Reluctant Mates - 21 Paranormal Romance Stories (Werewolf, Vampire, Minotaur and Monster collection) (32 page)

“Before he does, though,” Boros reached through my cage and stroked my hair, then grabbed a handful.

As the little surges of pain shot down my neck from where he tugged, I immediately felt myself begin to yearn for him.

“Boros,” I said, “if he’s coming, shouldn’t you get ready?”

“For what?” he laughed. “Stroke me. Make me hard and ready. I can’t stop thinking about you, witch.” His lips curled in a smile.

I did as he said, taking his length and sliding him between my palms. Before I knew it, he was rock hard and grabbed my shoulder, squeezing so hard that it hurt. He forced me to turn and then reached into my cage, grabbing my hips and pulling me backward until my yearning body rested against the cage.

“Mmm,” he moaned, stroking himself along my slit, and then testing me with his fingertips.

Boros hissed out a long, satisfied sigh as he slid into me, filling the void he left the night before. “So wet,” he said in a whisper. “The moon tells me that you’re ready.”

Knowing that he noticed how much slicker I was than usual, I realized what his intention was. At once it frightened and thrilled me, the idea that I’d carry the young of such a beast. I had no idea how that would possibly work – or if it were even possible – but just imagining it seemed to make me want him even more.

Achingly slow, he eased himself inside of my slippery tightness until I felt the heat of his sack against me. He pushed my legs together, making me ever tighter on his cock, and pulled back, then drove forward again. The stretching took my breath, and when he pulled back, the gentle drag of his cock’s shaft hair along my sex sent a thrill creeping up to where he gripped my hair.

He bucked his hips harder, driving himself deep and filling me all the way to the deepest part of my pussy, his girth so big, so wonderful and so perfectly fit to me that it seemed like we were made for each other. His breath grew quicker to match his thrusts, and I found myself pumping my hips up and down against him, wanting to get him as deep as he could possibly be through the bars.

With a loud, awful groan, the beast man slid his fingers up my back, gripped my shoulders, and slammed into me, growling my name and planting within me such a wonderful ache that I cried out.

From the camp below, I heard a rustle of activity, but couldn’t turn to see what it was. Boros squeezed me harder with his iron fingers, I felt him swell, and almost immediately gave myself to him. The convulsions starting deep inside my core squeezed his cock and milked out every last drop of his hot, wonderful seed. His explosions filled me, brimmed over, and dripped back down my lips, between my legs, and teased me to taste.

He let out a satisfied groan, clutched me to him, and caught his breath. I turned when he pulled out, and knelt to clean his glistening cock. His taste was so wild, so fierce, that as our mixed sex dripped down my throat, I felt myself yearn again.

Boros stroked my hair.

“You’ve not noticed?”

“Noticed what?” I said as I squeezed out the very last of his liquid.

“Kalak,” he said nodding behind him. “Your mate is here.”

“Boros!” A roar from below split the sky. “You will return my mate, or I will murder all of you! Come down now!”

Boros turned but I grabbed his arm before he could. “Be safe,” I said. “Please don’t hurt him. I can’t bear to see either of you killed.”

“I’ll do my best,” he said. “If anyone can make Kalak see reason, it’s me.”

*

I
could barely make out the words the two shouted at each other, but Kalak’s intent was clear enough. The fist he crashed into Boros’s jaw would have shattered a man. Boros, though, only turned, spat on the ground and smiled as he turned back.

Kalak’s great silver covered hand shot out. He snatched a handful of the hair on Boros’s chest and yanked him close, said something with a snarl and then shoved his brother backwards. Again, Boros just smiled. He pointed in my direction, and I saw his mouth moving again. Kalak looked toward me and I felt my heart skip in my chest.

Right there,
I thought,
he’s right there. All I have to do is cry out and he’ll come.

But I couldn’t. I knew if I called to him, he would unleash his rage, but I also knew that even if Kalak could easily overpower ten normal men, he’d never manage to overwhelm Boros and his sons.

Kalak threw another punch, but Boros just swatted it away. That was the first time I noticed how much younger Boros was when compared to his brother. Kalak may have been mighty and strong, but Boros could move in ways the larger Kalak could not.

Boros kneaded his beautiful, naked lower back with a fist.

“Gina!” Kalak roared.

Oh God what do I do?

The answer was out of my mouth before I considered the consequences. I called his name and stuck my head as far through the bars of my cage as I could, and craned my neck in his direction. Kalak and Boros disappeared from my view for a moment before re-emerging at the base of my little plateau. I expected to find Kalak’s face twisted in rage, but instead, he just looked tired.

As soon as he saw me, he shouted my name again and ran toward my enclosure.

“Kalak!” I cried.

His hands coming through the bars and wrapping around my aching body warmed me all the way through. My cheeks burned as tears spilled over them.

“How...how are you here? I was so afraid, Kalak,” my lip trembled as I spoke. “I thought you’d come with all the people you – we freed from that diamond miner’s camp and slaughter everything.”

“Kalak...Boros brother. Kalak cannot just kill. Something...wrong,” Kalak said. His voice was much softer than I expected it to be.

“Boros,” he said. “What...what we do?”

Upon turning to his brother, all of the softness went out of Kalak’s face, replaced with a brutally hard edge.

“Two choices. We can fight or we can...not fight.”

“We...why not fight man with shiny rocks?” Kalak said.

“Because he has guns and we have none,” Boros replied.

Kalak grunted and slid his hand back through the bars, his fingers sweetly brushing my cheek.

“I...do whatever it takes to get Gi...na back.”

Just the sound of his voice almost made me weep for him. So badly I yearned for his embrace, to feel his touch and his kiss and his...

“She is in her moons,” Boros said. “She is...ripe.”

Kalak’s eyes flickered in the mid-morning sun and his hand slid down my body to my belly where he squeezed me gently. His beautiful eyes fixed on mine and he nodded.

“I...I will take her.”

“Ha! You will not,” Boros said. “She’s mine now.”

The fingers on my cage closed tight, silver knuckles going white.

“Gina...my...mate!”

Savagely, Kalak swung his arm as he turned, and caught his brother on the jaw. No laughing that time. Boros slumped to his knee and tried to collect himself.

“You do that again, you fight my sons,” he said with a growl. “Enough, Kalak.”

“You keep mate...Gina...away in a box. You expect Kalak not to fight?”

Boros sighed heavily. “I expect you will, but not against me.”

“What?”

“We both have...a common enemy, Kalak,” Boros said. “But we can’t fight him alone. I’ve tried and I ended up in chains.”

Kalak growled, clenching his fist tight.

“You help me,” Boros continued, “and you can have her. Though her first offspring might be a little darker than you expect.” A grin crawled across his face which Kalak ignored.

“What...what you want of Kalak?”

“The man who was tried to destroy us, he lives in a place not far from here. A large...building. When you freed his slaves, you turned the tide. Now we finish the fight.”

Three nights ago, Kalak and his sons invaded the diamond miner’s camp and freed a number of captured beast men, including Boros and his sons. Boros, intending to force his brother’s hand, took me hostage in the chaos. I shuddered as I thought back about the way he had dragged me forcibly through the woods, terrified me, and then took me across the back of a tree.

The memory of his seed dripping down my legs, of his savage might shoving against my cunt sent a little chill down my back, that I tried to suppress.

“Kalak thought you said not fight?”

“Not face to face.”

“Kalak not a coward,” my mate growled. “Kalak not sneak around in shadows.”

Boros heaved another sigh.

“There’s no other way. The man we fight, he has flying machines, and weapons our spears could never match. Using our wits,” he tapped his forehead, “is a different way to be brave, Kalak.”

My mate pursed his lips and looked back and forth from his brother to me as though he was carefully weighing his options.

“What if Kalak just takes Gina?”

“You won’t.”

The grim look on Kalak’s face told me that he knew he was stuck.

“And if Kalak help?”

“Then she’s yours.”

A lump gathered in my throat. Kalak looked back at me, his blazing eyes piercing my soul. He gritted his teeth so hard I heard his grinding molars.

“How Kalak know Boros not lie?”

Boros grinned. “Does Kalak have a choice? I’ll make a deal with you. If you agree to help, I’ll let you have your mate right now.”

“Kalak can take her?”

“No, but you can have her.”

“In cage?”

Boros nodded. “While I watch to make sure you don’t try anything.”

The tension between the two beasts was palpable. I thought at first that Kalak was going to fly off the handle and attack his brother again, but after his neck tensed up, he relaxed.

“Okay,” he said with a long exhale. “Okay.”

Moving past his brother, Boros unlashed the leather that held my cage closed and opened the door.

“Why you not escape?” Kalak said as he entered and ran his hand through my hair. “Door just sitting there, not locked.”

I had to think about it. “I didn’t...I didn’t know where to go. He’s not been cruel to me. I’ve been fed, I’ve had blankets. And even if I did run, I hadn’t any idea how to find you, sweet Kalak.”

His hands on my body felt like home. I was instantly swept away on a cloud that took me back to the forest, back to our camp in the jungle, back before the attack and the fighting and the pain. It took me all the way back to when my Kalak pried me out from under a mat of leaves I pulled over myself to hide from him when he went after me the first time. I sat there shivering and terrified until he came and pulled me out by the ankle. That was –
God, almost a month now
, I thought – so far away.

But as he touched me, as his callused, worn hands slid over my body, and my skin prickled to life, I remembered the pain and the pleasure of his first time taking me. The warmth that filled me as my skin flushed and reddened everywhere his fingers brushed, it reminded me of the heaven I’d felt in Kalak’s embrace.

“Do what he says,” I whispered, though Boros could still probably hear. “Do whatever he says, my love, and then we can be together again and never worry about anything as long as we live.”

Without a word, Kalak ran his hand down my naked back, following the gentle slope of my hips, and let it rest against the small of my back. He swelled so hard, so quickly, that when I felt his thickness against my leg, I gasped.

Trickling my fingertips down his hair-covered, rock-hard stomach, and to the growing heat between his legs, I curled my hand around the base of Kalak’s cock and tugged him all the way to his tip. The gentle groan he let out as I did reminded me of the way he smiled, and the way he moved his hips against me that first time, back in the forest.

I looked past him, to Boros, who stood outside my cage and shamelessly watched my nakedness as his brother caressed me, kissed me, and began to please me.

My mate slid one huge finger along the slit of my sex and moaned as he tested my entrance. “Kalak never stopped thinking about Gina,” he said.

“Nor I you,” I said, inhaling sharply when his finger pushed deeper and he dragged it along the part of my pussy that sends thrills shooting up my back. “Not for even a second.”

By the time the second finger was inside me, Boros’s presence completely left my mind. I was so wrapped up, so enrapture with my mate’s scent and his muscled body that I think I would have overlooked even an earthquake in that blissed moment. The only reason I remembered my Kalak’s brother was nearby was the rhythmic tapping of his foot.

Tap-tap-tap
it went, as though he was impatiently waiting for us to finish our lovemaking so he could have his brother back for a planning session. When I chanced a look back in his direction though, I saw that he was enjoying it a bit more than he let on, as his cock hardened and he slid his hand along himself in time with the moaning that Kalak’s patient rotations drew from my lips.

As he pushed his delicious fingers deeper, I felt my mate’s manhood stiffen against my leg, the heat from it pulsing against my thigh like a hot iron needing to be cooled. I reached for him with my other hand, still pumping with the first, and squeezing his massive tip in my palm.

Kalak bent his head to kiss me, but instead sucked a deep breath when I gave him a harder, more urgent grip and twisted my hands in opposite directions around his shaft. Slowly, he pulled me backwards until he fell against the slats of my cage and relaxed a bit. As his tongue danced against mine, and he sucked a deep kiss from my lips, Kalak pushed my hands away, held both of them in one of his mighty fists, and pushed his hardness between my legs.

In long, slow, slick drags, the stiff hair lining his prick teased my lips, and I clenched my thighs tight around him.

“Kalak has missed his Gina so much,” he moaned as he pulled himself almost all the way out and then pushed back until the bottom of his muscled stomach rested against my belly.

“Kalak,” I said as he drove his hips forward, grinding so hard against me that a thrill crept up my chest and made my nipples harden. Just saying his name made me smile, just being there with him made me happy. Even if nothing else happened, this was all I wanted, I knew. All I ever wanted.

“We don’t have much time,” Boros said. His voice was far away, and the way he spoke made it clear that whatever plan he was making wasn’t at the front of his mind. I shot another glance toward him, past Kalak, through my half-opened eyes, and watched Boros tug hard on his heavy balls with one hand as he twisted and jerked himself with the other.