Securing Sara (The Beast Masters Series) (7 page)

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.”

He was right. Malock was less forceful and less direct. He nodded. “What of you and your woman?”

Garon stiffened. “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?”

Garon tapped Jaston’s shoulder. “Yes. When the claiming occurs, all barriers you have drop. You are left raw, wanting, feeling, needing and, strangely enough, loving.”

Jaston wasn’t sure he believed Garon, no matter how seasoned a warrior he was.

“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.”

*

Sara stretched lazily on the bed. Malock had filled her mouth with his seed more than once while he’d assisted her with bathing. She’d thought he’d take his leave of her. Instead, he stepped out of the room only to return with trays of food and a hungry look upon his face. She smiled. “Haven’t you had enough yet?”

His gaze locked on her pussy. “Never. Tell me something.”

She propped herself on one elbow. “Yes?”

“Is the hair that grows upon your mons as fire-like as the hair upon your head?”

She giggled. “It is.”

He looked excited. “Then you should permit it to grow.”

“You’d like that, huh?”

“Very much.” He set the tray down and climbed upon the bed. His cock bobbed and she found herself reaching out for it, stroking him. He moved up and over her and she opened her legs to him. “You are wet for me already. I can smell it.”

She felt wanton and naughty. “I am.”

His gaze flickered over her. He cupped her breast tightly, squeezing to just this side of pain. “When Jaston returns he will want time with you. Time to bond to you. Time to see if his seed will take root.”

“I’m hardly a baby-making machine,” she said with a grin.

“Have you children?” he asked.

She shook her head.

He cupped her breast harder. “Mating and reproducing is a necessity for us. Without it, The Heat overtakes us.”

“The Heat?” she asked, arching her back to him. She wanted his cock in her once more. She was a dirty girl who liked sex far too much. She knew that but she didn’t care. She wanted his cock now.

He bit at her lower lip, his powerful body above her, teasing her. His cock nudged at her entrance. “It is a sickness that afflicts the males of my race. When it takes hold there is nothing that can be done. We turn to beast form and lose our humanity. We leave others no choice but to hunt us and end us.”

She cringed and touched his cheek, just below his scar. “That is so sad.”

He nodded and then closed his eyes for a moment. “Sara.”

“Yes?”

He pushed the head of his cock into her and then held still. “Jaston and I suffer from The Heat already. Jaston even more so than me. If he does not finish a bonding soon, he will be lost to us.”

Her chest tightened. She wrapped her legs around Malock’s waist, forcing him deeper into her. “What does bonding entail?”

“We would bite you while we fuck you,” he said candidly. “Between our bite and our semen you would be bound to us. Then, when the time is right, we would collar you.”

“Collar me?” she asked, still uneasy with the idea.

He kissed her lips. “For us, collars are much like wedding bands some of the Earth colonies use. They represent the bond, the commitment. It is a great honor to be collared. To be collared by two males would be even more so.”

She ran her thumbs over his lips. “And if I let the two of you collar me, this Heat thing would stop for you both?”

He nodded. “And it would totally go away once we father a child. Then it would just be our normal need for sex—you know, only around four to five times a day rather than nearly nonstop.”

Her body already ached. She couldn’t imagine sex that much. She eased herself up, taking even more of his cock. “Fuck me, Malock. Fuck me and bond to me.”

He tensed. “I cannot. Not bond. Not yet. Not without Jaston. He has first rights to you.”

She didn’t pretend to understand their ways. “He left. He doesn’t want me.”

“He wants you greatly and you know as much. You toy with his emotions, saying you wish to remain here when it is plain to see you wish to be wherever he is.”

Malock was right.

She reached around and swatted his backside. “You talk too much. Fuck me.”

“Needy wench,” he said as he rammed into her.

Chapter Eleven

Jaston slammed the door of his personal dwelling. It had been one week since he’d last seen Sara and Malock. A week since he’d left the torn-apart guard tower and returned to the House of Pleasure, only to be informed by Utan that Malock had left with Sara. A week since Jaston had then rushed into the forest and spent that time in beast form, attempting to clear his mind and chase away The Heat. It had not worked.

He stormed down the long hall towards his bathing chambers with the intent to wash away the week’s worth of grime. He drew up short as he caught scent of a female. Not just any female—his.

Sara.

He spun and threw open the doorway to his food preparation area. Sara twisted fast and gasped. She held her hands close to her chest and then relaxed when she saw it was him. The next thing Jaston knew she was covering the distance to him and throwing her arms up and around his neck. She hugged him tight and he found himself returning the hug.

She smelled good. Better than he remembered. His yalenise was in his arms again.

She eased off him and it was then he realized she was crying. Rage tore through him. “Malock harmed you? I will kill him!”

She grabbed his upper arms. “Stop. No! He didn’t hurt me. He’s out looking for you. A bunch of men are. They thought… they thought…”

She looked away.

Jaston sighed. They assumed him taken by The Heat as his brother had been.

He touched Sara’s cheek and wiped away her tears. “I am well.”

She hugged him again and he found himself embracing her quickly, enjoying the feel of her tiny frame pressed against his body. “I was so worried. We all were. We’d wanted to surprise you when we left Utan’s, so we came back here to prepare for the bonding and then you never came home. You just—”

He caught her by the upper arms and jerked her back with measured care. “You what?”

Her eyes widened.

He blinked. “You returned here with Malock? You prepped for the bonding?”

She nodded.

“But you dislike me.”

She laughed and then slapped his chest lightly. “Hardly.”

He was beyond confused.

Sara went to her tiptoes and tugged on him. He bent his head and she kissed his lips gently. “I more than like you, Jaston. Now please bathe. You smell horrible.”

“You will not go? You will be here when I am done?”

She smiled wider. “I’ll come in and help you.”

He bent and lifted her, wanting to make sure she couldn’t run from him. She wanted him. The thought pleased him greatly and helped to calm the beast somewhat. Jaston kicked open the bathing chamber door and Sara gasped in his arms. He grinned down at her, his gaze going to her low stomach. He paused, wondering how many times Malock had spilled his seed within her.

She touched his cheek. “He came on my belly and my breasts.”

His brows met. “You heard my thoughts?”

“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.