Текст книги "Breeding Cycle"
Автор книги: T. A. Grey
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Breeding Cycle
The Kategan Alphas 1
By T. A. Grey
Chapter 1
Sarina parted her lips and sucked on the guard’s cock. Jackson closed his eyes in pleasure, his head falling back loosely. Her lips closed tightly around the velvety flesh and tongued a wet path down it. Jackson fisted her hair in two big fists.
Strong, chafed hands grabbed her naked hips, squeezed in sensual promise. Sarina’s core throbbed with arousal at the unspoken threat. The hard cock in her mouth rocked, and she felt the familiar hard nudge against her wet slit. Moaning she pushed back, begging.
“Damn, Sarina. You’re so fucking hot,” said the deep, gruff voice from behind her. Jacob had very special talents, one of which he was about to put to use. His strong hands left her hips to cover her breasts. Sure fingers tugged her nipples until she squirmed against the cock that rested against her entrance.
Jackson made sure she didn’t forget her job by thrusting home in the hot heat of her mouth. She suctioned her mouth, pulling hard on the skin of his cock. He tugged her hair in response or warning, she didn’t know which.
Jacob fit himself to her and pushed in, filling her full. He didn’t waste any time, he knew what they both wanted and pounded into her tight channel.
Sarina lost herself in the sensual fog. Salty seed leaked over her tongue, making her suck harder. Grunting at the feathery sensation, Jackson thrust his thick cock into the wet heat of her mouth with unabashed pleasure.
Her pussy constricted with the onslaught of her orgasm. Jacob growled in response and hammered into her with hard, drilling thrusts. Heat swarmed over her body, drawing her skin tight as a bowstring. He captured her hips in a tight grasp. She couldn’t escape. She had only one choice, to open her mouth and legs and take what they gave her.
And she did so, eagerly.
Each stroke, each caress sent her higher and higher until something inside her snapped. Sarina moaned over the silken cock in her mouth, the thick length in her pussy, and came in a hot rush of cream. She was flying high into a million pieces.
“I’m gonna cum in your mouth, baby,” Jackson said hoarsely as he rocked his hips and fed her his cock.
Hips rocked faster, grunts sounded above and behind her.
Jackson groaned from deep in his throat and leaned forward to kiss Jacob. That triggered some dark response in all of them. Sarina tasted the first spray of hot cum in her mouth. Her pussy quivered in pleasure as jets of cum drenched her tongue and throat.
The muscles in her sex tightened on Jackson’s cock. He thrust three more times before he shoved deep and shot his load deep into her pussy. Sarina exploded again, a scream tearing from her throat. Her sex pulsed, her thighs quivered, and a flush broke out over her body. Jackson pushed roughly against the tight constriction of her pussy, milking his orgasm from him.
Jacob slowly removed his soft cock from her mouth. She sucked the flesh back in once more making him shudder. He rubbed the slotted tip of his soft cock over her smooth lips, eliciting a groan from Jackson.
Sarina collapsed against the bed, and watched as her guardsmen embraced each other. She loved watching them together. Jackson and Jacob were mated, and they understood her situation. They broke away at the same time before coming down to her with gorgeous, happy smiles. They nuzzled her throat, kissed her cheeks, her face. She would never be with them permanently, but she was satisfied with the pleasure they gave her for now.
“Thank you both. It couldn’t have been better.” She spoke into Jackson’s strong shoulder.
“We certainly don’t mind, Princess Sarina.” Jacob grinned as he ran a hand over the curve of her ass. “But we have to go now. Back to our post before your father is back.” They stood and put their clothes back on, strapping their weapons on last.
A loud voice broke her out of her reverie.
Sarina opened her eyes and heard the slam of a door downstairs followed by her father’s growl. Shoot, shoot, shoot. She went to the mirror and brushed her bed hair. The nap she’d taken had been needed but now she was thinking she should have waited.
Three hard knocks sounded at her door. Ensuring that her outfit was straight and perfect, she lifted her chin and answered calmly.
“Enter.”
Her father opened the door. His tall frame nearly touching the top of the doorframe, and his sky blue eyes were flat with anger. Her father was an Alpha and a King in the lykaen community. The blood in their family was passed down from a long line of royalty.
She hadn’t seen him smile since her mother was alive, and that was over twelve years ago. It no longer pained her to see him like this. Now she understood it. To lose your mate, your one true partner…well, it was no wonder she hadn’t seen him smile in so long.
Coming into the room, he looked around, then sniffed the air. Big hands tightened into fists, and his expression grew angrier. She had the sudden urge to cower and hide. “You’re breeding cycle is too close. Were you not even going to tell me?” Eyes widening, she clasped her hands together. Having the breeding cycle so close was what drove her to have such vivid dreams.
“I was.”
She bowed her head, but he continued as if her answer didn’t matter. “This is your twenty-second year, Sarina. Your breeding cycle is growing more powerful every year.” He stalked to her with angry strides. “You are a female of status. You can’t just take any male, Sarina. You were stupid to let yourself get this close. Any longer and you’d be humping the butler.” He ran a hand through his long hair and took a deep breath. “Need I remind you of your status? Of your importance to the lykaen race?” Averting his angry gaze, she stared down at the dark wood floors. A blush stole over her face, betraying her shame.
At the sight, his voice softened and his features gentled. “For your safety, I’m sending you to the cabin. You will have no personal guard. We can’t risk a pregnancy by a guardsman. Right?” he said, his eyes seeing straight into her. She nodded.
“Of course. I’m sorry, father.”
“You weren’t wrong, Sarina. But something terrible could have happened if you started your breeding cycle here.” He sighed as if the world was on his shoulders. “We cannot risk you having a babe with just anyone. We are member of the Pride and it is our duty to-
To ensure the exceptional health and breeding of the Lykaen species, she finished the lecture in her head.
“To ensure the exceptional health and breeding of the Lykaen species. Until I find a suitable male of breeding this must be the way of things. Pack everything you will need for a week. You will have to stay there alone. I can’t chance leaving the guards with you. The sooner the better.”
“A week alone will actually be much appreciated father. I can use the time to finish up those books that have been stacking up,” she said pointing at her teetering stack of novels. It was a bald face lie, too.
Her father gave the closest thing to a smile she’d seen in awhile and turned to leave. Sarina had to fight to not let the tears fall.
“Be ready in an hour. Your ride will be waiting.”
Waiting until after the door closed behind him, Sarina collapsed into a chair. Her father had no clue how hard it was enduring her cycle alone. The pain. It was so excruciating she pondered offing herself the year before. She covered her face with her hands, rocking herself, until the unspent tears went away. She refused to cry over her father or her responsibilities. Shaking off her unhappiness, she forced a cool smile and packed her belongings.
Another week in tortured agony? She couldn’t wait.
* * *
Sarina sat on the edge of her temporary bed in her father’s expensive country cabin. She gripped the soft comforter as she worked to steady her breaths. Her breasts were aching, heavy, and her nipples hard points. She gasped at the softness of the comforter underneath her hands. She released it quickly, unable to stand the fantastic sensations.
Her breeding cycle was rapidly approaching. Within a few short hours, she would be in full heat. Her eyes shut in ecstasy as her pussy dampened with cream. The breeding cycle brought such unbelievable feelings to her body. Now that she was older, she understood why her father sent her miles away from any man–because she’d never wanted a cock so badly. Each year the pressure inside her grew stronger, more powerful. Her pussy begged to be filled. It was harder and harder to say no, to not go looking for a man.
Closing her eyes, Sarina forced herself to keep her mind away from men, and away from the burning need within her. She would be a slave to it soon enough.
Grabbing her night satchel, she went down to the kitchen. Each step felt like a finger was teasing the outer edge of her panties. She was panting by time she reached the end of the stairs. Walking unsteadily in her heels, she went and poured a glass of red wine. Then another.
And another.
She kicked off her heels and sauntered to the living room, feeling more in control. She turned on the TV and put in the special DVD she’d brought along.
The sofa cushions were soft against her back. A feathery, teasing sensation that made her want to roll in it. She hit play on the remote. The star of the movie, Tony, came on stage wearing absolutely nothing, and her hands strayed to her breasts. The material of her top blocked her from skin-to-skin contact, so she leaned forward to pull that and her skirt off. Sarina relaxed back into the cushions and watched as Tony started sucking the breasts of a busty blonde. It wasn’t quite deliveryman and typical slut, but it was close. More like boss and employee.
She plumped and squeezed her aching breasts and watched the blonde get on her knees to suck on Tony’s stiff cock. Sarina parted her legs, already wet and ready to go. The woman moaned and bobbed over the thick, long cock. Tony petted her breasts gently, shaping and tugging them. There was no passion in his touch, just a casual nonchalance. Sarina wanted to tell him how to really pleasure the blonde, but instead bit her lip and watched as he licked a path down to her hard nipples. He sucked the tips hard, his cheeks hollowing before massaging the oversized tits.
Sarina rubbed her own nipples in time with Tony. She moaned, her hips jerking in need. Biting her lip, she almost fast-forwarded the movie to get to what she wanted. She refused to give in though. She would hold out until Tony did.
Tony stood and positioned the blonde on a wide wooden desk. He filled her in one hard stroke, and Sarina and the blonde moaned at the same time. In that moment, she wanted to kill that acting woman. Sarina touched her skin, rubbed her soft hands over the smooth skin of her stomach, over her quivering thighs, but always stayed out of reach of her pussy. She stopped over her inner thighs and squeezed just as Tony plowed into the blonde in long, steady strokes. His muscular ass tightened and flexed as he worked his cock in and out.
Sarina rubbed around her thong. She caressed it with her fingertips and felt her wetness through the thing material. She didn’t remove the thong, though. She told herself it was because that’s how she always acted this out, but inside she knew what it really was. It was because she knew she’d dive straight for her pussy and finish the unbearable ache that was there.
Tony thrust faster, and spread the blonde’s long legs wide open. Sarina knew this part by heart. He was going to come soon, and so would she.
Pulling out of the blonde, he repositioned her to bend over the desk. He took the time to spread her cheeks wide and slap them until they turned pink, and then he plunged his cock back into her.
Sarina quickly pulled her panties down to her ankles and let her legs fall wide open. She plunged her fingers over her soft lips to smother them in her hot cream. She brushed over her clit and moaned. In quick response, her hips jumped at the sensation. Breathing unsteadily, Sarina watched as Tony pounded into the moaning porn star, grunting and groaning in his own pleasure. He still wore his tie; it slapped against his chest as he moved.
Using her left hand, she pushed two fingers inside of her, sighing at the feeling. It wasn’t nearly long enough, wide enough and they were only her fingers, but still they felt amazing. She pumped those fingers just as Tony pumped into the woman. Her right hand found her clitoris and began to rub the ultra-sensitive bud with slow, steady circles. Her pussy clenched on her thrusting fingers as if they were trying to stop them.
Tony fucked the woman harder. He wrapped a fist into her long hair and rode her as his balls slapped loudly against her wet flesh. He began grunting with each hard thrust.
“Fuuuuuck,” he said hoarsely.
Sarina wasted no time. She pushed on her clit and rubbed furiously while plunging her fingers into her creamy pussy over and over. The blonde screamed what was probably a fake orgasm and shook her head back and forth as her eyes closed. Tony slammed into her one last time, then pulled out and spreading his legs wide as he grasped his wet cock and stroked the hard flesh. Grunting, he grabbed his ball sac in a strong hand and rolled them around as the blonde moaned and shook her ass at him.
Sarina’s breath froze in her lungs as her body seized and her orgasm jolted through her body like lightning. Tony came, his come shooting hot streams onto the blonde’s raised ass. Sarina rubbed her clit hard as her body shook and shivered with her explosive climax. Her hips bucked as pleasure tore through her. It faded just as quickly, leaving her feeling exhausted.
Slowing her rubs, her eyes hooded, she watched the blonde turn around to suck some leftover come off Tony’s cock. Sarina shivered again and tried to stay her trembling legs. The movie went to the credits and Sarina collapsed loosely against the couch.
Chapter 2
Vane Kategan paced back and forth across his study. Unrest was growing in the pack. Pack members have complained that he needed to find a mate and start breeding. Easier said than done. Vane stuffed his big form into a chair and ran a rough hand through his hair.
He knew they were right. He was the Alpha. As the strongest of the pack, it was his responsibility to provide heirs in case of his death. The only problem with that was none of the women in the pack interested him. He’d dated several of them and even a few outside the pack. But still his beast refused to mate with them. And he couldn’t force such a close connection. They were all unacceptable. Irresponsible, neglectful, boring, and selfish, he, and his wolf refused to consent to his pack having a poor leader. Those with the more positive qualities either didn’t connect with him or were already taken. Besides, the women needed a strong female to influence them, and he needed a queen for both the pack and him.
Vane didn’t know what else to do. At the request of his pack, he even dated some humans. Yet none of them stirred both him and his wolf. He growled in annoyance and went to find his housekeeper. He found him lounging in a recliner in the living room.
“I’ll be going out. Call me if you need me.” Alfonse lifted his head out of the magazine he was reading and smiled.
“Sure thing, boss.” Alfonse gave a little wave before returning to his magazine. Pausing with his head out the door, Vane turned to look at his old friend.
“Is that a Martha Stewart magazine?” he asked tentatively. His friend grinned up at him.
“Sure is. There’s a chocolate mousse recipe in here that looks positively delicious.” Vane grabbed his hiking pack and left to the sound of his friend’s laughter.
The chilled night air helped to calm his nerves. He left his cabin and decided to hike across the unmarked land instead of the usual worn paths. Pack members used the paths to stay within pack territory, but he knew this land better than anyone did. It was all his. He hiked his backpack higher and let his feet guide him.
It had been too long...weeks, since he’d visited the forest. His beast relished the crescent moon and the coming full moon. He walked quickly over fallen trees, climbed deftly down the main bluff, and vaulted over sharp crags. Animals squawked and scattered as his quiet steps tapped through the forest.
Stopping for a moment under a canopy of willow trees, Vane pulled out his water bottle and took a long drink. He stilled as the breeze changed direction and brought with it a new scent. The scent was bold, earthy, and sweet. Different. Lingering, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. It smelled faintly of woman, lykaen, and something else. Something too vague to capture.
Intrigued, he tracked the scent through the woods. He followed the trail until he reached the end of his property line. He hesitated, unsure whether to stray so far from the pack. He made a quick phone call to Alfonse to let him know he’d be off territory for a while. Alfonse laughed at him before telling him to get a gallon of milk on the way home.
“Funny bastard,” Vane muttered under his breath.
Twenty minutes later, Vane passed through some low brush. He swiped at a low-hanging branch and passed under it. A large, two-story cabin resided straight ahead.
The scent was more potent here. He stopped and inhaled the rich scent deep into his lungs. Something about it raised his hackles and brought his cock to life.
Vane didn’t recognize the cabin, but the size of it spoke of money. Whoever built it here, with only a bare dirt path to it, wanted to stay hidden.
Creeping silently, Vane made his way to a first-floor window. The shades were open and a soft yellow light glowed out from a lamp in the corner. The scent was thick and strong this close. He wanted to roll around in it. Hell, something was almost familiar about it.
Vane flattened himself against the log cabin. H could smell the earthy scent of cedar, but it was overpowered by something much greater. He put his ear to the panel of wood, closed his eyes, and listened. He tuned out the birds, squirrels, and crickets at his feet and focused all of his lykaen hearing on the female inside. Intrigued, he was definitely intrigued.
His eyes shot open and his cock pulsed at the sound of a distinctly feminine moan. A deep male voice groaned. Just as quickly as his cock hardened, it deflated. His hands curled into fists. Whoa. What the hell was he angry at?
Before leaving, Vane wanted to at least see the woman who carried such an alluring scent. And a sexy moan. He had just tracked her for several miles.
He peered into the window and what he saw made his cock go from soft to painfully hard.
* * *
Vane nearly exploded in his jeans like a teenage boy. The sight before him had him staring like a dumbfounded idiot.
The woman was small, curvy, and perfect. She lay sprawled on a large sofa, rubbing her little pussy with fast fingers while watching a man and woman fucking on the television.
The sight had him fighting a groan. Never in all his years had a sight taken him with such force, such lust. It was like being hit in the cock with pure sex. He watched, slack jawed, as she worked her little fingers between her legs and rubbed her little pearl. Her pussy was pink, open, and so soft looking. He licked his lips. He’d bet it tasted even better than it looked. It was all he could do not to break through the window and take her. She needed a cock. His cock.
His balls pulled up hard and tight. Sweat beaded his brow, and his cock was a constant pulsing weight in his jeans. Unconsciously, he began rubbing his crotch against the cabin. The delicious pressure had cum leaking from his cock.
Forcing himself to watch the sight of the female touching herself wasn’t hard. Vaguely he heard the voices of the actors, a woman climaxing and a man grunting. He looked away from the sexy female long enough to see the man jacking off at the blonde’s tan ass. That sight did nothing for him. Which surprised him, but then again, his real interest rested with a passionate lykaen who was desperately rubbing her wet pussy towards a climatic build up.
He watched her fingers work faster, as she panted harder and quicker, so determined to find her pleasure. He couldn’t stand it and, in a second, tore open his zipper, and was tugging on his own hard dick. He clamped his mouth shut to keep from making a sound. Damn but it was hard. He almost laughed at his own pun.
From the corner of his eye, he watched male actor hunch over the woman and squeeze his balls. The female lykaen appeared to really like this as her hips undulated in a frantic rhythm at the sight.
Vane could smell her orgasm coming. It made his own semen leak out of his cock. He pumped faster, uncaring that he was jerking off in the middle of nowhere, outside a strange female’s house. His movements became just as quick and fierce as the actors did, except his attention was all on her. The actor on TV came in a long, guttural shout, and the lykaen’s breath froze.
Vane watched, fascinated, captivated, as her hips stopped in mid-motion, and she started coming. It was like watching a volcano erupt. She bucked hard and shouted the sound making him stroke his own cock in hard, jerky movements. He ached to feel her pussy quivering around his cock. She came for endless moments, and he came with her. He came so hard that he bit down on his lip to keep from making a sound. His cock throbbed, a burning heat in his fist as streams of hot semen shot against the log cabin.
He quickly flattened himself against the wall. He couldn’t breathe worth a damn, but with restraint, he kept quiet as he put his softening cock back into his jeans. He took a moment and rested against the cool wood.
Holy shit.
Vane had never lost control like that before.
There was a reason why he rose to the top and became Alpha of his pack, and it certainly wasn’t because he was impulsive and out of control. And certainly not because he was a peeping tom.
Vane heard movement inside and stilled against the cabin as he listened. He could have just left, but something kept him there, waiting.
