by Reagan Hawk
“Nope.” She smiled warmly. “Read your expression. Plus, I’ve had a lot of time to talk with Malock about your customs. About how you’ll be first husband and therefore your beast will want to reproduce first.”
He stilled. “And you are fine with this?”
She bit her lower lip, her eyes moistening again. “A week ago, no. Thinking you were out there trapped in beast form, being hunted down and in the end going to face death, yes. Yes, I want a future with you, whatever that entails.”
He wanted to fuck her then and there. He strained to keep from doing so. “Sara, I want time with you. Time for you to grow to love me. I can hold off The Heat until then. I can wait for my seed to take root in you until you are ready.”
Fat tears streaked her cheeks and she tossed her arms around his neck tighter. She kissed his cheeks. “Oh, you big silly fool, I already do love you. Now hurry up and bathe.”
Jaston leaned against the panel to his left and pressed the square to heat the bathing pool within the large room. Within seconds filtration jets had the water churning and it warmed to the point steam began to rise.
Perfect.
He entered the water fully clothed, taking Sara with him. She squawked and then slapped at his bare chest. “Put me down. Don’t you dare.”
Too late. He dared.
His cock grew heavy in his loincloth and the water did little to lessen his dick’s aching. The water lifted the material and he continued into the bathing pool, deeper, against Sara’s protests. He secured her against his chest and laughter bubbled up from him at the look of shock on her face when he dunked them under.
He came up, water streaming from him, splashing down onto her. She laughed as well and then twisted in his arms, her mouth finding his. He ate hungrily at her lips. Her tongue met his, the action making his cock jerk.
Sara artfully pealed the wet layers of material from her body while wrapping her legs around his waist. Jaston merely stood his ground, allowing her to do as she pleased. She stripped naked on him, tossing her wet wrap to the side of the bathing pool. As her breasts crushed against his chest, he stared down at them, wanting them in his mouth and soon.
Sara reached between them as she leaned up and kissed him. He liked this side of her. This wild woman clinging to him. She removed his loincloth with deft hands and then eased her pussy over the head of his cock. Jaston held tight to her hips, fearful he’d harm her. She was so tiny in comparison to him. He worried. It was his way and how it was between a male of his kind and a female.
She sank down onto his cock, chasing away his beast. Jaston grunted as she moved up and down on him with expert care. She was a minx and she was his. He was to be first husband—meaning in all eyes she would belong to him first and foremost. He dipped lower into the water as she rode him. The grime of the week spent in the forest washed away and Jaston held Sara’s hips, controlling her movements.
As his sac grew tight, he increased the pace she rode him. Her pussy pulled at his cock just right, drawing seed from him. Frustrated, he tried to stop the act, wanting to please her first. Sara pumped faster on him and he lost all control. His seed filled her.
She bit at his lower lip and cried out in his arms, her pussy convulsing around his cock. She shoved down onto him, staying in place, allowing the last of his seed to empty into her. Jaston held her tight, his tongue continuing to mate with hers.
There was a loud crashing noise. He broke off the kiss. The door to the bathing chamber burst open. Jaston looked to the left to find Malock there, panting, his eyes wide. His friend sniffed the air and then seemed to calm somewhat. Jaston knew then Malock had caught his beast’s scent and had tracked him there, to his home. He also knew Malock had expected the worst.
Expected to find Sara torn to pieces and Jaston locked in beast form.
Sara remained on him and held out her hand to Malock. “He’s home. He’s safe and he’s home.”
Malock suppressed a grin. “I see. Jaston?”
Jaston nodded. “I am on edge, but she has taken some of the worst from it now. Though, I fear…”
“Bond to me,” Sara said, interrupting him. “Bite me.”
Jaston looked to Malock. Malock undid his loincloth and tossed it aside. He wasted no time entering the large pool. He came straight to Jaston and touched his shoulder. “She is right. The time is now.”
“She deserves better.”
Sara pinched his chin. “I want you. Now.”
He grinned, his cock hardening within her tight cunt. She moved on it once more, smiling like the siren she was. She tipped her head and kissed Malock as he eased closer to her. Malock broke the kiss and moved behind her. He met Jaston’s gaze. Jaston nodded. It was time. They would claim her outright now.
Malock licked his fingers and Jaston stood tall, lifting Sara from the water. She shivered a moment but stopped the second Malock pressed his finger to her ass. Her eyes widened. Jaston pumped his cock into her more, his lips covering hers.
He knew the second Malock entered her ass. She tensed and bit his tongue. Jaston chuckled into her mouth and then drew back from the kiss. He put his forehead to hers. She gasped with each thrust from them.
“I want it,” she managed. “Bite me.”
Jaston allowed his mouth to change. His teeth lengthened. He could smell Malock’s beast nearing the surface as well. Jaston put his mouth to her right shoulder and bit, his cock picking then to release his seed. Malock selected the other shoulder. Sara exploded in their arms. Her body tightened on his cock and she cried out, clinging to him, kissing his cheek, and jerking on his cock.
Her blood coated his throat and his seed coated her womb. She was his.
Theirs.
Now and forever.
The beast curled up deep inside him, sated for now. The Heat would not claim his soul. No. That duty had gone to Sara.
She looked up at him with a sexy look in her eyes. “Welcome home, husband.”
THE END
About the Author
A pinch of fantasy, a dash of paranormal and a lot of erotic romance.
Reagan Hawk writes sexy alpha males and the women that make them bend with ease. To read more about Reagan’s books, visit her website www.reaganhawk.com
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The Beast Masters Series
Trading Teon
Securing Sara
Rescuing Reya
Capturing Clara
Binding Bree
Strength in Numbers Series
Strength in Numbers
Space Pirates’ Bounty
Bounty Hunters’ Captive
Cyber Sex Series
Prepared to Please
Denial of Service
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Strength in Numbers
Chapter One Excerpt
The thunderous roars of the crowd shook the very ground she stood upon. So many had gathered to lay witness to the evening’s festivities, celebrating the coming of the equinox, that it was nearly impossible to get an accurate head count. Varying moons surrounding the planet held their themed tributes for the festival. The moon she was on was for one purpose and one purpose only—sex. All Sempia was sure of was that she was the starring act on this night. It was she, a prized virgin from a line of sex slaves, who was to be auctioned off to the right bidder. Her hymen would be broken by the winning bidder and her slave note would then belong to him as well.
The entry of a sex slave onto the market and the taking of her virginity was a show many sought to see. They took great pleasure in watching the slave be serviced by many before vaginal insertion occurred by the man who would be her keeper. Much time and effort went into the preparation of the event and additional sex slaves were used to add bodies to the mix, i
ncreasing the show’s appeal. They were ones who had reached a certain status among coliseum goers. In some odd way, they had become celebrities of sorts to many. She could only dream of achieving such a status. It would take her many years of sexual servitude in an arena setting to win over the crowds in such a way. The odds of the person who purchased her note allowing her to continue in such a venue were slim. Most sex slaves were purchased for personal use and to be used to service the needs of those close to the owner.
Already the act, which would highlight with the taking of her virginity, was underway. She wasn’t involved in the beginning portions of it. The crowd-pleasing regulars were used to get the masses eager for more and on the edges of their seats. She had to admit, they did their duty well. From her vantage point, just off from the staging area, the crowd appeared very pleased. They seemed taken with one of the alien species brought in to spice things up. It was hard to blame them.
Sempia tried to look away but couldn’t as the Mantovian alien stood before the women in the ring. He was unlike anything she’d ever seen before. He had a row of four cocks between his legs, lined up vertically. They seemed to have a life of their own. Each one moving in a different direction, like tentacles. There was no mistaking the mushroom-shaped head on each of them. The rest of the Mantovian’s body was a pale shade of blue, most likely having something to do with the fact they originated from Planet Mantovia, which was almost entirely covered in crystal-blue water.
She could barely make out the gills on the man’s neck even though she was well aware the species possessed them. He resembled a humanoid and apparently had close enough DNA to get him into the event, as all attending had to be screened for compatibility. Still, she wasn’t sure what he intended to do with four cocks.
The women in the ring with him dropped to their knees as he cracked the whip he held over their head. The sound of it snapping in the air made Sempia jerk. She was next. It was her destiny to please others, to offer her body for their pleasures while her master collected a hefty sum for her efforts. She had been born into sexual servitude and was now of age to accept her destiny.
The Mantovian held a woman’s head with his free hand while she slid her mouth over one of his cocks. The other cocks stroked her face and she brought her hands up to grasp two more.
Another woman entered the ring and the crowd went wild with cheers. She wore a sheer white tunic and kept her head bent as she neared the Mantovian. He struck out with his whip, slashing the tunic from her but leaving her skin unmarred. The crowd gasped.
He motioned for her to come to him. She obeyed, dropping next to the other woman and taking one of his cocks into her mouth.
The women stayed in that position, sucking and humming slightly as the Mantovian tipped his head back and cried out. Blue cum jetted forth from two of his exposed cocks and it was easy to see the women’s throats convulsing as they drank down his offering.
The Mantovian snapped his whip again and the women pulled back. He dropped to the ground and lay on his back. He whispered something only the women could hear and they immediately straddled him, one in front of the other. As they sank down onto his cocks, Sempia noticed that a shaft went in each of their pussies and their asses.
Her cunt began to drip, the urge great to feel what it was like to be filled completely. Her breath hitched as she traced a line down the front of her tunic. As her nipples peaked, she fought the urge to reach down and pleasure herself. Her time was soon to come. She too would know what it was like to be taken. It was a moment she had waited many years for.
The show continued, with the women riding the Mantovian. The crowd watched, as enraptured as Sempia. Her gaze flickered over the crowd long enough to see several had taken to pleasing the person next to them. Some handled their own needs while others simply stared at the show.
End Excerpt
Strength in Numbers
Reagan Hawk
Prospect Springs Shifters Book One
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Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance
Sheriff Jonathan MacSweeny is in charge of keeping the peace in Prospect Springs. Frontier living isn’t what it used to be. It’s hard to survive in the New Old West and it’s even harder when your area doesn’t exactly embrace supernaturals—and you howl at the moon. That being said, he’s good at his job and has a reputation with the ladies. When he learns his childhood sweetheart is to be married off to the town sleazebag, he goes in guns blazing to see to it she’s his. Problem is, Molly isn’t the same girl he remembers from ten years prior. Now she’s a gun-toting, foul-mouthed, vixen with a badge of her own.
Special Marshal Molly Cogan never planned to set foot back in Prospect Springs. When her friend gets the harebrained idea to steal her identity in an attempt to protect her from the bounty the outlaws have on her head, Molly finds herself standing right smack dab in the middle of chaos—or home in her case. It isn’t long before Jonathan is there, flashing that famous MacSweeny boy smile and tempting her in ways she wasn’t prepared for. This heart-hardened Marshal has her work cut out for her if she plans to face her past fears and her past sweetheart.
Warning: This novella contains strong language and shape shifting cowboys who will melt your socks off. This novella also has explicit, graphic sexual content and is not for the faint of heart.
Prospect Springs Shifters Series Books
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Clockwork Law
The Inventor’s Promise
Galaxy Playmate Book One
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Michelle M. Pillow
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Sapphire loves what she does for a living—being a stripper, a dancer, a star, and she’s Galaxy Playmate of the Year. She can make men beg. But, when a telepath starts coming to her shows, teasing and tormenting her mind, it’s soon she who is doing the begging.
Roark, a humanoid telepath, knows the first time he sees Sapphire that she’s the one for him. He’s a little surprised about what she does for a living, but has no problem with her continuing her career. Spending six months following her, joining their minds so they can get to know each other on a subconscious level before they meet, Roark is finally ready to make his presence known.
Rating: Contains graphic sexual content, adult language, and violence.
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