Trading Teon (The Beast Masters Series) (4 page)

Rape and
kill them?

Garon and
the rest of the Ralenium warriors spun around to face the traders. Several of
his men lost control and shifted forms. As they roared in animal form, looking
every bit as fierce as they were, many of the women screamed. Garon would try
to soothe the women’s fears, but first he had to deal quickly with the traders.
He took a step in their direction. The traders shared one look and then ran for
their ship. They were on board in the blink of an eye. Garon gave the hand
signal to the main control center to release the electronic hold they had upon
the vessel. Within seconds the traders were in flight.

Lorne
shrugged. “It would appear this lot of women is free.”

Garon shook
his head and spun around. He pointed to the men who had shifted into beast
form.

Return back at once
, he pushed on their mental path.
You frighten the females.

The men
obeyed, and when they shifted into normal form once more they were left
standing before the women as naked as the day they were born. They drew much in
the way of shocked stares from the females.

Jaston
stepped forward and addressed the women. “We are Ralenium. We are a proud group
of people. Raping and killing women is not what we do.”

“You’re
monsters,” one of the women said. “Beast monsters.”

Jaston
flinched but continued to speak calmly, “We will find lodging for you until
arrangements can be made to have you taken to Tagun, our sister planet. The
Union is in force there. You will be able to…”

A number
of the women burst into hysterical tears. A female with hair so red it looked
to be on fire, glared at Jaston. “Stop helping. The more you talk the worse it
gets.”

Jaston’s
frustration with the female showed on his face, making the males hide their
laughter.

The woman
who stirred Garon’s loins looked to him. She blinked, her blue eyes beckoning
him. “Most of us have nowhere to go, and if we’re taken to a Union-controlled
planet we’ll end up in prisons or far worse.”

Lorne
lifted his arms. “As touching as that is, Ralen is not a planet that takes in
refugees. The women who reside here are married or whores who service any man
who enters the Houses of Pleasure. If you wish to remain here, I suggest you
warm up to the idea of being selected by a man or fucked by many and quickly.
We’re busy people. We haven’t the time to devote to—”

She
squared her shoulders. “We understand what you’re saying.”

She looked
at the other women and they huddled in together. After a moment, the brunette
stepped forward. “We accept your terms.”

“Our
terms?” Garon questioned.

She
nodded. “We accept the terms laid out that if we wish to stay we must be
selected by a male of your race or we are to be placed in your Houses of
Pleasure to service men’s needs. I have one request. Any women not selected,
may they be given a chance to work, to assist, to do anything other than be
sent away or sent straight to the Houses of Pleasure?”

Lorne
responded. “No. Either they are taken by a male or they’re taken to Tagun. This
isn’t open for debate.”

Garon cast
his friend a questioning look. Lorne stared at him, using their mind path to
speak, something they rarely did because all Ralenium males could listen in on
it if they weren’t careful.

If you
agree to what she asks, she will demand a work position. You want her in your
bed, yes? And I assume you do not wish her to be a member of a House of
Pleasure.

Garon
thought about it. He thumbed at Lorne. Yes, he wanted the female, and no, he
did not want her to end up serving others at the Houses of Pleasure. “What he
said. No discussion.”

The woman
huffed and faced the other females. They spoke quietly and then she turned and
nodded. “Fine.”

He liked
her more and more.

Much to
his surprise, men began walking towards the females, surveying them, putting
their hands out. It was an offer most of the women couldn’t refuse. Out of the
corner of his eye he watched the redheaded woman step back as Jaston approached
her. She eyed another warrior and took a step in his direction. Jaston’s expression
hardened.

As Garon
watched to see if he would need to intervene to stop a fight, Lorne moved close
to the woman Garon desired. The beast within him roared. Unable to stop
himself, Garon charged his lifelong friend
 
and tackled him to the ground. The two rolled, snarling and striking one
another. Both men did partial shifts, their hands and arms covering with fur as
long dagger-like nails sprouted forth from their fingertips. Other men shot
forward, attempting to separate them, but their beasts were too on edge. Each
wanted the female. Each was willing to kill to get her.

Suddenly
the female in question appeared between them just as Garon was about to deliver
another blow to Lorne. He halted, stopping just shy of her head. Had his clawed
hand connected, it would have killed her. Of that he was sure. Horror gripped
him at the idea she could have been harmed at all, let alone by his hand. He
drew his hands back and shifted them quickly to normal form. Lorne did the
same.

Her eyes
were wide as she stared between them. Tears fell quickly down her cheeks and
something inside Garon gave in to them. He stopped his quest to kill the
competition and pulled at the tiny woman, drawing her into his arms. She cried
harder. Lorne neared and hugged her as well, leaving them both wrapped around
her. She hiccupped out a sob and then sank against them, seemingly utterly
exhausted and defeated.

“Shh,”
Garon whispered. “We will fight no more.”

Lorne
nodded. “It’s clear you’ve decided the outcome already.”

Confused,
Garon looked to his friend.

Lorne
licked his lips. “She wants us both.”

Both?
To wear two collars?

Garon had
heard tales of old, talking of Ralenium males pairing up to take a female and
claim her between them. She would wear one collar but with two pendants, one for
each male. It had not been done in his lifetime. The more he thought upon it,
the more the idea appealed to him even though the wolf within was still
possessive of the woman.

Lorne
tilted her chin up. “Tell us your name.”

She
sniffled, her eyes appearing even bluer than before. “Teon.”

“Teon,”
said Lorne, a certain softness suddenly in his voice. “Does this suit you? Does
sharing us work or shall we go back to fighting over you?”

She gasped
and put a hand to each of their chests. “No more fighting. I’m so tired. I just
want sleep and I want peace. No fighting.”

Garon
swept her up in his arms. “Then it is sleep you shall have. Come,” he said to
Lorne. “Let us take her from here.”

Teon put
her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes. Lorne moved in next to him,
assisting in getting them through the crowd. As Garon held their woman, a
strange sense of completion came over him. It was as it should be.

She would
be collared very soon.

Teon woke
to find herself on the biggest bed she’d ever seen. Five adults could easily
sleep upon it. The room was done in shades of blue, each complimenting the
next. All in all it was distinctively male in its décor. She sat up, her body
feeling the best it had since before she was arrested and then detained on the
trader ship. She stretched her arms above her head and the cool air of the room
skated over her exposed breasts.

She looked
to the doorway and found Lorne there, sipping from a cup, a sly grin on his
face. She put her arms down and covered her breasts with them. He shook his
head. “Don’t stop on my account. I very much enjoyed the view.”

She took a
calming breath. “How does this work? Do I lie back and let you do what you want
on me?”

“
On
you?”
asked Lorne in a mocking tone.

She
gritted her teeth. She wasn’t exactly new to sex but she was new to tempting a
man. She’d been caught behind a curtain, her head in a man’s lap, her mouth on
his cock while another sat eagerly by, his cock in hand, waiting his turn with
her mouth. The lies that she’d charged for the service were what branded her an
outlaw and a criminal on Earth. It was forbidden for anyone without a license
to sell sex to do so. She’d not charged. She’d been curious and the men had
been willing. Her stepmother and the councilman she tried to gift her to saw to
it the truth was buried behind lies. Lies that landed her on Ralen.

Lorne set
his mug down and strolled towards her. Each step he took drew attention to his
sinewy frame. Her mouth watered as she wondered what his cock would look like,
what it would taste like on her tongue. He wore nothing more than a wrap around
his waist. He stopped at the foot of the bed. “Let me look my fill of you.”

She
lowered her arms.

He pulled
the sheet away, exposing her naked form to him. Her nipples hardened as the
cool air of the room blew over them. Lorne’s gaze found them and remained there
a moment. She half thought he’d ravish her with how hungry his expression was.

She drew
her legs up and he shook his head. She stopped and opened her legs slowly. His gaze
snapped to her sex. He stared at her pussy as she spread her legs open more. He
stepped closer, pushing her legs farther apart, making her gasp as he put his
face close to her pussy.

“This
scent you give off,” he said, sniffing, his eyes rolling back in his head. “It
is divine. It makes my cock harden and makes me want to bury my face between
your legs and lap your cream.”

She
squeaked. Earth men would never be so bold. They’d never let those words fall
from their lips. As she looked to Lorne, his face still near her pussy, her
breathing grew rapid. What would it feel like to have his tongue in her? The
only thing she’d had in her before were her own fingers. Against rules she’d
spent many nights lying in her bed, her fingers on her clit, rubbing it.

She was a
bad seed. That was what her stepmother said. A fiend. Too depraved to be worthy
of her title or the luxuries her name provided.

Maybe she
was right.

Teon
didn’t care. All she wanted now was for Lorne to do what he’d hinted at. She
wanted him to bury his face between her legs until she knew true bliss.

He cast a
seductive smile her way. “You are not experienced in the bed, are you?”

“Somewhat,”
she managed.

He stroked
her inner thigh. “Have you had a cock rammed in you?”

“N-no,” she
whispered, feeling so exposed.

He slid
his finger lower. “Garon and I will spear you over and over again with our
cocks. We will stuff you full of us, your pussy, your mouth, your sweet, tight
ass.”

She gasped
and flushed with color. As if on command, her ass clenched at the idea of being
taken by not one but two alpha males. Her mouth went dry and she looked towards
the doorway. Garon stood there, wearing only a wrap as well. He eyed Lorne and
then her.

“You are
scared,” he stated flatly.

She was,
but then again, she wasn’t. She was frightened by how excited she was by it all
and by the circumstances surrounding her being on Ralen. Not of the men
themselves.

He entered
the room more. “Lorne, you frighten her.”

Lorne
shrugged. “She agreed to our terms. She needs to warm to the idea of being
fucked by us and soon. My cock is hard and wishes for release.”

Oh, she
was warm to the idea. Damn near bursting into flames.

Garon
puffed his chest out. “Then gift it release, but not in her. Not yet. I will
not permit her to be taken by anyone when she is frightened.”

Teon
nearly protested but the look in Garon’s eyes warned against it.

“And you
are the master here?” Lorne asked, seeming amused.

“I claim
true collaring rights to her,” Garon said, causing Lorne to gasp. “I shall bond
her to me.”

“We were
to share,” Lorne protested.

“We will,”
Garon said evenly. “But in all eyes I will be first husband, you second. It
will be my collar she wears but with both our pendants.”

Lorne
glanced at her. “You are agreeable to this?”

She wasn’t
sure what exactly
this
was. She vaguely remembered learning of some of
Ralen’s customs and what she did recall didn’t help her sort out all the talk
of collaring. She lifted her brows.

Garon
entered the room more, easing alongside the bed. His nostrils flared as his
gaze swept to her exposed sex. He inhaled and the tiniest hint of a smile
graced his full lips. He shook his head, snapping out of the hold her sex
seemed to have had on him. “Agree to my terms, woman.”

“My name
is Teon,” she corrected. Every bone in her body screamed to submit to this man.
His sheer presence elicited the response but her mouth had blurted out her name
all the same.