Reluctant Mates - 21 Paranormal Romance Stories (Werewolf, Vampire, Minotaur and Monster collection) (28 page)

Rough and callused, covered in hair and at once horrifying and incredibly masculine, their hands slid over my body. So stunned was I that I forgot to see what I struck.

“Where were you planning to go, exactly?”

Boros. No escape. No foot stomping, I knew, was going to work again. But, even as I considered trying another attack just to see if it worked, familiar feelings overtook me – a desire to be ravished, to be tugged, pulled and forced. To suck them, let them do whatever it was they wanted.

He took a step forward, and then stroked a finger up and down my back, along my spine.

“Don’t get any ideas.” He reached out and clapped his hand on my shoulder hard enough that pain shot out where his fingertips bit. “I might like the way you look, but I’m not as easy to persuade as Kalak is. He’s too... excitable.”

Everything about Boros was cold. The lines of his savagely beautiful face, the pale blue glass of his eyes – nothing about him was open, not like Kalak. He squeezed harder on my shoulder and held me still. His calm, awful gaze pierced to my core. No playfulness, no lightness lived in those eyes.

He yanked me close, wrapping his arm around my waist. He smelled like a mixture of the earthy, dense forest and the hard, stone dryness of the plateau. Even though he had ice in his veins, even though just looking at Boros terrified me, I felt a rumble deep inside my chest. Fire burned where his fingers clutched me. Painful, horribly painful, but just behind the pain was a sort of helpless pleasure.

“Let me go,” I protested, although my voice was much weaker than when last I spoke.

“No.” He said. “My sons are fools. Simple fools. I am not. You will do as you are told. There are no options.”

The rumbling turned to heat. My nipples, hidden by fallen, curled strands of hair, prickled as he spoke and as the hand not clamped on my shoulder dragged a path up to the back of my head and cradled me. His gentle hand closed tight and Boros crushed me to his chest. I felt his chest rise, and then fall, then rise again. He held his breath.

“Quiet,” he said.

In the distance, I heard something like drums. It sounded like living down the street from a high school with a marching band. Rhythmic, steady, thumping sounds so far off they were barely audible, but still I heard them.

“Listen,” Boros hissed. “Can you hear that? Can your weak, human ears hear that? Thump. Thump. Thump. What do you think that is?”

“Dr-”

“Drums. Tuk drums.” He smoothed my hair down against my neck, down my back. “Raul is on the move. Of course, he’ll never find either of us. He might have machines and slaves, but we have thousands of generations of memories to guide us. All he’ll do is make it a little harder to get to Kalak.”

Finally releasing his iron grip on my shoulders, Boros put both hands on the sides of my face, thumbs on either side of my mouth. Again he bored into me with those icy, calm eyes. The beastman ran his fingers along the line of my jaw, down my neck. As soon as he touched my collarbones, the skin around my nipples tightened and puckered until the slight sensation from wind blowing my hair across them was enough to excite me.

All at once, I began to have the same thoughts I did when Kalak first took me, when he first ran his hands over my flesh and ravished me what seemed like ages ago. Fear. Excitement. Panic. Lust. The only difference was that I felt no shame in wanting him. I felt no shame in desiring his body against mine. No nervousness, no anxiety. I was afraid of his size, and of the fury I saw hidden right beneath his cold surface. I knew there was fire inside Boros, I knew there was passion. And there was also something else, I saw for the first time, something buried very deep.

His hands moved lower. One slid between my breasts where his thumb brushed my stiffened, sensitive peak and pushed the hair covering me aside. The other slid around and down the line of my back, slow and careful. His fingertips bumped along every vertebrae, over every rib and as he did, I felt another fingertip brush against and then circle my other nipple. His hand-span was such that he could pleasure both at once, with thumb and little finger.

Every part of him was rough, every part large, and covered in that coarse, wiry hair that grew only sparsely on Kalak. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wondered why – I wondered if Kalak and his sons were more evolved, or, at least genetically different. Why did he seem to have such flawless language? It all fascinated me. Once again, I had to smile at the times my Anthropology degree surfaced.

He prodded my hips with his fingers, and then massaged where my legs joined my body. Sliding his hand away from my aching nipples, he caressed my belly before lowering his mighty head and sliding his tongue around my tit in a slow spiral.

“Boros,” I said, “have you never touched a human before?” I slid my hand back through the tangled mane covering his head and neck, clutching him to my breast, trying to urge him to suck me harder, to lick me, or bite me, or anything.

He raised his head and stared at me for a moment, but said nothing.

Forgotten several steps behind where Boros and I stood, Tok and Lok drew closer. One of them took my free wrist in his hand and held it tight. The other restrained the hand in Boros’s hair and passed my arm to the other.

“Ah! Ah! You’re hurting!” I cried, as one of the massive twins held both of my wrists and moved behind me. He stood close enough that I could feel the hair on his chest tickling me, and feel his breath on the back of my neck. Boros’s tongue reached my areola, and warmth spread outward, radiating from where he touched. “Please!” I said. “My shoulders...”

Pain shot out of my joints as the monster on my wrists, stretching my arms at a terrible angle. “Please, please, please, it hurts,” I begged, “please!”

I heard a grunt, and the stretch relaxed. Relief flooded me, but the creature shoved my hands up again, shooting currents of pain down my arms, through my chest, and he relaxed again. He was just reminding me, I think, that he was there, that he could do whatever he wanted.

I don’t know why he thought that necessary, because the huge cock that kept brushing against me reminded me perfectly well.

Between the two beastmen, there was so little room that I could barely breathe. Every time I sucked in, my nose and my lungs filled with the musk that dripped from them. I could hardly imagine anything better. They were just so powerful, so overwhelming that even as dangerous as they were, I couldn’t stop my lustful yearning. For a moment, just a moment, I forgot all about the danger and all about the throbbing war drums in the distance.

Even Kalak slipped from my mind.

Lost in the pleasure of the two savages as they squeezed me and rubbed and felt me, I was scarcely able to keep my thoughts on much of anything except the tingles and surges going up my back and over my belly and the hot slickness creeping out from between my legs.

Somehow, the creatures were able to sense what was happening to me. Maybe they could smell my pussy, or maybe there was some sort of pheromone I emitted. Boros dragged his tongue across the tip of my nipple, then again, each time making me draw a breath between my teeth. Harder and harder he sucked, hungry and desperate. He cupped his hand under my tit and pushed it against his face as he licked, taking in as much of me as he could fit, but never stopping that tongue.

He was bent in such a way that his lower body was tilted away from me, but even still, every so often, he straightened out for a moment, and the long, obscenely thick cock standing straight out from his body brushed against me.

They worked like that, sharing me back and forth. One cock rubbed and then another – against my legs, between them, sometimes against the folds of my pussy, sometimes dipping so hard and so long that I was able to pretend it was inside me. And God how I wanted it, from either of them, I didn’t care. Each time one of them pushed their girth between my thighs, so thick and hard that my legs spread apart, I squeezed my knees together. Before long, both of the creatures were slicked with my juice and they took turns groaning, grunting, and sliding their cocks against me.

The one behind me finally spoke. He said something in that guttural, fearsome language I heard him use before and I knew it was Tok. A glance back, as he slid his rod along my slit on a down stroke, showed me that as intensely as I was enjoying their treatment, it must have felt just as good to them as it did to me. I turned back to face Boros again, and saw he had his fist around his prick, pumping in time with his sucks on my nipple.

When I groaned out a low, loud rumble, his cock twitched in his hand, and I thought he was about to erupt. But, a hard squeeze kept him under control. He stepped back and breathed slowly. He gestured behind me, and Lok advanced. I felt his hand on my neck and then between my legs, before I saw him.

Where Boros had before dug his fingers into my shoulder, the younger beastman did the same. His fingers curled along the curve of my arm as he urged me down.

“Go...down,” he said. “Girl suck.” His voice was soft, although his tone left no question that he was not going to take any resistance. With a grunted laugh, Tok shoved me forward. His push surprised me, and one of my feet went in front of the other, getting all tangled. My legs collapsed underneath me, and I stuck out my arms in different directions trying to find something to break my fall.

One instant I was free falling, and waiting for my knees to crack against the hardscrabble, old-blood-colored dirt, and the next, a thick, hard, hair-covered forearm caught me. “Careful,” Lok said, suppressing what sounded like a laugh. It was hard to tell, though, with all the strange sounds he and his brother made back and forth.

As soon as he was satisfied that I wasn’t going to fall and break my knees, the creature lowered me to the ground. The other of them finally came into view, and when I saw them standing together, I realized a few differences. They were the exact same height and had the same feral, muscular, thick-necked build, but Lok had a slightly lighter color both to his skin and the matted fur on his arms and chest. Whereas Tok was leathery and tanned, his brother was less sun-kissed. They both had mighty manes, just like their father, but again the colors were slightly different, and Tok’s was kinkier and woollier looking.

And then there were their faces. They were almost completely inhuman, yes, but when looking at them together, there was a certain haunting, surreal beauty to them. Tok had a long scar across his right cheek, Lok on his left. Lok’s was longer, jagged, crossed one of his eyes, and apparently blinded him.

I studied them, and then I realized something.

“Where are your women? Are you three all that’s left of your tribe? Like Kalak’s?”

Boros’s answer was to move forward again, shove between his sons and take a rough handful of hair, forcing my head back and my face up. He opened his mouth as if to speak and then clapped it shut. For a long moment, he watched my eyes. I tried to move my head, but he refused, and whenever I did, he just pulled harder on my hair.

My scalp blazed every time he turned his fist, and every time he wrenched my head this way or that. He was thinking. The rise and fall of his chest slowed, and his gaze shifted from my eyes to my lips. As his eyes moved around my face, he stroked my cheek. At first he used the tips of his fingers, and then he turned his hand over and dragged his hair-covered knuckles along my jaw.

Then, I felt a heavy heat touch my chin. I couldn’t turn my head or roll my eyes far enough to see, but the tip of his cock, slick with pre-cum and with the little bit of my juice that had not yet dried, pulsed along the underside of my head. He pushed his hips forward, forcing his dick along my jaw until his base was near my mouth. When he was like that, I felt his tip all the way behind my ear. That filled me with a mixture of terror and desire.

So long, so thick, I was terrified that there was no way I could manage to shove that thing in my mouth, much less in my...

After a few moments of his quizzical stroking, Boros pinched my jaw between his thumb and forefinger, and shoved the tip of his cock, which I was absolutely sure would never fit inside my mouth, inside my mouth. Hot, thick and covered in his juice and mine, the feel of his smoothness against my tongue sent a thrill up and down my back.

I mumbled an “mmmf!” around his cock as he stuffed in half his tip. Just that tiny portion of him made me feel full, made me feel like there was nowhere else for him to stuff. But, he just kept slowly pushing forward. He released my face and tangled both hands in my hair, both hands behind my head.

“She...she like this.” Tok, with his slightly softer voice, said behind me before grabbing my hips and hoisting me off the dusty ground, to my feet. Boros’s giant fingers kept my mouth firmly on his cock, although, even if he let me go, I was by then so hungry for him – for them – at I would never have let him go. Reaching up, I wrapped my hand around as much of his cock as I could, but my fingers were still far from touching one another. With the other hand, I intended to reach around Boros’s waist and grab his muscular ass to drive more of him in me. Another cock, though, bumped against my open hand.

Another cock, I thought, was much better than an ass.

I squeezed both bestial dicks, and pumped them both in time with one another. Up the shaft and then down, I dragged from Boros’s fur-covered balls all the way to where my lips wrapped around his head. When my hand met the lashing tip of my tongue, the giant groaned out a low, loud, belly-rumbling sound and jerked my head forward, cramming me full until I felt his ridge slip past my teeth.

My mouth was so wonderfully stuffed with Boros that I could barely move my tongue at all, although I did my best, stroking it up and down the little bit of sensitive skin underneath his tip. His fists opened and closed seeming to be in time with the sucks, with the flicks of my tongue and the squeezes my own hand made on his shaft.

“Uhnn...” He shifted his weight from one foot to the other and removed one of his hands from my hair to grip my shoulder, almost as though he needed a brace. I gripped his prick as hard as I possibly could, and swallowed more of him. He was filling almost my entire mouth, but I had only jammed him in me a little past the tip. I can’t explain exactly why, but I decided that he wasn’t getting away until I’d tasted that magnificent prick in my throat – until I felt at least a drop of him run down the back of my tongue and tasted his cum. I squeezed again and got the faintest hint of what I wanted, but that was all.