Reluctant Mates - 21 Paranormal Romance Stories (Werewolf, Vampire, Minotaur and Monster collection) (34 page)

“This is the best chance we’ll have. The only chance, probably. Come.”

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“W
hat you mean leave?” Kel and Makel, two of Kalak’s sons, said. “Thought you said forest safe now?”

Kalak wrung his hands, trying to figure out a way to explain the situation. He also had to come up with some way to explain Boros’s presence since they’d spent so long trying to kill each other that the youths didn’t remember him as anything but their father’s rival. He stayed back, a distance from the camp, until the time was right.

“Where are we going? And why? Makel doesn’t want to leave.” The third of Kalak’s sons added. “We have a place. Why do we have to leave?” He put his hands on his hips, unconsciously flexing his beautiful chest in the grey light of dusk.

“Krizik, Makel, Kel, do you...trust me?”

The three of them looked among themselves and then one by one, they all nodded to their father, who took a deep breath.

“We...have to go. We have to...” He bunched up his face, obviously frustrated at his inability to explain. And then, he called to Boros, and his sons all tensed up immediately.

“You brought him here? The traitor?” Kel recoiled, hissing his words through gritted teeth. He grabbed me by the arm, pulled me to his side and held me between himself and his brothers. “She not safe from him.”

“Things...different now,” Kalak said. “Have to...Gina...help?”

It took a moment before I figured out what he meant, but as soon as I did, I quickly explained what happened, and what had changed in the past few days. They weren’t happy about it, not at all. But once everything was out in the open, the three of them seemed to settle down a little. Kalak made a move to the edge of the clearing to summon his brother, but stopped for a moment and looked about the camp before moving on.

Kalak came back to the camp with Boros and his young in tow, and the bigger, darker-haired beast man seemed almost reticent to enter the camp.

For a moment that stretched into eternity, the eight beast men stared at one another. I was worried for a time that Makel, who seemed to tense up the tightest when his uncle entered the camp, was going to attack, but as time passed, it became obvious that what I read as rage was really just confusion.

Kel went to open his mouth but his father shot him a glance and he stopped short.

“I...want to apologize for...the things I’ve done,” Boros said.

Growls circled the camp. Makel turned his back and went about gathering things and rolling up a mat.

“You betrayed us!” Makel snapped. “You brought the man with the rocks here. Without you, we’d still have our women. We’d not be dying.”

Boros shook his head. “For that I can only apologize. But, I promise that I didn’t do any of it because I wanted to hurt anyone. I was fooled.”

“Fooled, he says!” Makel spit on the ground, his fur bristling. “He wanted us all dead so
his
tribe could take over the forest!”

Looking at the ground, Boros again shook his shaggy, black mane.

“Makel,” Kalak said, “watch your words.”

“No, no, let him speak,” Boros interrupted. “He’s got every right. It was my fault. All of it. Without me and my failures, the plague would never have happened. Your shoulder would not be presently split by a wound, and we would not have had poison the wells around that house and endanger ourselves. It is my fault, and I want to make amends.”

“Amends? How?” This time it was Kel who spoke, the youngest of Kalak’s offspring.

“I do not know. But know that I went to Kalak first to go against the man who enslaved us, rather than going back to him. I am...sorry. That’s all I can say. It’s time we move on for the good of our –”

“Move on?” Kel said, exasperated. “
Move on
? You’re the reason our mother and the rest of our tribe is dead, Boros! And you want us to move on. Ridiculous!”

At that, the fists that had relaxed a moment before clenched again and Kalak’s three youths charged their uncle and lunged. Kalak tried to stop them, shouted them down, but by the time he realized what was happening, they were in the air already, and the first shoulder had crunched against Boros’s mighty chest.

The site of the beastmen clashing with each other, and them rolling about in the dust and the dirt reminded me of the first time I wandered into their forest and watched Kalak’s sons struggling with one another, muscles straining and sweat beading under their fur as they slammed into one another.

Boros twisted and whipped his fist around, thumping Kel hard on the chest and sent him sprawling to the ground. Next the two of Kalak’s remaining sons dove at the bigger beast. He stuck his hand in the face of Makel and twisted to the side which made Krizik miss completely and flop to the ground.

For another moment, all was still.

And then a laugh burst through the camp. Four heads turned at once, joined by two new beastmen, Boros’s identical sons, who moved in from the forest fringing the camp. As I watched, wondering just what was about to happen, one thing was very obvious to me – I had such a tremendously warm sensation burning inside me that I realized I was almost breathless as I watched.

The smell of sweat, of the forest, and of the tiny amount of blood that tinged the air filled my nose. After shooting a sidelong glance at the new members of the group, Kalak’s sons all looked back to their father. His eyes, Kalak’s burning, soulful, brown eyes, settled on me, and pulled whatever little of my breath was left, straight out of my chest.

“We have...new home,” he said in that low, rumbling voice. “Must leave this...one.”

He looked back and forth between his children and Boros, and then let his eyes settle back on me. “We have new...family.”

At the last word, my heart skipped a beat in my chest and I began to burn for him, to yearn again for his touch.

“But father! Why do we have to accept
him
?” Kel snarled. “He betrayed us! Betrayed you!”

“No,” Kalak said sternly. “Him...Boros did right, Boros thought. Kalak would have done the same.”

Something must have happened wherever they went,
I thought.
They must have come to some kind of agreement that brought them peace.

“Boros,” he said. “There is something...to do before go.”

At once, both Boros and his brother turned their eyes upon me and I felt burning between my thights a desire to have both of them fill me again. So sore was I, so needy, and ready to do whatever I had to do to help these mighty, beautiful monsters, that the ache inside me was not pain, but a sweet lust.

“Gi...na,” Kalak said. “Moon turns. Today. Yes?”

Boros stretched an arm behind him as though he’d just exercised and crossed the distance between us before grabbing me by the shoulder roughly.

“Yes,” he said. “This is the last day of her moon-turn.”

“Then,” Kalak said. “Not...much time. Must make sure.”

“Of what?” I said as Boros yanked me to him and a giggle burst out of me.

He ran his thick, black fingers down the middle of my back.

“She belongs to my father! She is his to share!” Kel shouted. “Take your hands off her!”

“Kel, she...is mate.”

“I belong to all of you,” I said interrupting him. “We’re one family now, right? We all have to do what we can.”

Several sidelong glances later, the tension resolved itself when I reached over and stroked Kel’s heavy, limp cock for a moment until I felt him begin to warm and stiffen.

“Does this help?” I asked him with a soft voice as he groaned at my touch. “Is this what you needed? We’re all here for the same thing, right?”

“Ye...” Instead of continuing, he just leaned his head back and let me pleasure him.

I slid my hand from the bottom to the top of his length, flicking my thumb back and forth over his little ridge and relishing the grunting sighs that came. Each time my fist got near his tip, I gave him a little squeeze and a little twist, loving the way his hair-lined cock felt as it warmed my palm.

One of Boros’s sons slowly approached from the side as though he wanted to get near but was afraid of what may happen.

“You have nothing to worry about,” I said to the strangely timid creature, “we’re a family now and we’ve got to act like one. Right Kel?”

“Mmm...”

I couldn’t help a grin just a little as the smallest of Kalak’s sons swelled bigger in my hand and moaned out his pleasure. Stretching my fingers I managed to brush against the muscled thigh that approached me from behind and to the side and curled my fingers against his taut skin. He groaned too, but softer and less outwardly as Kel did when I slid my tongue along one side of his cock to get him ready for a suck.

Dragging my fingertips along the new cock, I let them trickle all the way to the beast man’s balls, where I slid them through the thick, curly hair that grew there, and gave him a gentle kneading with my palm. When he groaned, I did it again just a little harder, and then gripped him tight and squeezed my hand hard enough that it worked its own way to his tip.

That’s what I noticed something that surprised me a little. Not because it was there, but because I either didn’t realize it before, or had forgotten during my captivity, but whereas Kalak’s sons had cocks that were very human in appearance, though covered with fur, Boros’s sons, were very bestial in appearance. Long, thick, and with a gentle slope from base to tip, the cock in my hand had a pronounced bulge in the center that grew a little bigger as he hardened.

So badly I yearned for him to shove it in me, or better yet, more than one to be shoved in me, maybe more than one in each of my waiting, sex-slicked holes. I smiled as I stroked and then turned my head to Kel and took him between my lips, swirling my tongue hungrily around his tip, and licked away a little drop. As it trickled down my tongue, and the salty, sweet heat made its way down my throat, a shudder crept out of me to follow.

“Yes,” I cooed as I pulled my mouth away from Kel’s wondrous cock for a moment. “We can all get along, don’t you see?”

I turned my head for a moment to see Boros and Kalak standing by one another. Boros’s hand was on his brother’s shoulder and they seemed to be talking about something, though Boros’s mighty black prick was beginning to harden between his legs as he absently stroked it. As well, Makel and Krizik were both slowly creeping closer to the soft patch of grass where I knelt with their brother’s hardness an inch from my mouth. Boros’s other son, who seemed almost identical to the one I’d already reeled in, stared with wide eyes at his wild man’s cock that glistened where my lips had been.

Satisfied that there was no more violence to happen between the beautifully savage creatures surrounding me, I worked my tongue down Kel’s prick as a lead up to my lips circling him and dragging him deep in my mouth. He threw his head back and groaned as I massaged him with my teeth ever so gently, and tugged both him and his cousin at one time. With each passing moment, the burning between my legs grew hotter and wetter and before long I realized that the only thing I wanted more than to continue pleasing these beasts was for them to please me.

I raised my hips off the ground, pumping my fists harder up and down the two cocks that I held, and hoping that the site of my nakedness would catch one of my many lovers and prove irresistible. I didn’t have long to wait before Makel’s hand, who I knew by the softness of his touch, moved up, and then down, my spine. Goose bumps rose along the path his fingers took and when he entered me slowly with a finger, I had to consciously breathe so as not to go weak from pleasure. Gently and slowly he turned it inside me and I listened to his breath as he bent low over me and the hair on his muscled chest brushed my back and he sucked a kiss on my neck.

As I tugged and I licked and I squeezed, the fingers in my pussy were already glistening with my sex juice. I felt the warmth that I knew came when I was most ready to take a baby. Slicker than the rest of the time, my juice trickled out of me and down my thighs. Makel groaned as he tasted me, and then pushed his fingers back in – two that time – stretching me in either direction and lingering on the spot at the front of my sex that thrilled me the most.

Lost between my three beastmen, I didn’t even notice that Boros and Kalak’s other sons had slowly crept up beside me. Krizik stroked my hair and pulled a little then gave me a kneading on my neck, tugging me backwards so that Makel’s cock slid between my thighs. I gripped him and he moaned, then I groped for a new cock to pull, urged as many of them as I could to gather in front of me.

Moving from one to the other, the only thing I noticed was color and thickness. In the dying light of the forest, it was hard not to get confused who was where. The fingers inside me dragged my walls a little deeper, stretching me more and more around them in a glove-fitting tightness that sent a chill all the way up my back. Then, I felt a fingertip tease my ring, slide down to my pussy and back up, then dip just inside my ass, slicked with my own juice. Very gently, the finger that I assumed to be Krizik’s, searched me, stretched me, and pleased me. I arched my back against the pressure, driving both hands a little deeper, but was almost immediately pushed back to where I was before with a grunted laugh.

“She gets excited,” Makel said in his rumbling voice. “Look at the way just my fingers make her act.”

“She reminds...of Lak,” said Krizik. I later learned she was his lost mate. “Her taste is...mmm...”

Either Krizik or Makel slid his tongue down my back, circling then kissing all the way to my waist where he squeezed and pulled me back so that the thick cock between my legs slid hard and hot and thrilling all the way up my slit until it seemed like it reached my belly. God I wanted him in me, both of them in me, really, but I also wanted to suck...

With my hands on one jet-black cock, and one gray one, I took the second of Boros’s sons into my mouth, sucking hard on his sheathed tip and managed to force about half of it between my aching jaws.

His hand went to my throat where he stroked gently, easing himself deeper but somehow keeping me relaxed enough that I didn’t start to gasp and choke. I stretched my tongue out between my teeth and rubbed it along the underside of his shaft, tasting him deep and drawing a lung full of his leather and musk scent.