Lorne added another finger in his exploration of her pussy, and she moaned around Garon’s dick. Lorne pulled back and spanked her more. Each swat, each blow with his palm sent tingles of need racing through her body. She was a bad girl and she was dirty. And she loved every second of the men proving as much.
Garon pumped into her mouth to the point she wasn’t sure she could take it anymore. He roared and the sound made everything come to a grinding halt. Lorne moved quickly from his spot to the side of his friend. “Garon, go, shift and run free. You risk harming her here.”
Garon pulled his cock from her mouth and stared down at her, his eyes now fully blue. There was something there, something in his gaze that spoke to how sorry he was to be losing control. What she saw moved her.
Teon twisted on the bed and lay flat on her back, opening her legs wide to him. She reached down and spread the lips of her pussy. “I want you.”
Lorne shook his head. “Teon, no. The Heat is upon him. He could…”
Garon moved forward, cock in hand. He worked her cunt with his fingers until her body relaxed more. He put the tip of his cock to her entrance and pushed into her. He held still for a moment and she arched up, wanting more of what he was offering. She’d waited so long for this—for full sex.
With every thrust deeper inside her, her body relaxed more and more, accommodating him until she fully encased his cock with her warmth. He filled her completely and tears fell down her temples, less from pain than from the overwhelming emotions washing over her. This man who had been a stranger to her now shared the most intimate thing with her—himself. Lifting her legs, she fought the rush of feelings that continued to pour over her as she took him deeper.
He ground into her, pounding, pumping, making the bed move with his strength and making her body tingle with pleasure. He dropped his head to her neck and nipped playfully at it. Excitement tore through her, adding to the sensations his cock was already giving her. It was all too much. Too intense. Too overwhelming. Too exactly what she’d been waiting for all her life.
She felt like jelly beneath him as pleasure continued to fill her every limb. She couldn’t take much more. She needed release. Garon roared again and Lorne moved quickly to their sides. Teon knew he was close to protect her should things go south. A strange, full trust came over her.
She surrendered fully, one hand going to Garon’s chest and the other seeking out Lorne’s cock. She jerked on it as Garon fucked her into sweet oblivion. Her orgasm struck full force and she cried out. Garon kept going, kept pummeling her body perfectly. Spent and unable to go on, Teon found herself drifting off to sleep.
Lorne laughed and bent, turning her head so his lips could meet hers. He bit at her lower lip. “Flower, do not close your eyes just yet. For when Garon is done expending his seed in you, I get to spank your ass more and then do the same.”
Her eyes closed fully.
He laughed more, waking her again.
Her body was numb. Numb with pleasure and the endless pumping of Garon. She squeezed her legs and Garon roared once more, rooting himself in her. His cock twitched and she felt his liquid heat bathing her womb. There was a sharp pinching in her left shoulder, and then at the same moment one happened on her right. She opened her heavy lids to find both men’s heads buried on her shoulders.
They bit me was the last thought she recalled before sleep won out.
When she stirred back awake, it was to find both men wrapped around her protectively. Teon exhaled. She’d been worried they’d take what they wanted from her sexually and abandon her. Finding them with her, their arms firmly locked around her sated body, eased her fears. The same surge of trust she’d felt during sex returned, and she snuggled in deeper against them and smiled to herself.
All those months aboard the slave traders’ ship and she’d never dreamed the outcome would be this. She had imagined every horrid scenario. None had included what she’d found with Garon and Lorne.
Lorne stirred awake. He kissed her cheek. “Sleep, flower. You need rest and then we shall feed you and bathe you.”
She couldn’t help but smile wider. Such strong, powerful men wanted to take care of her. She tipped her head against his chest.
He breathed into her hair. “And know that I too shall fuck that pretty little cunt of yours soon enough.”
Her smiled managed to broaden.
Chapter Eight
Garon surveyed the scene in the guard tower. It was a mess. Various computers lay in pieces and the door was broken outward. Jaston stood by his side, shaking his head. “What has occurred?”
“My guess would be the males stationed here fought,” Garon replied.
“Over the females?”
With a snort, Garon nodded. “Many incidences have been reported since their arrival. I am told you and Malock had more than words.”
Shuffling his feet, Jaston inclined his head. “It is true.”
“Over the female with hair of fire, I presume,” offered Garon.
Jaston bent and picked up a broken receiver. “Yes. Over Sara.”
“Have you mated her?”
Jaston looked horrified at the idea. “She will not allow me near her. Her temper is that of a ganorian beast who has not been fed.”
Tossing his head back, Garon laughed and patted his friend on the shoulder. Jaston was feared by many and known for his fighting skills. To see him leery of a small female was amusing, to say the least. “A ganorian beast, you say? Truly?”
“I think I do not do her moods justice. She dislikes me greatly.”
“I did not sense dislike upon her when she arrived. I recall the scent of arousal,” Garon stated.
“Making her wet and making her happy are two very different things. She likes my cock just fine. Me, not so much. She is not one who submits easily as I’d hoped she might be.” Something hung in the air unspoken.
“But she submits to Malock?”
Jaston’s gaze lit with fire. “Yes.”
“And this displeases you? You wish not to share?”
The warrior toyed with the broken receiver. “I wish for her to accept my needs and to accept me. She seems at ease with Malock. Why should I be different?”
Garon sighed. “Jaston, you are strong willed. You expect those around you to bend to the point of breaking. Perhaps she is not so easily broken. Malock’s approach to everything has always been less direct than yours.”
Jaston seemed to mull it over before nodding. He exhaled. “What of you and your woman?”
Garon’s chest tightened at the thought of Teon. “She is naturally submissive. She has accepted my claim and Lorne’s.”
“This is joyous news! We should celebrate.”
“Not just yet,” Garon said. “First I must see to it she understands what has occurred. I fear her Earth ways limit her knowledge of our mating rituals.”
“Do you feel for her?” Jaston asked. “Does she stir your beast side as well?”
“She moves every side of me in ways I did not believe possible. I did not expect to be able to offer what I know her kind requires.”
Jaston flinched. “Love.”
“Yes. Earth women and their love.” Garon smiled. “It seems it is easier to give than one would believe.”
“Yes?” Hope edged the word.
Garon tapped Jaston’s shoulder once more. “Yes. When the claiming occurs, all barriers you have drop. You are left raw, wanting, feeling, needing and, strangely enough, loving.”
Jaston appeared skeptical.
Garon couldn’t blame him. He’d have never believed it had he not lived it. “Now, let us track down the ones responsible for this and get back to our women. Lorne and I have a surprise in store for Teon. I am anxious to return to her and gift it upon her.”
*
Teon finished the last of dinner clean up and wandered around Garon’s expansive kitchen area. It was grand like pictures from Old Earth. While the kitchen had technologies, it seemed better suited for coo
king meals from scratch rather than requesting a computer to materialize them. That was better in her opinion. Too many sicknesses had been traced back to food technologies on Earth. One such sickness had killed thousands.
She found she liked using her hands, and ingredients local to Ralen. On Earth, servants had always cooked her meals. Here, she created the dishes they dined upon.
She was happy. Happier than she really should be considering how she’d come to be on Ralen. It had been one week since the slave trader ship had dumped her off there. One week of endless pleasures at the hands of two men. Though Lorne had yet to fuck her with his cock. He kept threatening it as he would spank her and eat her pussy.
The buildup was killing her.
Garon seemed to love nothing more than thrusting his cock into her. At least four times a day he would seek her out when breaks in his work permitted, all so he could push her against a wall and fuck her until she nearly passed out again. The man was truly a beast but in the best possible way. One of his favorite things to do was watch as Lorne spanked her ass. She liked knowing Garon enjoyed it too. Liked knowing she could turn him on.
She turned the hallway corner and stopped as she spotted Lorne home and exiting a room that had remained locked since her arrival. It was the only room in the house she’d not yet been in, and that was saying something considering just how large a home Garon had.
Lorne had moved his things in within a day of her arrival, and already they were living nicely as a threesome unit.
She touched her neck.
The bite marks had healed quickly.
Too quickly.
The men had been reluctant to explain why they’d bitten her, why it had caused such an intense orgasm in her and why they’d healed over so fast.
Lorne caught sight of her and smiled wide. He crooked a finger. “Come, flower.”
Flower.
She loved the nickname they’d taken to calling her.
She went quickly to him and kneeled before him. It felt right to give both men her complete surrender. She liked it and they seemed to as well.
Lorne put a hand in her hair. “Come, my flower. We have a gift for you.”
She stood and followed him into the room that had previously been off limits to her. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust and her brain to compute all she was seeing. It was a sex room.
She’d read of these on Earth. Of the sin and debauchery that took place in them. Of the pain and the pleasure they could offer.
There was a bar suspended from the ceiling with chains on each side. Each chain held a restraint. Lorne clicked a finger and pointed to it. “Stand there. I wish to cuff you.”
Garon appeared in the doorway, looking winded. “Good. I feared I would be late to the fun.”
Lorne smiled wide. “Never.”
Teon did as instructed and Lorne handcuffed her wrists, leaving her arms spread wide above her head. He stepped around her, and with one yank he shredded the thin shift she wore. If fell free from her body, leaving her naked and exposed before them.
Her nipples responded.
Both men eased even closer.
Garon took point. “Teon, you bear our marks upon your flesh. You have our scent and now you shall wear our collar for all to know you belong to us. Are you agreeable to this?”
She bit at her inner cheeks, tears threatening to fall. Of course she was agreeable. She wanted to be theirs in all ways possible. She nodded. “Y-yes.”
Lorne slinked up behind her, suddenly naked, his cock probing the cleft of her ass. “Do you understand what he said?”
“That I’ll be your pet,” she returned.
“Far, far more than that,” Lorne corrected. He touched her shoulder where he’d bitten her during sex. “Do you remember this? Where my teeth sank into your flesh?”
Oh stars above, did she remember. She was practically dripping wet just thinking about it again. She squirmed in place and he pinched her ass hard, making her cream even more.
“Does my dirty girl remember?”
“Yes,” she choked out. “I remember.”
Garon cupped her breasts and then pinched her nipples, gaining her attention. “And do you recall my bite?”
“Yes,” she said as cream dripped down her inner thighs.
Both men inhaled deeply.
“Our flower is naughty,” Lorne said to Garon.
Garon laughed. “Very. Do you recall, Teon?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“For our people it is a claiming,” Garon stated. “It is likened to your Earthly custom of marriage.”
She tensed. They’d claimed her? They’d basically married her the first day they’d had her? As her mind raced and their expressions confirmed her questions, the tears began to fall.
Garon touched her cheek. “This displeases you?”
“No,” she said between tears. “It’s pleases me. A whole hell of a lot.”
Lorne tossed his head back and laughed before swatting her ass again. “Good because you have been a…” He looked to Garon for assistance.
“Married woman,” Garon supplied.
“Yes, married woman for a week now. And it is past time we collar you, flower.”
“Oh stars yes, collar me,” she begged.
Lorne stepped to the side and when he returned to her, it was with a paddle of sorts in hand. He licked his lower lip. “First, I am going to spank that pretty ass and turn that gorgeous skin pink. Then, you will be fucked and collared by us both.”
He moved behind her and she heard the swoosh of the paddle before it connected with her bare bottom. Pain raced through her, exciting her. She was such a dirty girl. She got off so hard on the sting that followed each swat. She wiggled her butt, wanting more. Lorne obliged. He spanked her sweetly with the paddle, making her body come alive with need.
By the time he was done, her ass was red and her cunt was so wet she could barely stand it. Lorne ran his fingers through her cream and then propelled his fingers into her ass. She cried out. Nothing had been there before. It felt so good. So wanton.
She moved, pushing her ass onto his hand more. He laughed and put his lips to her ear. “My cock will replace my fingers.”
“Yes!”
Garon stripped before her and then bent, biting her nipples lightly. He looked up at her. “I shall continue to be who releases in your womb. We have decided you will birth my son first. Then Lorne’s. Yes?”
Her body was so hot and horny, all she could do was nod. She’d do anything for them. Anything for the men who were with her now.
Garon lifted her and her legs went instantly around his waist. “You chase away The Heat, my flower,” he said, before driving his cock into her pussy.
Lorne stepped against her back, and the next thing she knew his cock was pressing against her ass. “And you shall chase mine away as well.”
She tensed.
Lorne bit her shoulder lightly and the pain excited her more, relaxing her body. He thrust into her dark channel. She cried out, feeling as if she’d burst. The men pumped in and out of her like the sexy beasts they were. They fucked her to the point she truly thought she’d collapse and sleep for weeks. Her body pulsed with pleasure as multiple orgasms wracked her system.
She could barely keep her head up as Lorne drove in hard and released into her ass. Garon’s mouth captured hers as he filled her womb, bathing it in his seed. She panted as their kiss ended.
He stared at her with an odd expression. “Flower.”
“Mmm, yes,” she managed.
“You stir emotions in me,” Garon said.
Lorne laughed as he swatted her ass again. “He tries to say I love you but the words are foreign to him.”
Teon nearly cried again. She would have hugged Garon had her wrists been free. Lorne kissed her upper arm. “I too love you.”
She struggled against the cuffs. “Untie me. I need to hug you both.”
They laughed.
“Not so fast,” Lorn
e said, stepping away and returning with a black leather collar. On it were two pendants. He handed it to Garon. “You are first husband. You do the honors.”
Garon placed the collar around her neck and fastened it. “This remains on you always.”
“Of course,” she said.
“You are ours, Teon,” he said.
“Always,” she returned, so very happy she’d been traded to them.
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
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
Masters of Pleasure Series
A King’s Ransom
A Knight’s Redemption
A Prince’s Captive
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Demonic Desires
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For the last three hundred plus years, Donatus Manlian has been living a peaceful life. Lonely, but peaceful. When the demon he has kept carefully locked within for centuries finally breaks free and responds to Ava’s call, the peace—and the loneliness—are gone. Now Donatus is forced to revisit tragedies long buried as he protects Ava from the evil that pursues her. But another evil lies within him—and now that it’s been awakened, the demon wants free.
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