly what Zurk was doing. It was a blatant display of his dominance as pack leader. In essence, Zurk was showing off, and it did not settle well with Arran, especially in front of his newfound mate, Toria. Arran cast his gaze toward Toria, and she was not shying away from the blatant display of carnal desire. In fact, her eyes were glued to the scene, her breasts rising and falling in what Arran perceived to be as excitement.

  When Zurk decided to acknowledge his brother’s presence in the room, he gently shoved the two women away that were still slobbering all over his shaft, unconcerned about an audience.

  “Go...go,” he urged, waving his hands toward an exit. After the three women scurried away to disappear behind heavy drapes of green satin, Zurk took to his feet and stood completely naked before Toria and Arran, his swollen cock still standing on end. He stepped in close to Toria.

  “Cover that thing,” Arran prompted. “Before you accidentally poke Toria with it.”

  “My apologies to you, fair maiden,” Zurk commented, his full attention moving to the huskily built woman. “Does my nakedness offend you?”

  Toria shook her head no as her lingering gaze slowly went up to greet Zurk’s bright-green eyes. Arran could see that Toria was enthralled by Zurk’s nakedness and that Zurk was equally infatuated with her. He knew where this was heading.

  Zurk went to Toria and kissed the palm of her hand. “Welcome to my humble home, beauty,” he said while trailing kisses along her forearm.

  “Ummm, Zurk,” Arran spoke up. “Did you call us here for a reason?”

  “There is plenty of time for that, brother. Right now I am interested in other things.”

  “You greedy bastard,” Arran touted. “We had an understanding.”

  “I am well aware of what we spoke of, but I am alpha and retain the right to evaluate all members of the clan. Do you disagree?”His tone took on a more threatening demeanor.

  “You have the right,” Arran agreed. “But I trusted you.”

  Toria had a look of confusion on her face and seemed oblivious as to what was about to happen.

  Zurk broke the tassel holding her chest wrap in place and exposed her firm breasts. “Divine!” he stated. Arran balled his fists in response. “Do not fret, brother. I do not intend on making her one of my own. She is yours as we agreed. I only want to see what she feels like—maybe share her as we did Rain.”

  Arran relaxed considerably. He had no qualms about sharing Toria with Zurk. He was only worried that he would try to claim her forever, and if that happened, he would be forced to kill him.

  * * * *

  Toria glared at Arran upon hearing Rain’s name. Arran had never mentioned Rain before or that they shared her. She remembered how beautiful the she-wolf had been when they were pups. “You shared Rain?” Toria questioned Arran, forgetting that Zurk had just removed the clothing from her breasts.

  Arran shrugged dumbly at the question. “I did not think you wanted to know such things. I was not trying to be deceptive, my love.”

  Her minuscule flit of anger turned to something else when she felt herself being dragged toward the chair. Zurk tore away her loincloth, and she gasped. She was completely naked now, standing with spread legs over the chair, Zurk’s face nestled between her legs. The grittiness of an unshaven cheek glanced across her inner thigh, and she felt the flare of Zurk’s nostrils against the sheath of her pussy.

  She was about to panic until Arran went to her side to gently caress the nape of her neck with his soft lips. “Do not fear Zurk,” he whispered. “He will taste you and then fuck you, but you will remain mine.”

  She was not afraid, now that Arran was close to her, but her thoughts were spinning wildly. Her mind went black as Zurk’s nose parted her folds to dig into her cunt. A chill went up and down her spine as Arran’s mouth moved to her nipple, gently sucking and laving at it until the puffy bud swelled in his mouth. Whatever they had in store for her, she would do it without question. She fully understood what they wanted, and if Arran had no objections, then she didn’t either.

  Arran’s palm went down her rippled abdomen to cup her in a V-shaped pattern, and opened her folds fully for Zurk. She felt every indentation of Arran’s calloused fingers against her as the wet heat from Zurk’s tongue rolled inside her. Arran padded her clit and spread her to her limits, allowing Zurk to venture deeper.

  Moaning a throaty sound from deep within her body, she held Arran’s mouth in place over her engorged nipple, amazed at the sensation that two men brought her. Inspired more than ever, she reached down to grip Zurk’s long hair while holding Arran to her breast. She trembled and rocked into every lash of Zurk’s wild tongue, moving her pelvis over Zurk’s face.

  Her low rumbling growls became raspy and faint, and she could feel herself getting close to an orgasm. Arran moved his fingers faster over her clit until it was hard and swollen.

  “Her taste is amazing,” Zurk said, the sound muffled by her pussy. Arran cupped her other breast and pinched her nipple until it felt like a small rock.

  “Everything about her is amazing,” Arran agreed. “Are you close,
my sweet? I want you to come for us—allow Zurk the pleasure of tasting your orgasm.”

  “Y...Ye...Yes,” she whimpered. “I about to...to...” With that her pussy collapsed around Zurk’s tongue, her inner muscles pulling hard at the slick heat of his tongue. Arran had to hold her from falling completely over. The aftermath of her orgasm spilled down her inner thighs and into Zurk’s greedy mouth.

  Still unable to breath from the shock of such a release, Toria felt the strength in Zurk’s hands as he bent her over the chair, raising her ass in the air.

  “I envy you, brother,” Zurk said to Arran. “Her flavor is unique and every bit as sweet as Rain’s.”

  He then took hold of Toria’s hips and mounted her from behind, driving himself into her slick folds. Toria bucked forward at the new invasion that caught her off guard, but her inner walls molded around Zurk’s cock. It seemed to fit inside her perfectly. He stroked her long and hard, in and out, with pounding thrusts that rattled her insides.

  She enjoyed things a bit rough. She found out this unknown fact when she impaled herself on Arran’s cock on several different occasions. Zurk’s cock burned her with every long stroke, and she knew her cream was coating his shaft, willing it deeper inside her.

  Arran had merely been a spectator up to this point until he stepped in and dangled his cock in front of her face. She took hold of his shaft and pulled him into her mouth, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum. All of her senses were assaulted as Zurk racked her cunt with waves of pleasure and a stiff cock leaking in her mouth. The harder Zurk bounded into her, the harder she sucked and laved over Arran’s cock.

  “Take me all the way into your mouth, Toria,” Arran begged. Without hesitation she allowed his head to glide down her throat, gagging her a little. She grunted over Arran’s shaft as the sound of slapping flesh echoed in the chamber. She wanted to please him badly since she felt a twinge of guilt for enjoying his brother’s punishment so immensely.

  She could not take much more of this blissful pounding. With a cock driving into her womb and one shoved down her throat, the sensations were too overwhelming to control for long. Zurk’s body writhed over hers, and his thrusts became more deliberate, more needy.

  Then a violent reaction shook her body and seized her inner walls as Zurk expelled his seed in pulsating waves. He growled low and long through his release, the rumblings raising the tiny hairs at the back of her neck. Her pussy fluttered and stroked his shaft, kneading all the cum from his balls that were now seated firmly against her wet folds.

  Her knees went weak and her hips gyrated as her lips sealed around Arran, her tongue lashing along his shaft. She had her fun with Zurk, and it left her more fulfilled than she ever imagined, but she would not leave Arran wanting. She would ensure that he was satisfied.

  Her fingers encircled the base of Arran’s cock as she caressed him with her mouth, sucking hard as she could. His positive moans told her she was doing something right. She could still feel Zurk slowly moving inside her, swirling around in their mutual fluids as Arran jerked unevenly in her mouth. “Swallow me, Toria,” he grunted. “Drink, my love.”

  Arran tugged her hair until her nose was touching his soft pubic hairs then came. She held him in her mouth, enjoying the musky flavor as it rolled down her throat, until the throbbing subsided. She smiled up at him. Not one drop of his arousal escaped from her lips.

  Arran cradled her neck and lovingly kissed her lips. “Are you angry with me?” she asked with trepidation.

  Arran grinned warmly. “Only if you did not receive any enjoyment from this.”

  She slunk down to the divan as Zurk slowly removed his cock from her entrance. He leaned down to peck Toria lightly on the cheek. “You are a lovely woman, Toria,” he said. “Like a breath of fresh air. Now, if you will excuse us, I must have a word with Arran alone.”

  She watched them leave, still in shock of what just happened. She had always been a strong and independent woman, had to be, but those two made her legs into butter, causing her whole body to become insanely weak. She loved everything about those two brothers—their male perfume, their heavenly physiques, but most of all their desire. There was something to be said about having two men, the pride of Clear Water, desiring you. It gave her a newfound sense of power, a feeling of triumph. Only a short time ago she was alone, basically ostracized from the pack due to her unnatural appearance.

  But now she was wanted by two gorgeous wolves, and it lifted her spirits.

  Chapter 9

  Zurk slipped on a loose-fitting robe of dark blue and stood staring out a leaden window. The light coming through caused geometric patterns to form on the wood floor. The study was small and quiet, becoming one of Zurk’s favorite rooms. Yolta spent many hours here, studying ancient tomes that had been passed down for generations.

  “Yolta tells me Colcu was cut down by a single man—a human,” Zurk began in a dry breath. He reached for a clay goblet of water and then drank deeply. “This alone will put fear in the pack’s hearts. The humans wish to destroy us, Arran. Yolta has lived through the days of wolf hunters. He understands the significance of Colcu’s death and fully believes a day of reckoning will soon be upon us if the human is not dealt with. He had a vision of the Great Gray Wolf, a legendary werewolf from the days of old.” Zurk turned to face his brother. “We must seek out this human and destroy him. Yolta fears the prophecy of the Gray Wolf has already begun.”

  Arran shook his head doubtfully. “How can he be so certain? The man must be growing senile. What is he, over a hundred years old?”

  “Through his visions he can see many things. Also, coupled with the prophecy, our Rain still lives. I want her back, Arran. I claimed her, and she is mine.”

  Arran had to sit before his legs gave way. Rain was alive! By some miracle Colcu did not catch her. Arran knew she deserved to live among the pack where they could protect her, to be a part of their lives once again. Was it possible the human somehow saved her from the alpha, Colcu? It left Arran with more pressing questions than answers. “How do I fit into all of this?”

  “I want you to take Rander and select four of the strongest pack males, and then bring Rain back to me. You must end this human.”

  Arran raised a brow. “A total of six wolves for such a simple task? It seems a bit excessive. Is there anything you are leaving out?”

  Zurk adjusted his shoulders and tied the robe firmly around his waist. “It seems as though this human is a capable warrior and has taken Rain against her will. I fear he has been forcing himself upon her. Do not underestimate the power of this knight.”

  “What use would a human have for a she-wolf?”

  “Only the Forest Gods would have an answer for that one, brother. The fact remains that she is being tormented by this man and in grave danger. Be cautious and choose your wolves with care. Yolta says the human is fierce and a large specimen for his kind, unnaturally so.”

  “Will you not be joining us on this hunt?”

  “I must remain here. Yolta has much to teach me of the ancient ways. Would you object if Toria remained here while you are away? I would hate to see her become...lonely. I understand she lives outside the village.”

  “She is used to being alone. I am certain she can manage,” Arran replied in a low grumble.

  Zurk laughed it away. “Very well...very well.” He waved a hand, dismissing the thought. “Time is of the essence. Leave immediately.”

  Arran did his best to bow in respect as expected. It was difficult for Arran to treat his brother with the courtesy an alpha male demanded. After all, they had been brothers first and foremost, but now Zurk was the leader—his superior. It was a hard fact to swallow, and one Rander would have difficulty digesting.

  His first priority was to get Toria safely home, and then he would seek out Rander, and they would formulate the best course of action. He hated the fact that he would be separated from Toria for what could be a substantial length of time. But the alpha had given a direct order,
and he had to do this one thing if he wanted to remain in Zurk’s good graces.

  * * * *

  “Rain!” Thane called out in frustration. “Rain!” There was no reply, not even a whisper from the she-wolf. Her womanly scent, the one that triggered all of his emotions, was also missing.

  It was nearing the second full day without even a trace of the golden-haired beauty. His insides seemed to rebel, and he felt physically ill without her. Her sudden disappearance had affected him greatly, and his mind was reeling through the possibilities. Why would she leave him? It made little sense to the warrior. He felt so empty, so dead inside, without the she-wolf next to him. She managed to capture his heart in the short time he had known the woman, and this loss was excruciatingly painful.

  After slicing down two small saplings out of pure anger, using the teeth of his blade, he sheathed it between his shoulders and laughed sardonically. The eerie sound echoed across the verdant valley below.

  Such was his luck, he guessed. Just when he was falling madly in love with the woman from the forest, she vanishes—leaves him. He should have known it was too good to last. “You are a gullible and stupid man, Thane,” he berated himself aloud. “Why on earth would she love you? What could ever love a man like you—a monster like you?”

  Wiping his red-rimmed eyes, he felt the moisture on his fingertip and smiled sadly. He was a warrior, had cut down countless enemies, seen many honorable men die, and the only tear he ever shed was over an alluring creature—a she-wolf that abandoned him.

  Get ahold of yourself, man. Gathering his small tinderbox, he started for Jarna. His mission was clear now. He had to leave this forest behind him and warn Lord Goran of the barbarian threat.