She opened her mouth and Janco eased closer, his cock bumping her cheek to start with and then finding its way to her open, waiting mouth. She sucked on him and Keane lined up with her cunt, driving in, filling her fully. She moaned around Janco’s cock and he gasped, his hands going to her hair. He pumped in and out of her mouth, controlling the movements as she was pinned on her back, his brother deep in her pussy. Keane took one of her nipples into his mouth and the pleasure rushed through her stomach, centering on her womb. She felt so good, so wanted, so wanton and free.
There was the quickest of pricks near her nipple and she gasped, pulling off Janco’s cock a moment. Janco caressed her cheek, leading her lips back to his cock. “He is claiming you, my sweet. He draws blood from you and then he will say the words as he fills you with his seed.”
She didn’t panic. Strangely, she wanted everything Janco described. She wanted even more than that. She kissed the tip of his dick. “What about you? Will you claim me too?”
Keane released his bite on her breast, his cock still deep in her. “Hannah, I claim thee as my mate, to walk beside me for eternity.” He pushed in deep, coming hard inside her. Her body orgasmed and she cried out, taking hold of Janco’s cock and stroking it as she did.
Magic flared around them as did a wind that seemed to pull at her gut. The power yanked at her and then she felt it slamming into Keane first, then Janco. Both men jerked. Keane pulled free from her and lifted her, holding her in his arms, as if trying to protect her from the force of what was happening around them.
Janco grabbed at her hips and she sensed his desperation, his raw need of her. She didn’t fight him as he pulled at her, forcing her to hands and knees, her cheek pressed to Keane’s chest, her ass in the air.
Janco didn’t bother with preparing her body. He rammed his long, hard cock into her pussy and began pounding into her with animal lust. Her jaw dropped and she put a hand on Keane’s chest, her gaze meeting his. “He… needs to claim me… too.”
“I know,” whispered Keane, sitting before her, putting his legs to both sides of her. His sated cock was right there before her. She dipped her head and took all of him, including his ball sac, into her mouth. His cock began to lengthen quickly, forcing her to take less of it. Janco continued to pound into her from behind.
Keane held the sides of her head. “Brother, bite her and say the words.”
“K-Keane?” Janco asked, seeming to strain behind her.
“Do it!” Keane demanded.
Janco leaned his body over Hannah’s and she moved her hips, grinding against his cock. His front pressed to her back and she felt the sharpest of pinches on her shoulder. She knew he’d bitten her and that he was drinking her blood. It turned her on more. She sucked on Keane harder.
Janco roared and pulled his mouth from her shoulder. “Mine! Hannah, I claim thee as my mate, to walk beside me for eternity.”
The wind around them increased, as did the power. Hannah couldn’t take any more. Pleasure tore free from her as her orgasm gripped hold of her. Janco slammed into her, holding firm, releasing into her just as Keane’s cock twitched in her mouth. Hot, warm seed bathed her throat and she swallowed it down.
With a slow breath, she pulled off Keane’s cock and looked up at him. “Are we mated?”
He glanced at his brother and then back at her. “Yes. We are all bound to one another.”
Her brows met.
“You, my light,” he said, touching her lips, “have two husbands.”
She gasped.
They laughed.
Chapter Eleven
One Month Later…
Hannah still wasn’t sure this was a good idea. She’d been against introducing Keane and Janco with their formal titles—her mates—to her slayer “family” from the start. She’d called Preyca and spoke with her in detail on the matter and let the initial shock settle in on her friend. After much yelling, threatening to bring in outside “aunt” intervention and then a lot of questions, Preyca seemed to come around. Though she had yet to meet the brothers under the knowledge of who and what they were.
Keane held Hannah’s left hand while Janco stood by her right side, his hand on her hip as Preyca approached. They’d decided to meet where it had all began for them—the cemetery. That had been Hannah’s choice and a way she could insert her quirky personality into the mix.
Keane and Janco still didn’t understand most of her modern slang sayings or her off-beat ways but they accepted her and treated her like a queen. One month ago she’d been a virgin. Now she was the prized possession of two sexy immortals. And she liked knowing she belonged to them. That they’d marked her, mating her to them for eternity. She understood now what the mating meant. They would never stray from her bed. They would never treat her wrong. They would die to protect her.
As any man should for his woman.
The only catch had been her calling. They saw it more as her putting herself in harm’s way. She saw as it as a way to keep her sanity. Without it she’d surely go mad. She had to hunt evil and put it in its place. It’s who she was. They were working the kinks out but allowing her to police her sector nightly. Though both came with her.
Men.
Janco rubbed her hip. “I see your friend.”
Hannah didn’t and had to wait until Preyca was closer. She smiled and stayed still, letting Preyca take in the sight of her with the two men. Preyca neared, shook her head, put one hand on a hip and said, “I’ve given this a whole lot of thought. Where do I sign up for a brother sandwich?”
Hannah smiled and raced into her friend’s arms. Everything would work out just fine. “I’ll see who they know and what I can come up with.”
THE END
About the Author
Paranormal romance at its hottest!
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Trading Teon (The Beast Masters Series)
By
Reagan Hawk
Trading Teon (The Beast Masters Series)
The Beast Masters Series, Book 1
Garon and Lorne, shapeshifting males of the Ralenium race, are fierce guns for hire in the universe. When a cargo ship transporting women charged with crimes by the Galactic Star Union arrives on their planet, the men make the traders an offer they can’t refuse. Planet Ralen is sorely lacking in women, and the males have an inborn desire to dominate, to tame females and to reproduce. When their inner beasts’ clocks start ticking and the burning need to spread their seed consumes them, they go on the hunt for the perfect female. Too bad both men want the same woman.
Teon, a lady with a place in high society, thought life as she knew it was over when she was wrongfully charged with a crime by her stepmother. A prisoner en route to a barren planet to serve her sentence, she’s presented with an opportunity to start over again on the planet Ralen. The catch is she has to be willing to be claimed by two males. Not just any males mind you, two burning hunks who are ready to fight to the death if need be to share her bed.
The Beast Masters Series
Trading Teon
Securing Sara
Rescuing Reya
Capturing Clara
Binding Bree
Warning
Novella contains graphic language, light BDSM play/themes, extreme alpha male shifters who cannot wait to get a collar on their female to brand her as theirs for life, women willing to submit and scorching hot sex scenes. If you don’t like strong men who take control in the bedroom and sometimes out, or if you’re in the market for long, drawn-out plots, this isn’t the series for you. This novella is hot and dirty and won’t apologize for that fact.
Disclaimer
This book is a work of fiction and is not meant to be a how-to book or a manual to the BDSM/fetish lifestyle. It is merely meant to be read and provide a mental escape for your enjoyment. Always practice safe sex and never enter into BD
SM play without proper knowledge and understanding of the lifestyle and a trained, trusted practitioner to guide you through it all. Serious injury or death could result from improper BDSM/fetish play. Safe, sane and consensual (SSC) is a must. The Raven Books and its authors, owners and operators are not responsible for any injuries or death that may occur from improper use of techniques or information found within this document.
Chapter One
Garon of Ralen neared the outer quadrant’s guard tower. The path to it was well-worn, unlike some of the other paths on Ralen. Regardless of how used the path was, the forests of Ralen were known to be fast-growing. The huge, deep blue of the leaves of the talium tree were starting to turn yellow on the ends, a sign of the season change coming upon them. Soon the area would see temperature drops. And soon enough the primal heat would be upon many of the men.
Garon reached the tower and ascended the staircase. He entered to check in on the guards stationed there. They’d reported a craft on radar, and since no crafts were scheduled for arrival it had raised a red flag. Ralen wasn’t a planet offworlders dared to arrive at without proper protocol. The Ralen warriors were known to blow things out of the sky first and ask questions later. They were a proud, fierce race. A race known throughout the galaxy.
He leaned over one of the males to survey the screen and grunted as he spotted the shape of the vessel nearing their orbit. Cursed stars. This was the last thing he wanted to deal with today.
Lorne, a seasoned warrior and trusted friend, entered the guard tower. “I heard we have visitors. Any news on who or what they are?”
Garon tapped the screen. “Looks to be a salvage ship.”
“Or traders,” said Lorne, disgust evident.
None of the men were too keen on the salvagers but traders weren’t much higher on the like scale. Both were basically pirates of the skies and tended to deal in goods that were too hot to touch. Since Ralen boasted a planet of fierce warriors, they were often left untouched by the Galactic Guards—free to do as they pleased.
“Sir,” one of the men seated at his station said. “Should I alert the planet-to-air defense team?”
It was on the tip of Garon’s tongue to say yes, but he held back. He glanced to Lorne. “It’s been too many moon cycles since we last had a shipment of women. Think it could be some?”
Lorne worried his jaw and then tipped his head, his long, blond hair falling over one shoulder. “Perhaps. We could allow the vessel to land and see.”
Garon nodded in agreement. He touched the man’s shoulder at the station. “Open the landing platform two.” He looked to Lorne. “It would be wise if an armed team greeted the vessel.”
“Of course,” replied Lorne. “Jaston and his men are on duty now. I’ll send them.”
“Perfect. Tell them we’ll meet them there.”
Garon, Lorne said, using the mind path common to their kind. If women are aboard…
I know. I will see to it any price is paid.
With that Lorne pivoted and left the tower. Garon remained long enough to watch the slow descent of the vessel upon the screen before him. From its sluggish movements and shape he was fast beginning to suspect it was Voxenites, a race of opportunistic bottom feeders who did whatever they had to in order to turn a profit. They’d taken to human trafficking hundreds of years ago and little had been done to stop them. Truth was, planets such as Ralen depended upon them.
Ralenium males far outnumbered females, and nothing the men did lured women willingly to their planet. They were simply too far out on the edges of the quadrants to offer any appeal. They weren’t proud of the fact. It was what it was.
“Sir?” the man at the station asked. “Is it traders? With women?”
There was no mistaking the note of hope in his voice. Galen patted the younger warrior’s shoulder. “Let us hope. Stay and man the station. Should it be traders with women, a summons shall be sent forth.”
The other guards shared a look with the young one. Garon knew hopes would be high and he hated to dash them. The men needed something to look forward to.
He left the tower and made his way down the path in the direction of the landing bays. The outer force field was in the process of retracting. Its opening would be timed perfectly with the vessel’s landing.
While they had technologies, some of the finest in the galaxy, they preferred to do many things the way their ancestors of old did. They did not use any type of craft for surface travel on their planet. They preferred to use their shifted beast forms or that of domesticated animals. It was kinder to their planet.
They’d seen too many planets fall victim to their own advancements to want to see the beauty of Ralen snuffed out.
He spotted Lorne with Jaston and the team of Ralenium men all armed and surrounding the landing pad. They stayed back a safe distance, already knowing what would come next.
There was a flash of red light, and then a popping noise signaling the main control tower was now in control of the vessel’s power and its system. There was no chance the vessel could fire upon them this way and zero chance it could leave without permission.
Lorne motioned to Garon and then pointed to the vessel’s side symbol.
As Garon suspected—Voxenites.
If they came bearing anything other than women, they would find the men ready to hang them by their scaly, webbed feet. None of the Ralenium men thought much of the Voxenites. They were a means to an end. Nothing more.
The ship sputtered to a stop, its engines cutting out with a loud groan. Garon sighed. If the ship refused to start back up, there was no way the traders would be welcome to stay until it was fixed.
Garon moved with a quickened pace in the direction of Jaston and the other on-duty guard team. Jaston nodded and then hurried into the main control center.
If their suspicions proved true and the ship carried women, then it was a joyous day. If not, then the security team needed to be prepared. One never knew what one might encounter this far on the edges of the galaxy. Often the area was looked upon as lawless. Often it was.
Garon left the landing bays and entered the main control center and found Jaston near the monitor booth. The relays from the outer towers were no doubt reaching the main control center. Jaston glanced up and made eye contact with Lorne.
“Does Garon have orders?”
Lorne took a deep breath. “He does. Be prepared with your men and ready to greet our visitors.”
“Of course,” answered Jaston, his expression knowing. He relayed the message to one of the men closest to him and then covered the distance between him and Lorne. Jaston lowered his voice. “Traders with females?”
“Garon thinks perhaps it might be.”
Jaston’s jaw set. He nodded and stepped away.
Lorne knew the warrior would show no signs of hope. He knew Jaston was too seasoned to ever let on to his true feelings. All the men were desperate for more women to arrive. This wasn’t news. It was fact. None would risk getting their hopes up. Not yet.
Chapter Two
The ship thundered and then sputtered to a stop as it landed. Teon pushed at the rusted walls of her cell, frantically looking around, wondering when the slave traders would come for her. She was no fool. She knew what they were. They weren’t true Galactic Guards. They may have the badge and weapons, but under it all they were slave traders, pure and simple. Her hands, long since bruised and cut from the conditions of her cell, bled more as they scraped over the rough walls. She whimpered, the bite of pain a harsh reminder of her living conditions.
At least she was clean finally and out of the rags they’d been keeping her in. The traders had forced all the women into one large bathing chamber where they set about decontaminating them.
Her lips curled.
They wanted their goods clean and presentable. She’d been wrongfully accused of a crime, whisked away on a ship to be sent to a correctional facility in the far reaches of space, and then, before she reached her destination, her hol
ders made a stop, selling her and so many of the other woman to the slave traders for nearly nothing.
Teon lowered her gaze. She could cry. The tears were there, ready and willing to fall but they’d do nothing. She knew. She’d shed enough already to no avail. The clothing she was in barely qualified, and by her people’s standards she was nearly naked. She was a lady. Not some street walker. Even the harlots who worked in the pleasing dens on her world dressed in more material than the slave traders had her in. The material was sheer, allowing others to see her nipples and her sex. They’d shaved the hair from her pussy, leaving only a strip of it down the center. They’d cleaned the hair from her legs and armpits as well.
One of the traders appeared. His head, very fish-like, was totally lacking in hair. They always wore masks of sorts unless they had tiny metal clips over the tiny holes where a nose should be. His eyes were slits and often his cheeks puffed out, reminding her of puffer fishes of old from Earth. He and the others like him sickened her. It wasn’t their appearance. She was used to non-humanoids. It was their mentality that revolted her. The fact they made a living in the most deplorable way—by slave trading.
“Come,” he said, the word drawn out in something of a hiss as he waved an electric prod at her. She’d been poked with it and shocked more times than she could count. As far as they were concerned, she had a bad attitude and she knew they’d be looking to unload her cheaply. That worried her. She wasn’t a prize in their eyes, and that meant she very well could end up in the hands of even worse universe trolls.
She followed him as he led her down the long, dark corridor. She spotted several other female prisoners and their gazes met. The women looked terrified. She was too, but only to a point. Life on the prison planets was no life at all. She’d heard the horror stories. She’d seen the transmission sent out when the prison planets culled their populations—often allowing races who fed upon humanoids to come and “enjoy the buffet”. Even being sold into the sex-slave industry was an end more desirable than a prison planet. Everyone knew that.
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