Securing Sara (The Beast Masters Series) (6 page)

Malock tore his mouth from her and looked away. It was then she noticed the fur sprouting on his forearms. She tempered her fear, her passion too great for it anyway.

Jaston withdrew his fingers from her and stood quickly by Malock’s side. “Old friend,” he said, his voice calm.

Malock didn’t respond.

Jaston lifted his glistening fingers and reached around Malock. He pressed his wet fingers to Malock’s lips. “Taste of our woman.”

Malock stiffened. “Our?” he asked, his voice sounding strained.

“Ours,” Jaston confirmed.

Malock glanced at her and she saw the signs of his pending change. He was part animal. She knew as much now. All the men were. It didn’t scare her now. It excited her.

They excited her.

She didn’t care how much of a fiend she was, how depraved. She wanted these two men and she’d have them. “Fuck me,” she said boldly.

The men shared a look and Jaston nodded to Malock. Malock in turn walked to the wall and pulled a lever. The cross she was affixed to began to lean back. She gasped and found herself lying flat on her back, attached to the cross, spread wide for them. Jaston was first to dip near her exposed sex. He pushed his tongue into her cunt and she cried out in pleasure.

Malock approached her face. With one hand he made quick work of his loincloth, tearing it away. His huge cock bobbed before her face. Eagerly, she opened her mouth. It took some positioning but he managed to fit himself at an angle that she could take him in her mouth. The minute his cock head passed her lips, she felt complete, as if she’d been in limbo all her life, waiting for this moment, for these two men.

Jaston finger-fucked her as she sucked with hungry need on Malock’s cock. Various scars marred his lips, but they took nothing from the beauty and perfection of his sculpted frame. His heavy, hard and now wet cock slid deeper into her mouth, touching the back of her throat. She relaxed, welcoming him.

Jaston added a third finger, stretching her wide, and she arched her hips up at him. He chuckled into her pussy and then stood. She didn’t look away from her taste at hand—Malock’s cock. He needed this. He needed her. And she needed him.

She sucked more.

Pressure against her entrance told her Jaston was there, ready to fuck her. She wanted it. Wanted him.

He pushed his cock into her slowly at first. He was larger than either man she’d had in her before and he seemed to understand that fact. He took his time, allowing her body to adjust to him. Soon, need outweighed common sense and she thrust up, grinding herself deeper against his cock. He roared and then pushed deep into her. The pain gave way quickly to pleasure. She was so full. A cock in her mouth. A cock buried deep in her pussy. The way it should have always been for her.

She knew that now. Knew coming to this planet was no accident. They were what she’d always needed. And from the sounds of their pants and grunts, and the feel of their cocks in her, she was what they needed as well.

Malock fucked her face and she gasped for breath as his cock pushed deep down her throat. His ball sac slapped at her cheek with the odd way her head was turned. She wanted to touch him, to cup his ass and force him to thrust faster. With her hands bound, she couldn’t.

Jaston was a man who had pleased many women, she could tell from how his hips moved, how he knew to rub her clit with his thumb as he pumped in and out of her in long, steady strokes.

Malock put his hand in her hair and then pushed in deep, holding steady, his cock twitching. Seed jetted down her throat. She swallowed and couldn’t stop the smile that played at her lips as he withdrew his cock from her. He bent, his lips finding hers. The kiss was tender and full of emotion—emotions neither should feel so soon, but that were clearly there.

He broke the kiss and then turned her head so that she looked directly at Jaston as he stood between her open legs, fucking her pussy. “Look upon him,” Malock said. “For he is not known to fuck this way. Yet he soaks in the sight of you. He does not look away. Look how eager he is for you. Look at the raw need he holds for you.” He kissed her cheek. “That
we
hold for you.”

Jaston gripped her hips and lost his rhythm then. His speed increased and she thought she might break from his thrusts. Instead, her body reached new levels. It pulsed and then pleasure burst through her, emanating from her groin. She shook, thankful she was secured, or she’d have flopped like a fish out of water.

Jaston snarled and then roared again, sounding just like an animal. She found herself liking the noise, knowing it meant he too had lost control. He pounded into her flesh and then remained in place, her pussy pulsing around his cock, his cock spurting seed into her womb.

His breathing was harsh and labored as he withdrew. He stared down upon her and she felt his seed leaking from her body. He smeared his fingers through it and then swiped them back into her body.

Malock laughed softly. “Soon enough your seed will take root in her.”

Jaston eyed him.

With a shrug, Malock ran a hand through her hair. “I know who will be first husband. I am not so greedy as to try to take that from you.”

Sara, too sated to do much of anything, simply lay there, spread open, naked and fully satisfied. A niggle in the back of her mind started but passed quickly. “Mmm, yes.”

The men watched her. “Jaston, I believe her to be sexually intoxicated.”

“I believe you to be right,” Jaston returned. He nodded to her breasts. “The pink where you pinched her is alluring, yes?”

“Very,” Malock agreed. “Imagine her ass when we spank it.”

Jaston licked his lips. “And when we fuck it.”

She gasped.

Jaston tilted his head. “No man has put his dick in your ass, has he?”

“N-no,” she managed.

“How many have been in your cunt?” he demanded.

“Not many,” she confessed.

He put a hand upon her thigh. “From this point on, only Malock and I are to be in you. Am I clear?”

She lifted her head as much as she could. “I’m to work here at the House of Pleasure. Men will—”

Malock rushed Jaston, pushing him back just as rage flashed through Jaston’s gaze. Malock twisted slightly. “Sara, you still wish to service many here rather than just us in a home dwelling?”

She paused. They still wanted her?

“She will not service many. I will kill any man outside of this room, this second, who dares to look upon her, let alone sink his dick into her. She is mine.”

“Ours,” Malock reminded.

Jaston nodded. “Ours.”

Sara wanted to be offended. To shout again that she belonged to no man, but she knew it was a lie. It was as though she’d been made for them. But to give in so soon was against her very nature.

She licked her lips. “Untie me.”

Malock lifted a brow in question. “Your decision?”

“I’ll stay here,” she said. “Unless, Jaston gives me a really good reason not to.”

Glee shone in Malock’s eyes. He knew the game she played.

Chapter Nine

The sounds of water lapping and soft whispers floated down the hall of the House of Pleasures to Jaston. He’d been forced to step away as Malock had released Sara from the cross. Hearing her select a life of sexual servitude over him had been too much to bear. Malock had remained in the room with her, taking her to the adjoining bathing chamber. Jaston, with his heightened hearing, was able to make out every moan of pleasure that had fallen from Sara’s lips as Malock had bathed her.

Malock had fucked her as well. Jaston had heard that too. It angered him less than he’d first assumed it would. Utan had been correct. A different side of Malock showed with the introduction of Sara.

Jaston knew the tales of old—the ones the warriors of long ago still told. The ones speaking of two Ralenium males claiming one female for the two of them. The female would wear one collar with a pendant for each male. Jaston could not recall a pairing such as this since his birth. The alpha side of him demanded she be his and his alone. The other part, the part that still wanted desperately to find the man Malock used to be, wanted to ensure his friend was whole once more. If that meant sharing his female, then so be it.

She is not your female,
he reminded himself.
She has selected the service to all.

His mind wandered and he pictured the endless lines of men who would arrive at the House of Pleasure seeking out a fuck and suck. They’d want Sara—what man wouldn’t? She was beautiful and spirited and…

He had to step away from it all.

A whore who had been a regular at the House of Pleasure approached. She was one he’d fucked from behind many a time. Her lips eased into a smile as she spotted him. “Master Jaston.”

He nodded to her. Normally the sight of her adorned in little more than gold chains made his cock stir. Though, at their last meeting together she’d been unable to make him come no matter how skilled her mouth was.

She neared him and went to her knees before him, a sign of respect to his station and the fact he was male and dominant. Something Jaston could not fathom Sara doing with as much ease. No. Sara was willful and would stand just to spite him.

He huffed.

Still he wanted her.

The woman before him, whose name he’d never actually bothered to learn, ran her hands over his thighs. She shivered and he could smell her cunt. She was wet for him. She’d be a willing fuck and could help take the edge off being rejected by Sara. Jaston considered the act for a fraction of a second but then shook his head. “Rise,” he commanded.

She did as instructed.

“I have no need of you. Find another in need of a fuck.”

She looked hurt by his words but that mattered little to him.

Utan stepped around the corner and eased against the wall as the whore moved past him. In all the time Utan had been charged with overseeing this particular House of Pleasure, Jaston could not once recall seeing him with any of the whores. Malock often joked his cousin had to have the most sated dick in all Ralen, but Jaston doubted that fact. It seemed quite the opposite. It seemed as if Utan had very little interest in the abundance of pussy around him.

That, or he was waiting for the right pussy.

Utan lifted his chin. “Malock is still with your fire-haired woman?”

“He is.”

“Yet you are not?” he questioned.

“She rejects me…us even.”

Utan listened, tipping his head to the side. “It sounds as if she does anything but reject him. Is there something more?”

“She said she wishes to remain here, in service.”

Utan snorted. “She is too willful to ever work here. She would stab a patron before she fucked him. And that would be bad for business.”

Pride welled in Jaston. “I know.”

Another of the House of Pleasure whores appeared. She held a worried look upon her face. “Master Utan, a summons has been sent for Master Jaston from Master Garon.”

Jaston perked. “Regarding?”

“Oh, I would never ask. Master Garon waits on the comm line in the main office, sir.”

Utan flicked his fingers. “Come quickly.”

Jaston hesitated, his gaze going to the closed door.

Utan touched his arm. “She is being fucked long and hard. She will go nowhere just yet and I will allow none save Malock to be with her.”

“Thank you.”

Chapter Ten

Jaston pushed into the guard tower and had to move a toppled-over communications center to do so. He half expected to find a massacre by the state of things. When Garon had told him the emergency beacon had been sounded for guard tower six, Jaston had rushed to it, even partially shifting to make the journey even faster.

Sniffing the air, he scented blood, more than one person’s, but not death. Whoever had caused the chaos and destruction was not there. Their mess was. The guard tower was in shambles.

The door burst open behind him, and Jaston stepped aside as Garon came tumbling in. He caught the man and helped to right him. Garon drew up short, his eyes wide.

“What has occurred?” asked Jaston.

“My guess would be the males stationed here fought,” said Garon.

Jaston breathed out a long breath. “Over the females?”

With a snort, Garon nodded. “Many incidences have been reported since their arrival. I am told you and Malock had more than words.”

Jaston hesitated. He did not like admitting weakness to a superior officer. He shuffled his feet and then nodded. “It is true.”

“Over the female with hair of fire, I presume,” said Garon.

Over our mate.

He resisted saying as much, choosing instead to bend and pick up a broken receiver. “Yes. Over Sara.”

“Have you mated with her?”

His eyes widened. The very idea of Sara permitting such a thing after selecting a whorehouse above him was beyond comprehension. “She will not allow me near her. Her temper is that of a ganorian beast that has not been fed.”

Garon laughed and patted Jaston’s shoulder. “A ganorian beast, you say? Truly?”

“I think I do not do her moods justice,” confessed Jaston. “She dislikes me greatly.”

“I did not sense dislike upon her when she arrived. I recall the scent of arousal,” Garon said clearly.

“Making her wet and making her happy are two very different things. She likes my cock just fine. Me, not so much. She is not one who submits easily as I’d hoped she might be.” He wanted to say more but resisted. It was improper to conduct himself in this manner near his superior.

“But she submits to Malock?” questioned Garon.

Jealousy ripped through Jaston. “Yes.”

“And this displeases you? You wish not to share?”

He played with the broken receiver, wanting to both disappear and continue this conversation. He was very torn. “I wish for her to accept my needs and to accept me. She seems at ease with Malock. Why should I be different?”