Reluctant Mates - 21 Paranormal Romance Stories (Werewolf, Vampire, Minotaur and Monster collection) (30 page)

He put his thumbs on my eyelids and brushed them to the sides. I looked at him. He held my head in his hands, fingers intertwined under my chin. I felt his voice rumble in my belly before I heard him speak.

“I will take you now.”

So formal, I thought, like he was asking to take me to a masquerade. And then I felt the hot slickness moving inside me, and almost lost myself again.

“Jokta, jokta,” he said. The two underneath me stopped moving, and I felt both of them breathe. I was so full of them, stretched so far, that I felt the blood pumping inside their beautiful cocks. “Jokta asgalat, Tok, Lok.”

On command, the monster who had been pound-fucking my aching cunt pulled out and left a void. Then, to my utter surprise, he reclined against the still inside my ass, who withdrew. Smashing together their cockheads, they wrestled both inside my ring, and grunted as they pushed. Hands gripped my shoulders and pulled me backward until my knees were drawn up, and Boros reached down for my ankles.

Completely, utterly, totally helpless, I knew. My ankles went up, and my hips shifted just enough that the two cocks gingerly pushing against my asshole slipped inside. I shrieked out a “ah!” at first that turned very quickly into a warm, surprised “mmmm...” as my hole stretched and the tingles crackled over my thighs and made another gush of juice well up.

Boros stared down at me, shook his mane, rested one of my heels on his naked hip and held himself steady. As he pushed the tip of his cock inside, I stared up at him, breath catching in my chest. Where Kalak was wild, serene in a way and beautiful, Boros was in all ways the opposite. His face told me a story that his words never could – he was full of pain, full of rage, and to keep himself from exploding, I knew, he had to stay calm. I had seen his passion flare once, so I knew what he was capable of, and why he denied himself. His face was tight and drawn. All that control was just on the surface. Underneath I knew he was flame, he was hate.

All that went away when he pushed his tip inside me. He seemed twice as thick as Lok, at the least. His stare never left my eyes all the while he slowly drove inside, unrelenting, powerful, unflinching. He crept forward, watching every muscle twitch and every breath I took. When a little bead of sweat rolled off my forehead down my cheek, he watched that, too.

He bent his head, sucked a kiss on my nipple, and then pushed me backward until I felt hands underneath my back prop me up. I tried speaking, but that was a lost cause as the sounds flowing out of me became more guttural. I sucked my breath, held it and then let it out in slow, rattling, desperate, unbelievably pleasured gasps. The two huge cocks crushing one another in my ass pushed deeper as I arched my back against Boros, and screamed another desperate, unashamed screech of fullness, of wonder and pleasure.

The monster grabbed both of my ankles with one hand, held my feet aloft and squeezed me around his rod. When he pumped in, I was so tight that I could feel every single ridge, curve and hair sliding back and forth against my walls. The thrills drenching my reality had me just as helpless as did the beasts. A wet, slick, sloppy sound came when he pulled back, waited for a moment, and then slammed home again so hard, and so deep, that it felt like his cock went all the way up my chest.

I rolled my head around, moaning, gasping, and sucking air in my lungs as all three of them pumped, pounded and grunted. The two in my ass barely moved at all, but even their tiny, careful motions were enough to send sweet aches, brilliant chills all over me.

The one on the bottom, Lok, grabbed both of my free-swinging tits and kneaded hard. Then he groaned, and I felt the first of many deep, hot gushes inside me. The river that he sprayed made my whole body feel hot as his cock twitched, jumped, and filled my asshole over and over again with his sticky milk. Almost immediately after his cock stopped draining inside me, I felt that same heat from earlier crawl up my belly. Wherever it went, my muscles tightened, the nerves flared to life.

Even as he softened, Lok’s hands gripped, pinched and squeezed my nipples with a hunger that made me imagine his hands were animals of their own, trying to swallow me alive. “Ohhh yes...” I drawled, “yes, yes, yes, yes!”

The muscles in my cunt began to crush Boros, massaging his shaft. I knew I didn’t have long to wait. “Yes, yes, yesyesyesyes! Feels so good!” I cried out, “Fuck me harder!”

Tok and Boros began to piston in and out of me in time with one another, my pussy and ass both stuffed full and then empty, again and again and again. Before long, the gentle pulses between my legs began to grasp the beastman’s prick.

“Both! Stick both of those big dicks in me at the same time! I’m gonna come,” I shouted, surprising even myself, “I’m gonna come! Oh my god yes shove both those things in! Deep, deep, deep!”

The hands on my tits squeezed hard, and all at once both of the monsters rammed in until their balls slapped the sensitive skin between my legs. A gasp caught in my chest, my mouth fell open, and all the tension in my entire body exploded at once. Wave after wave of screaming relief crashed against my belly, my cunt and my ass. Both holes massaged the men inside them with desperate, wild pussy sucks. I wanted them to fill me, to pump every ounce of their jizz so deep in me that it took an hour to come back out.

“Yes! Yes!” I screamed. “Yes!”

And then my breath was gone. My lungs emptied in a whoosh. My vision went white.

Above me, Boros hunched down, fists on the ground. Below me, another set of hands snaked up and grasped my belly. Lok grunted and Boros roared a terrible, savage sound. And then, just as my climax began to clear from my mind, both of them erupted inside me, filling me with their warmth, and sent me over the edge once again.

Gripping, squeezing, sweating, pounding. Over, over, over. I screamed out, I cried out, wrapped my hands around the back of the monster who still rammed my cunt even as his prick emptied and his cum brimmed over, and dripped down onto Lok’s belly and then the ground.

For a moment, we all just breathed. Tok and Lok’s hands slid down my body and off to the side. Boros placed one of his on my chest, between my sore, red tits, and felt my lungs fill and empty.

In and out.

Up and down.

He drew his fingers slowly into a fist, then straightened up and held his hand out.

“Come,” he said. “There’s not much time.”

Tok and Lok rose after he helped me to my feet and when I turned back to look, they both watched. Tok moved his lips, and then put his hand on Lok’s shoulder.

*

“I
thought you said I could leave whenever I want.”

Boros swung the cage door closed, wrapped a thick, rusted chain around the wooden bars and threaded a padlock through the links. The mustiness of the room hit me hard. Smelled like stale air, old air that had not been circulated in way, way too long.

“Things have changed,” he said. “You heard the drums. Raul and his Tuk are on the move. They won’t find either us, or Kalak, but they know something is going on. They will not be as easily surprised as they were when Kalak made his foolish play. He should have waited.” Boros balled his fist and drove it against one of the thick timbers supporting the tent. “Should have waited. But then, he wouldn’t be Kalak.” He let his shoulders slump, and released a heavy sigh.

“Are you sure? I mean, are you sure Raul doesn’t know where we are?” I stuck my head through the bars. If I really put my mind to it, there wasn’t much reason I couldn’t break them. I grabbed a thin one and tried to shake it, but it didn’t budge.

Outside, dusk fell across the plateau. Something brushed the tent flap.

“Boros, utkan sorak,” said Tok’s hushed, urgent voice. I think, although telling him from Lok was difficult without seeing them.

Boros groaned and walked to the entrance. He looked back at me for a moment and shook his head, then pushed outside. When he came back a few minutes later, his lips were pursed, and he had that pinched up forehead.

“What’s wrong,” I said. “Is something wrong?”

He shook his head. “My sons, they’ve seen something. We have to act sooner than I’d hoped.”

Another few words came, and Boros went back outside. His voice sounded harsh and harried. This time when he came back in, he was flanked by Tok and Lok.

“Take a good look at her. Remember every detail. For all my brother is, he’s not a fool. He’ll be hard enough to convince anyway, if he doesn’t believe you, there’s no way.” Boros said.

“Your brother?” I cut in.

“Enough, woman. There’s no time. We have to strike before Raul, or all will be lost. If Kalak thinks having his women and children poisoned is a terror, wait until he sees what else the man is capable of. Go, Tok, go Lok. Don’t come back without him. Do you understand? Make sure you tell him – the time is here. We have to make our stand together, or all of us will go the way of our ancestors, and our wives.”

The two nodded dutifully and ran.

“Brother?” I repeated. I couldn’t help myself.

“Brother.” He growled. “And there is no one, except for that diamond mining monster, who I would rather see dead.”

“But why? What did he do?  If you’re going to fight some battle with him, don’t you need to trust him?”

“No. Not trust.” His eloquence broke again.

“Then what? Why do you expect him to help?”

“Because,” he said, regaining his composure, “unless he does, he’ll never see you again.”

I swallowed, hard. Off in the distance, the Tuk drums continued their endless beat.

Brum. Brum. Brum. Brum.

Like the drum of a slave master keeping his oarsmen in time on an ancient galley.

Brum. Brum. Brum.

I sat down in the corner of my cage, and kicked my feet out in front of me, stretching my legs and letting my knees pop. Gina, I thought, you are most certainly in over your head this time.

Brum. Brum.

Kalak, I knew, would come. And soon. I don’t know why exactly, but I trusted him, even though Boros did not. Boros, who left the tent, looked east and then west, into the dying sun.

Brum.

Kalak would come. So would Kel, Makel, Krizik, and the small army they’d freed.

And with him, Hell and fire and fury.

With him, war.

Four – Beast Men’s Breeding Mare

I laid awake for the third night in a row. The plateau that my mate’s jealous brother had dragged me to in an attempt to finally show his dominance over Kalak was bathed in moonlight. Here, above the forest, it was strange to look down and see the expanse below me.

Somewhere down there, in the tangled green, I knew, Kalak was searching for me. At least I hoped he was.

Near a month ago, my camera crew – in my former life, I was the host of the highest Nielsen-rated cryptozoology show on TV, meaning I hunt for things that aren’t supposed to exist, and as a rule never find them – wandered headlong into this forest. The whole thing was bizarre, from the very start. We were contacted by a strange man who insisted on helicoptering us into a forest blindfolded so we wouldn’t endanger what he swore up and down were a lost tribe of wild men.

Upon arriving in the forest, and getting to know the creatures in the forest, it turned out they were just part of a much larger picture. Several such tribes were at war, and the man who dragged us into the midst of it in the first place was no interested outside party, but rather a diamond miner who had enslaved a number of the beastmen, and wanted to eliminate the rest. He hoped that by sending us in, the two remaining chieftains – Kalak, the powerful, beautiful, silver-backed beastman who chose me as his mate and Boros, Kalak’s brother – would war over me.

It was all part of his plan, this man who the beastmen called “him with the rocks”. He wanted to turn them against each other, and destroy both tribes at once. At first I didn’t understand how such a thing was possible, but as soon as I met Kalak and learned that all of the tribe’s females and the young were wiped out in a plague, one most likely started by the very same man who had sent my crew and I into the woods, it all made sense.

Lying there, with my arms pulled up to my naked chest, I was still sore from the last round of urgent lovemaking that Boros the Black, as his sons called him, had visited upon me. My body ached with his seed, my chest rose and fell in time with the pulses that radiated out from inside me as I felt myself return to something resembling my center point, my calm.

“Kalak,” I whispered, looking out over the forest and then into the night sky, wondering if he looked upon the same moon. “Kalak, come for me.”

I closed my eyes and smiled as I remembered his rough-fingered touch. I knew that when Kalak came, that he’d bring his sons with him, and I knew that he’d stop at nothing to destroy his brother and his tribe. My kidnapping was sure to have enraged him, but I needed to figure out a way to stop his furor. After all, both he and Boros were pawns in a terrible game. I couldn’t let that pass. The real enemy was the man holding the reins.

The door of my cell squeaked.

“Gina,” Boros said as he entered. “I want...”

I trembled. The beast’s power was awful, and I knew that when he took me again – there was no question that he would – he’d shatter my being again, coat my insides with his thick seed, and try his best to force his young on me. Even worse than all that, I had to admit to myself that I enjoyed his attention. 

Maybe he already has
, I thought.
Or Kalak has
.
Who’s to know?

Glancing once more into the sky, I saw the full moon rising. The time was right, at least, just like it had been when I was first taken by Kalak and his powerful force showed me how much I really wanted his savage body.

“Boros,” I said. “I’m very tired. You’ve given me-”

“Gina does not make requests,” he said. “Gina is in the cage because Gina is the slave. I just do not care what Gina wants.”

His voice made my insides boil. I couldn’t help but want to feel his power, to have him pull my hair and throw me against the wall and push his...

As smooth as running quicksilver, Boros the Black crossed the space between us and took my arm roughly in his hand, yanking me to my feet. In the moon’s silver light, I could see the outline of his awful face and his huge, muscled arms and shoulders. The hard black hair that gave Boros his name rasped against my skin, raising goose bumps wherever he touched.