Trading Teon (The Beast Masters Series) (6 page)

Her lips
quivered and Garon found himself reacting. He moved up and over her, causing
her to gasp and even more cream to flood her inner thighs. He could smell it
and he needed to taste it. Of that he was certain.

His lips
found hers. She opened her mouth to him. That was good. If she didn’t submit,
he wasn’t sure his beast could restrain. Her hands found the sides of his face as
he fucked her mouth with his tongue. Her tiny body squirmed beneath him,
exciting his cock more.

He placed
a knee between her legs, forcing them open. She obliged, opening even wider
than he’d expected. He smiled against her lips. By the stars, his little woman
was fire beneath the ice. So eager for his cock, judging by the way she rubbed
her lower half against him.

Teon
wriggled and waggled to no avail under Garon’s large masculine form. It was
like trying to move the unmovable. All that stood between them was the wrap
around Garon’s waist. She moved, grinding against him, hoping to get it to come
loose. It didn’t.

His tongue
eased around hers, pulling moans from her. Her nipples hardened and scraped
against his hairless chest. Frustrated, she caught his tongue with her teeth
gently and bit lightly. He smiled against her mouth and moved his hips in a way
that left the large bulge in his wrap pressing against her mound. The friction
made her inner thighs heat.

She cried
out as he struck her sensitive clit. He wasn’t even fucking her and already she
was ready to come harder than she’d ever done by herself. She’d dreamed of this
moment. Of having a male dominate her and please her body’s needs. She never
dreamed she’d find a male up to the task—one alpha enough to handle her every
desire.

Garon
broke the kiss and stopped his powerful grind. She moaned and grabbed for him,
but he waved a finger, the lone action making her freeze in place. His piercing
gaze bore into her as he eased down the length of her. He trailed kisses down
her stomach and then over her sex. She gasped as his tongue ran the length of
her slit. He opened her legs more and his tongue eased over her swollen clit.

Teon
nearly launched off the bed, it felt so good.

Garon’s
tongue swiped over her clit again and again. Each time it drove her closer to
the edge of something great. She melted into the bed, her legs spread, his head
buried between them. He added a finger, pushing it into her tight, wet
entrance. There was a quick popping that confused her. She’d touched herself
before. She’d rubbed her bud to the point she came more than once.

But you
never put your fingers in fully
, she reminded.

It was
done.

Her
maidenhead was gone.

Garon
increased his pace, his finger pushing in and out of her as his tongue worked
nothing short of magic on her clit. He added another finger and she cried out,
unable to hold in her verbal pleas for more any longer.

“Yes,” she
murmured. “Yes.”

Garon
chuckled and added yet another finger, stretching her more. Her body clenched
on his hand and Garon lapped at her sex, groaning into her pussy.

“So
tight,” he said softly. “My flower will need to be trained to accept all of
me.”

Teon’s
head moved back and forth as she tried to wrap her mind around the assailing
pleasure. It was too much but not enough. Confused, she let go fully. Her legs
shook as pleasure raced through her lower region. Her pussy clenched tighter
around Garon’s fingers and he inhaled deep.

Her gaze
met his, and she watched as his eyes swirled with light blue colors. She
gasped, her orgasm still in control.

Garon did
a long, slow blink, the swirling colors remaining, making the man even sexier.
She reached down and touched his cheek as he continued to suck on her clit,
riding out her orgasm.

“I want a
turn,” Lorne said from the doorway, startling her.

She looked
to him and found him totally naked, his hand on his cock. He met her gaze. “You
pink up so pretty when you come.”

She
blushed more. “It’s because I’m a dirty girl.”

Lorne
licked his lips. “Good. I like my women dirty. I like them bad too. Are you
bad, Teon?”

She
hesitated and then understood where the play was going. She nodded. “Very bad.”

Garon
laughed as he drew back from her pussy. His chin glistened with her cream. He made
no move to wipe it away. Instead, he pulled her up and turned her with ease as
if she had no weight to her at all. “On all fours. Now.”

She obeyed
and it excited her the way he made demands. Her pussy ached for more.

Lorne
approached, still stroking his cock. He eyed her upturned ass. “Look how hard
you made her come, Garon. Her juices run down her legs.”

Garon
unfastened his wrap and Teon continued to stare over her shoulder at him in
stunned wonderment as he revealed his cock as well. She gulped at the size of
the two men. She knew they’d be bigger than the men she’d seen on Earth, but
she had no idea just how big.

Lorne
eased onto the bed and eyed her. He lifted a brow. “Tell me how bad you are,
Teon.”

She
wiggled her ass. “So very bad.”

His palm
came down on her ass cheek and the sound rent the air. The pain moved through
her, exciting her more. As it faded, pleasure washed over her. She moved more.
“Yes, I’m a bad girl. Very bad.”

Lorne
smiled and swatted her other cheek. This time he ran his hand over the area
when he was done. He continued, spanking her, caressing her, turning her on
more. She could feel her wetness running down the backs of her legs and her
inner thighs. She’d never been so hot for anything in her life.

Garon
stroked his cock and she licked her lips, watching him. Lorne nudged him. “She
looks hungry for your manhood. I say you give the little flower what she
wants.”

Garon
puffed out his chest and moved off the bed, only to come to the head of it. He
moved onto the bed once more, his obscenely huge cock near her face. “Open.”

She opened
her mouth as he ordered and he pressed the hot tip to her bottom lip.

“Lick me
first and then suck.”

She eased
her tongue over the head of his cock just as Lorne pushed a finger inside her.
He thrust hard and then removed it. He swatted her ass cheek again and pleasure
burst through her lower region once more. Next, Lorne’s mouth was on her, his
face buried in the cleft of her ass.

It was all
so dirty. So shameful, yet she loved every second of it.

She licked
her way down the long length of Garon’s cock. When she reached the base, she
bent her head and licked his hairless ball sac as well. He grabbed her chin,
forcing open her mouth. He took hold of his cock and put the tip on her lips.
With a nod he then inched in slowly before going to the back of her throat. Her
eyes burned but she did as he instructed. She sucked him while he fucked her
mouth.

Most of
his cock remained out of her mouth due to his sheer size no matter how far back
he went. She lifted a hand and wrapped it partway around him. He fucked her
mouth faster. His ball sac swung and began hitting her chin with each forward
thrust.

Lorne
added another finger in his exploration of her pussy, and she moaned around
Garon’s dick. Lorne pulled back and spanked her more. Each swat, each blow with
his palm sent tingles of need racing through her body. She was a bad girl and
she was dirty. And she loved every second of the men proving as much.

Garon
pumped into her mouth to the point she wasn’t sure she could take it anymore.
He roared and the sound made everything come to a grinding halt. Lorne moved
quickly from his spot to the side of his friend. “Garon, go, shift and run
free. You risk harming her here.”

Garon
pulled his cock from her mouth and stared down at her, his eyes now fully blue.
There was something there, something in his gaze that spoke to how sorry he was
to be losing control. What she saw moved her.

Teon
twisted on the bed and lay flat on her back, opening her legs wide to him. She
reached down and spread the lips of her pussy. “I want you.”

Lorne
shook his head. “Teon, no. The Heat is upon him. He could…”

Garon
moved forward, cock in hand. He worked her cunt with his fingers until her body
relaxed more. He put the tip of his cock to her entrance and pushed into her.
He held still for a moment and she arched up, wanting more of what he was
offering. She’d waited so long for this—for full sex.

With every
thrust deeper inside her, her body relaxed more and more, accommodating him
until she fully encased his cock with her warmth. He filled her completely and
tears fell down her temples, less from pain than from the overwhelming emotions
washing over her. This man who had been a stranger to her now shared the most
intimate thing with her—himself. Lifting her legs, she fought the rush of
feelings that continued to pour over her as she took him deeper.

He ground
into her, pounding, pumping, making the bed move with his strength and making
her body tingle with pleasure. He dropped his head to her neck and nipped
playfully at it. Excitement tore through her, adding to the sensations his cock
was already giving her. It was all too much. Too intense. Too overwhelming. Too
exactly what she’d been waiting for all her life.

She felt
like jelly beneath him as pleasure continued to fill her every limb. She
couldn’t take much more. She needed release. Garon roared again and Lorne moved
quickly to their sides. Teon knew he was close to protect her should things go
south. A strange, full trust came over her.

She
surrendered fully, one hand going to Garon’s chest and the other seeking out
Lorne’s cock. She jerked on it as Garon fucked her into sweet oblivion. Her
orgasm struck full force and she cried out. Garon kept going, kept pummeling
her body perfectly. Spent and unable to go on, Teon found herself drifting off
to sleep.

Lorne
laughed and bent, turning her head so his lips could meet hers. He bit at her
lower lip. “Flower, do not close your eyes just yet. For when Garon is done
expending his seed in you, I get to spank your ass more and then do the same.”

Her eyes
closed fully.

He laughed
more, waking her again.

Her body
was numb. Numb with pleasure and the endless pumping of Garon. She squeezed her
legs and Garon roared once more, rooting himself in her. His cock twitched and
she felt his liquid heat bathing her womb. There was a sharp pinching in her
left shoulder, and then at the same moment one happened on her right. She
opened her heavy lids to find both men’s heads buried on her shoulders.

They
bit me
was the
last thought she recalled before sleep won out.

When she
stirred back awake, it was to find both men wrapped around her protectively.
Teon exhaled. She’d been worried they’d take what they wanted from her sexually
and abandon her. Finding them with her, their arms firmly locked around her
sated body, eased her fears. The same surge of trust she’d felt during sex
returned, and she snuggled in deeper against them and smiled to herself.

All those
months aboard the slave traders’ ship and she’d never dreamed the outcome would
be this. She had imagined every horrid scenario. None had included what she’d
found with Garon and Lorne.

Lorne
stirred awake. He kissed her cheek. “Sleep, flower. You need rest and then we
shall feed you and bathe you.”

She
couldn’t help but smile wider. Such strong, powerful men wanted to take care of
her. She tipped her head against his chest.

He
breathed into her hair. “And know that I too shall fuck that pretty little cunt
of yours soon enough.”

Her smiled
managed to broaden.

Garon
surveyed the scene in the guard tower. It was a mess. Various computers lay in
pieces and the door was broken outward. Jaston stood by his side, shaking his
head. “What has occurred?”

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

“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.”

Shuffling
his feet, Jaston inclined his head. “It is true.”

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

Jaston
bent and picked up a broken receiver. “Yes. Over Sara.”

“Have you
mated her?”

Jaston
looked horrified at the idea. “She will not allow me near her. Her temper is
that of a ganorian beast who has not been fed.”

Tossing
his head back, Garon laughed and patted his friend on the shoulder. Jaston was
feared by many and known for his fighting skills. To see him leery of a small
female was amusing, to say the least. “A ganorian beast, you say? Truly?”

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