Текст книги "Breeding Cycle"
Автор книги: T. A. Grey
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Chapter 3
Sarina’s eyes opened instantly alert. What was that?
She turned off the TV so she could hear better. She heard the soft hum of the refrigerator and the click of the AC turning on.
She walked around the room on light steps. Stopping at the front door, she peered through the peephole. Nothing. Straining to hear, she moved to the front cabin window and looked into the dark wooded night. Nada. Going to the window by the couch, she hesitated. Sudden apprehension filled her.
God she hated being alone like this. The forest noises always played tricks on her. Still, she went to the last window. The night was black outside. The trees thick and so close to each other they didn’t leave much room to see anything but a mesh of brown and green.
Her breath froze in her lungs. A very masculine scent wafted around her. It stunned her even as it stirred her blood.
Sarina grabbed the window and jerked it up.
“What the hell are you doing?” Gasping, Sarina looked into a pair of eyes as green as the leaves in summer. He was gorgeous. Absolutely feral. Hair the color of a raven’s feather settled and curled in a wave on his shoulders. She sniffed and smelled the lykaen in him. The unusual scent had a power to it that raised her temperature twenty degrees.
“Explain yourself now.”
Vane faced her as if he hadn’t just been jerking off. His eyes drifted down her body to land on her bare breasts. His nostrils flared. She was even more beautiful up close. Her vanilla scent was unlike anything he’d ever smelled.
"Oh!” Her hand flew to cover her naked breasts. Blushing, she looked up to meet his gaze again. His eyes were intense, but it was his body that kept distracting her. A sweat soaked shirt clung to hard round shoulders that tapered down to a hard, flat abdomen and a pair of thick powerful thighs.
“Who are you?” His voice was a deep rolling tenor. Sarina’s cheeks burning hotter. Something in the way he looked at her was possessive, feral.
“I’m,” she hesitated, wondering how much she should tell him. Lykaens rarely hurt women; to do so was a great shame on the man and his family. Even still, her father had made a point to keep males away from her. All for a good purpose though—to ensure good breeding. A normal life wasn’t in the cards for someone like her. All she had were her darkest dreams where Jacob and Jackson pleasured her endlessly. Shaking her head, she finished, “Sarina. My name is Sarina.”
Bright green eyes widened with knowledge. So he knew of her? Well of course he did. Who didn’t? She was the reclusive Princess of the Lykaens. Only allowed out with her father’s permission. Her frown deepened. It was all necessary she knew that. Not that she hadn’t wondered what it would be like to be with a man, especially a man like this one.
“And you are?” For good measure, she ducked behind the curtain to hide her naked body.
“Vane. Vane Kategan,” he answered and crossed two very muscular arms over a wide chest. He watched her wiggle behind the window and for a moment considered telling her that he’d just seen a helluva lot more than that. But he wanted to keep his teeth, so he kept his mouth shut.
She gulped at his dark look and clasped her legs together. The breeding cycle was almost in full force. She felt the minutes ticking away like a bomb. She had to get rid of him or else she might make a huge mistake.
Hungry eyes roamed over his body to take in the hard angles of his face, arms, and chest. Her gaze fell back to his mouth. He had nice lips. Just full enough she could suck on it, bite them. Her pussy ached at the sight. Her previous orgasm not even scratching the surface of her need. Already her need was growing with violent force. It won’t be long. He has to go now!
“Well, Mr. Kategan. It has been a pleasure meeting you. I must be going now, as I’m sure you must as well. Please be sure to not come around here anymore. I do not like visitors.” She made her words curt and rude. Oh what a lie that was. She wanted nothing more than to tear off his clothes and ride his cock until they both were wild in throes of climatic passion. The other half of her hated the thought of being cooped up here alone. She rose to close the window before she made some other stupid decision, but her eyes went to his again and the breath she was taking froze in her lungs.
His eyes closed as if savoring something delicious, and she watched as his nostrils flared. His hands fell into fists at his sides. Oh, shit! He can smell me! Why hadn’t she thought of that before? Christ, because I’ve been checking him out. Don’t let him catch my breeding cycle scent, she prayed.
“How about you let me in Sarina and I take care of that problem for you.” He gave her a look that said he knew exactly what was going on and was more than happy to help. So much for him not finding out.
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Vane could barely restrain himself from jumping through that window. All that creamy skin couldn’t possibly be as soft as it looked-but he wanted to find out. Her breasts were another matter, she had no idea, but as she tried to hide her large breasts, they only plunged over her slender arm instead. The sight had his cock standing hard and straight in his pants. The hard orgasm he’d just had wasn’t helping him a bit.
With the window open, he could smell her unique scent better. That unique scent that was female and lykaen was all Sarina and the breeding. It was like hot vanilla, sweet and sexy. The breeding cycle was a powerful force for lykaen females. It could lure any unmated male to take her. But he planned to be the only man thrusting between those perfect thighs. Ever.
His body answered her call with a readiness that pulled his balls up tight and made his cock drip with anticipation.
Vane recognized her name too. Sarina Brunes was famous in the lykaen community. No males were allowed near her unless strictly permitted by her father. Many males had tried to meet and wed the princess, but none passed the king’s test. Hell, even Vane had considered trying to meet the princess. But with a father that controlling it seemed like bad news. Well, at least he was right about one thing. She was definitely bad news.
“You must leave now.” Frantic, she looked around, but she had no father or guard to force this perfect specimen of a lykaen male away. Oh god, if he stays I will shame my father, the Pride, and myself. He must leave. What if I got pregnant? Uh, hello, breeding cycle equals prime opportunity for pregnancy. My father would kill me. He would kill Vane.
Her expression grew pained, but still she looked more beautiful than a tropical sunset. Oh fuck, did he really just think that? A fucking sunset. Get a hold of yourself man. You’re a leader, an Alpha, not a damned poet.
Ignoring her command, he said, “I’m the Alpha of the Kategan Pack, and I’m not going anywhere.” A slow smile formed over his lips.
He knew why his words mattered. Princesses customarily only bred with an Alpha who was deemed worthy by her guardian. As alpha of a large and respected pack, he would stand a chance to win her. Although this wasn’t exactly ‘normal’ courting practice. One normally didn’t start these things by jerking off outside the intended’s window.
“Let me in.” His voice was taunting, his smile that of a predator. When she didn’t move, he leaned closer to the window. She moved just as far back from him. “I could help you.”
Vane had no idea why he was so certain, but certain he was. Sarina was his. Every cell in his body, even the beast in his soul shouted that she was his. Mate his beast howled. He and the beast were in complete agreement. He’d only been this certain a few times in his life. When he sensed his parents sudden death, the moment he became a true Alpha, and now with her. She was his. She just didn’t know it yet.
Chapter 4
Her father’s warning rang in her head. He’d already made her decision for her. Against her own body’s needs, she grabbed the window and started to shut it. He stopped it with a strong hand.
“Do you really believe this is a coincidence, Princess? I’ve been searching for my Queen. And here we are together during your breeding cycle. I found you.” The one time of year she would be fertile.
“I—” A hopeless look came over her face, and he wanted to wipe it away. “I cannot have sex.” She looked down, her face flushing.
A surge of fierce protectiveness ran through Vane. “You can’t possibly be alone during your breeding cycle. It will be excruciating. You need a male to ease you. At the very least you need someone to protect you.” He put both hands on the windowsill and leaned closer as if his mere presence could persuade her. She could smell him so much better now, and it was intoxicating.
“I’ve always dealt with my cycle alone.” A spark of anger ignited in his eyes, Sarina licked her lips thinking she should have kept her mouth shut.
“How old are you, Sarina?” he asked between tight lips.
“Twenty-two.”
His face twisted into a feral mask of anger. He wanted to plow his fist into the bastard’s face that would do this to a female. “You’ve dealt with your cycle for years without a male to ease you? That’s torture. Who did this to you?”
“He sends me here for my own protection. It’s for my own good, really. He’s not a bad man.”
“Is this what he does to his precious daughter? Sends her away, keeps her away from men so she’ll never know what a real man feels like? So that she’ll have to deal with the pain on her own for an entire week.”
Her breathing grew erratic. No one had anyone stood up for her before. She knew what her father did was unusual. Most women were not sent away, but were chosen a prided male of choice to ease the cycle—usually with lots of condoms. Safe sex meant the female could be eased without much risk for an early pregnancy.
“I am a member of the Pride. That means I must take extra care of my body,” she added weakly at his continuing glower.
The fact that he was standing up for her, made a lump grow in her chest. The sincerity in his eyes was enough to almost bring tears to hers. She pushed the tears away though, refusing to let them dampen the thrilling beat of her heart.
“No one follows the way of the Pride anymore. Those days are long dead, Princess. And he left you completely unguarded? What would happen if some stupid human found you? One whiff of those hormones and they’d be on your without asking why first.” He was angrier than he should be, but that didn’t stop him any.
“It’s better not to have guards here, and there are no humans within miles. This is a remote location.”
“Not remote enough apparently.”
Sarina swallowed and conceded his point.
“I could smell you miles away. I will stay and protect you.” He gazed at the forest behind him as if seeking out all possible threats. “And I will ease you.” His gaze pulled back to hers, and the hot promise in his eyes made her nipples pull tight and her thighs clench.
She looked so hopeful for a second that his chest expanded with anticipation. But then it was gone, and the shadowed look came back across her face. “You cannot ease me. No one can. I’m sorry.” Her voice was a whisper and so sad it nearly broke something inside him.
“Let me stay with you during your cycle, Sarina. I won’t make you do anything you don’t want.” But I’ll sure as hell try. “I can help you. I would be honored to protect you during this week, to help ease your need in any way I can.”
Sarina’s last wall of resistance crumbled under his words. Maybe it was just sentimental hope, or maybe it was all a lie, but her beast told her that his words were true. Her heart told her to let him in. And her body purred in happiness.
Taking a deep breath, she straightened her spine and let her arm fall to her side to reveal a pair of plump, hand-filling breasts.
He had her answer.
Chapter 5
Breathing in her alluring scent, Vane beckoned her over to him with a get-over-here nod. Sarina nibbled on her lip for a moment before moving to sit in the windowsill where he lifted her out as if she weighed nothing.
Hot, strong hands settled gently at her waist to rub tantalizing circles on the bare flesh.
“You’re beautiful. I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but I watched you,” Vane said darkly and stepped closer to her. Their bodies stood mere inches apart. This close she could smell his scent as if she was bathing in it. He smelled like a man who just spent hours fucking in the hot sun. It was decadent. Sarina’s blood pumped with excitement and lust as she looked at his strong chest. The muscles in his arms and chest exuded strength and status. Alphas were not wimpy men, that’s for sure. She’d never felt like this before, as if she was being pulled towards him by some invisible force.
Her body sang for him like a siren beckoning a pirate’s ship. The call was getting louder with each passing second. Soon, very soon, her cycle would start spinning in full force.
“Thank you, Vane. What did you watch exactly?” she asked breathlessly. She knew she wasn’t that beautiful, that it was probably just the hormones affecting him, but it still made her heart race. Butterflies danced in stomach at the thought that he might have seen her…before. Being with Jacob and Jackson was different. They were dream men. This though was very real.
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.
