by T. A. Grey
His fingertips found her spine and trailed feather light down it. “I watched you…touch yourself with these.” He picked up her hand and sucked her fingers into his mouth. She shuddered at the sensation. A hot hand found her naked bottom and squeezed. Full, sexy lips opened and tasted her fingers.
Sarina gasped and, like courtesan, molded herself against his strong body. His tongue licked her lingering cream away. Sarina’s jaw dropped at the wet sensation. He closed his eyes, a look of pained pleasure crossing his face before popping her fingers free.
Her father’s words chose that moment to come roaring back her. She must not have a male. No male but of his choosing. She froze, doubt and fear clouding her. His eyes opened in question, but then seemed to read her thoughts.
“Forget about him. I will protect you. I swear it,” he breathed huskily into the shell of her ear. Thoughts that had only ever just been that now solidified into dark needs. A queen for his pack, children to call his own, and a wife to warm his bed. Then his life would be complete. Sarina was the one. His heart knew it; his beast knew it.
“I want to pleasure you. Over and over again.” Trailing his tongue down her neck, Vane closed his eyes and simply tasted. It was exquisite…like vanilla and honey. “Your skin tastes like warm vanilla on my tongue.” He pressed hot, open kisses over her smooth shoulders, slowly making his way down her chest.
Vane’s tongue laved the hard tip of her breast. Sarina’s hands flew to hold him there, an uncontrollable moan escaping her. He took his time enjoying the firm tip as he suckled it. It wasn’t long before his other hand set to the task of molding her other breast.
“Vane!” An urgent need pushed at her. His assuring words eased the last of her worries. She pushed the nagging roar of her father out of her mind and simply felt.
The sound of his name falling from her lips was enough to make his cock jump in his jeans. Releasing his hold on her breast, he switched to pleasure the other. He tugged the hard nipple between his lips and spoke one powerful word over her heated flesh. “Magnificent.”
He made her feel like a goddess.
Strong hands moved to clasp her bottom. Gentle at first, he grasped and massaged the sensitive flesh as his mouth continued its tortuous sucking. Sarina shuddered at the pleasure, her hips moving in a rocking motion.
The ache in her grew to a deafening pulse. So soon. The breeding cycle was coming. If she was this wet, this wild, and it hadn’t even begun then what was she in for?
“Vane.” Her teeth gnawed on her bottom lip. Her hands bunched into his long thick hair, trying to get his attention. The chance of her getting with child during her breeding cycle was very high. If she gave in to her urges, the consequences would be disastrous.
He looked up at her with the greenest eyes she’d ever seen. The smoldering look he gave her would have seared her as if she wasn’t already burning up with need.
Before she realized it, the dark, sexy giant had her backed into a nearby tree. She forgot all about what she wanted to tell him. The hard wood pressed into the naked skin of her back.
He grabbed her hand in a soft touch and pressed a hot, sweet kiss to her palm. His eyes never left hers and for some reason the simple moment touched something deep inside her. Her heart made a giant, gravity-defying leap in that moment.
Pulling her hand to his heart, he held it there.
“I am Vane Kategan, Alpha of the Kategan Pack of the Midwest. I vow on my honor as Alpha to protect, care, honor, and fight for you Princess Sarina Brunes. I ask only that you consider accepting my proposal.”
The corner of her mouth kicked up. “Your proposal of sex during my breeding cycle?”
“That is not the only thing I’m offering, lumara.”
Eyes wide and feeling greatly honored, Sarina could only stare as her heart pounded in her chest and her legs had trouble working. The hand around hers was so strong, so certain.
But what about father?
Somehow standing before this powerful lykaen gave her power. “I will consider it.”
He smiled as if he’d won some great prize. “I will take care of you from now on Sarina.” Leaning in to her, he kissed her. A soft, fleeting kissed that left her wanting more. “And when I have you, there is no going back. You will be mine.” Forever.
His dark words sent her stomach spiraling. Her beast howled insider her in glee.
“My cycle draws near, Vane.” Her low words wrapped around him like a hand over his cock. He responded with a feral growl that sent shivers over her naked flesh. It was possessive and hot. And it sent her spiraling into her breeding cycle with full force.
Chapter 6
Vane scented the moment it hit. A powerful surge of pheromones and aroused female that fogged the air. His already hard cock throbbed like a pulse. She transformed before his very eyes.
A blush stole over her face and down to her breasts. Her breathing became choppy and her eyes fluttered as her hand crept down her stomach to the thin patch of curls covering her pussy.
Vane watched transfixed as she parted her sweet folds and rubbed fingers through her creamy lips. Then her eyes shot open and with a strength and speed that only a lykaen could possess, she leaped at him.
He crashed to the grass, too surprised, and satisfied to stop the fall. Her eyes were wild as she ripped his shirt open. The torn pieces made way for a spectacularly hard, muscled chest that she wasted no time in tasting. Hot, male skin coated her tongue and tantalized her senses. He smelled amazing…like virile male and beast.
Her wet tongue trailed a hot path down past his navel and tucked under the band of his jeans. Vane groaned, his cock leaping to be touched. He needed to be inside her, needed release. He fought down the urge to flip her over, push inside her wet pussy, and take her like they both wanted. But he wanted this first time to be hers. She needed it.
In a move too fast to be seen by human eyes, Sarina tore his jeans down his legs, not bothering to pull them off completely. At the sight of his hard cock, she gasped, and licked her dry lips. Somewhere in the back of her mind where she was still logic and not a bitch in heat, she applauded that he didn’t wear anything to cover such a wonderful piece of equipment.
His cock was thick and perfect. His sac was drawn up tight to his body, shouting its need to pump semen. She moaned aloud at the sight and didn’t hesitate to drop down, open up wide, and take that hot cock into her mouth.
The hot action had Vane groaning like a dying man into the night air. His hips pushed to feed her more of his cock. He didn’t anticipate this. He wanted to ease her need, but instead she presented him with her mouth. So hot, so wet.
It has been too long for him. He chose his partners carefully, which also meant he rarely had sex. But now he realized that he was merely waiting for this moment. For this woman. She would be his queen.
His hands grasped her silken hair as she bobbed over his hard dick. Just as a boiling heat began to roll through his body, trembling in his sac, and pulsing at his rounded tip, she stopped.
“You’re killing me.” Sandpaper words over harsh breathing. Her wild gaze met his, promised a wicked release. He ground his teeth as she threw a leg over his waist and positioned her slick heat over him. He vowed that next time he’d be in control and show her just how much of an Alpha he really was. Payback was a bitch.
He held onto her firm thighs and laid back as she used his body to find her release. Her chocolate eyes glowed with the beast that prowled at the surface. She pushed his cock to his belly and rubbed her wet pussy lips over the wide length. The purr she emitted was pure beast. It made the hairs on his arms stand up, and his cock leak.
He wanted to shout. Take me! Fuck me! Frustration boiled inside, but somehow he kept it down. Instead, he rubbed her everywhere he could reach then settled at her deliciously wide hips, encouraging her rocking hips to slide faster and harder over the head of his cock and nudge her sweet, little clit.
He hit her soft pearl and she moaned, the sound so wicked
Vane had to shut his eyes and focus to keep from coming right then.
The urge to lift her up and push his cock into her was so compelling he had to call upon every ounce of his strength to keep from doing so.
Let her be in control.
He didn’t want to scare her off. But with each teasing stroke, each loving caress over his chest, and each breathy gasp as she rocked herself to heaven he grew that much closer to taking over. To sliding in and pumping her full of cock and hot cum.
“Ride my cock. Now Sarina!” he demanded, his hands finding the perfect flesh of her bobbing breasts. She quivered over his cock, straining to get her release. God, she was so sexy, so beautiful above him. A sexy little nymph all for him.
“Oh!” she sang, her skin growing tight and thighs shaking with the coming release. She ignored Vane’s request and rubbed herself faster over him.
It was so much more, he was so much more than she’d ever thought possible, than she’d ever imagined. All thoughts receded from her mind.
She rode his cock hard and fast. Pussy slipping against groin, nails biting into hard chest, breaths scattering into the night.
Vane’s eyes glazed over in red. Big hands squeezed and released her hips in a pulsing rhythm. He could feel her release coming like a wave ready to crash over.
“God damn, Sarina. I’m going to explode so fucking hard.” It might have been his words, or his scorching touch, or the last bump over her clit, but she came.
The pressure in her body exploded, and she screamed into the night. Her body froze, then jerked violently as she came in rolling hot waves.
Vane didn’t stand a chance. Her pussy gushed cream over his cock and her little tremors of release milked him.
“Fuu—”
Unable to finish the word as his eyes closed in mindless pleasure, he squeezed her hips and rubbed her furiously over his cock until, shuddering, jets of hot semen splashed across his stomach. He couldn’t stop the hoarse shout that escaped him, couldn’t seem to find enough air. He wanted more of her. Wanted her pussy quivering over his cock again, but deep inside her instead.
Sarina dropped over her him, a sexy smile on her face. They fought to catch their breaths together, sweaty bodies intertwined in the best kind of embrace.
Vane wrapped two deliciously strong arms around her. When her eyes opened some minutes later, Vane felt as though he’d been hit in the gut. Her eyes adoringly traced over his features still wearing that soft, pleasured smile. Vane kissed her thoroughly unable to stand her adoring looks anymore. He’d never felt anything like that before. Pleasure like this is said only to come from lykaen mates. He tasted her lips with slow, drugging kisses.
She will be his queen.
Chapter 7
Vane lifted Sarina back through the window. Not without a few lingering touches and spanks first. They were both laughing by time he pulled himself through it.
His laughter died when he was graced with the full beautiful sight of perfect breasts. As if he hadn’t just exploded, his cock lengthened to a raging point.
Sarina’s eyes watched it grow with wide eyes. It was all he could do not to push her back on the floor and rut with her like an animal. He knew she wanted it to, her swollen pussy was begging for a cock. She needed it. The breeding cycle was meant for a woman to be penetrated and released in. Though, he was relying on the orgasms he planned to give her to help break her down and submit to him.
She looked away as he stood, tall, naked, and proud like the Alpha he was. “I’m going to grab my clothes and pack from outside and clean up. I’ll be right back.” He watched her, trying to read her response, even as proof of his pleasure slid down his chest.
“I won’t lock you out. Promise.” Her lips twitched with a smile, but her eyes locked on to his semen-covered chest. She wetted her lips.
Abruptly Vane grabbed her and pulled her off the floor. Staring into her eyes with a passion and purpose that made her heart flutter wildly he said, “That couldn’t keep me out.”
And then he kissed her hard. His tongue roamed free in the wet cavern of her mouth, and she didn’t hesitate to rub her much smaller tongue back.
He pulled away and left.
Sarina pulled back on her clothes. So this was what moving too fast felt like. She grinned. It felt great. She would just have to make sure her father didn’t find out. If I just don’t have sex, Vane can help me to bear the cycle like never before. No more constant wanting, horrible pain, and tears from being too weak to pleasure herself anymore. Vane was here and he could help.
When her stomach growled, she went to the kitchen to prepare some food. She remembered her first breeding cycle. One moment she’d been fine, just edgier than normal, and the next her body craved sex with such intensity she was forced to tears. Only her toys eased her during that week. It was miserable. She barely made it, too weak to even rub herself to orgasm. She hated every minute of it. After a while it stopped being pleasurable. She’d lived through that for three cycles, but not this year.
Things were different now. She didn’t know if he wanted her only for the hormones she was pumping out, or something else, but she hoped it was more or could be more. She chopped a piece of strawberry hard enough to make the knife stick in the cutting board. He moved things in her she’d never felt before, and her curiosity wanted to see how far things could go between them. Maybe he would be the one to break her from her father’s grasp.
Yeah, right. Stupid, Sarina. There is no future with him. Father would kill him first.
Still, a part of her hoped.
Vane returned with a pack slung over his shoulder, his chest clean, and jeans on with the zipper open. He looked good enough to eat. His feet were bare and the sight of him practically naked made her breasts grow heavy and her nipples hard.
The slow smile he gave her was sexy and all too knowing.
Chapter 8
Vane returned to find Sarina slicing some fruit. She crooked a finger at him with a sexy smile, and he came to her without hesitation, his pack landing on the floor with a thunk.
He leaned over her and pressed a soft kiss to her neck. A moment later, his teeth sank into her neck. He bit just hard enough to mark her, and her heart raced. He broke away and looked at her with an expression that dared her to question his bite.
He looked down at the fruit. “Hungry? Here, let me help you. I’ll feed you,” he said, pulling out a chair and sitting in it. He “helped her” by pulling her to sit across his lap. Sarina stifled a moan at the feel of his cock prodding her ass. The man had insatiable stamina.
He pulled the tray of fruit over and picked up a piece of sliced strawberry. Bringing the juicy slice to her lips, Vane traced her lips with the sweet morsel before pushing it in. Watching the red fruit disappear, his eyes darkened with a look so fiercely possessive, she shivered. She chewed slowly; his eyes traced the movement of her throat working.
When he picked up a slice of banana, she unconsciously moved closer to him, her hands grabbing his shoulders. The hard muscles under her hands tightened at her touch. She closed her eyes in pleasure. So strong, so utterly male.
Vane counted to ten to keep from taking her. With each delicate chew, with each soft lick off his fingertips, and each gentle push of his finger into her hot mouth his cock pulsed and throbbed like a fever. How did she make him feel like he was always on the verge of an orgasm?
He ached to have his cock replace his finger. He wanted to laugh at the thought that he was jealous of his own finger, but he couldn’t bring himself to as Sarina’s eyes closed in pleasure. He wanted to feed her by hand like this always. Wanted to capture and kill meat just to pull it apart and offer it to her tempting pink lips. He fed her more and could only watch, transfixed, as her scent grew thicker and her body softer with each bite. So fucking sexy….
As the last piece of fruit slipped past her soft lips, Vane barely managed to let her finish chewing before he was on her.
His mouth devoured hers. Tongues dueled, h
is aching to taste the fruit from her, hers aching to taste more of his potent masculinity. He lifted his mouth from hers only to capture it again, sliding deeper, faster into her.
One strong hand grasped her breast through the silky scrap of cloth that barely covered her. She gasped at the familiar way in which he touched her, like he’d been doing it forever. He pinched her nipple gently as he changed the angle of his kiss. She moaned and kissed him back harder, pushing her achy breast into the hand.
He groaned at her passion, tried to tell himself to take it easy, go slow, and let her be in charge. He could hurt her so easily, could be inside her so quickly. But with each wet caress of her little tongue on his, his shields shattered piece by piece.
His hand left her breast to caress the smooth expanse of her back and hips. So soft and lean, so fucking perfect. A curvaceous masterpiece that he yearned to worship.
Her mouth broke away from his to rain hot, wet kisses over his neck. With each press of her lips, each teasing lick, and hot, shallow breath, his shields cracked like dominos falling. He would take her, be inside her in a heartbeat, if he wasn’t careful.
Sarina touched him everywhere. She ran her hands over his arms and delighted in the bulges and curves of hard muscle. Her cycle was spinning fast inside her.
Soft hands traced over his back, down the slopes of muscle and broad shoulders and around to his hard chest and firm nipples. The crisp dark hairs of his chest tickled her palms. She wanted to rub her naked breasts over that hard wall just to see how it feels.
“Vane,” she whispered, her voice thick with need. Her cycle was back full force. Her pussy tightened and wetted itself for what it needed. Her scent went from delectable to absolutely luscious.
And then the last domino fell. No longer could he hold his beast at bay. It roared to the edge like a caged lion.
