Reluctant Mates - 21 Paranormal Romance Stories (Werewolf, Vampire, Minotaur and Monster collection) (31 page)

“Boros, I...”

“Quiet.”

I tried to keep calm as his callused hands dragged from my naked waist to my neck. The heat inside me that rose when he entered began to bubble up and turn my flesh red with desire. He sniffed the air in three quick snorts, then a long deep one.

“I smell you in the air,” he said.

Something about his voice, the gravely desire underneath his words, it made me want him despite my misgivings. As strange as it was, I felt connected to Kalak and his tribe. Though he shared me with his sons, that act was somehow different.

But, I drew a breath and trembled as I exhaled. With one of his massive hands around my waist and the other tangled in my hair, Boros turned to face the moon and I felt a shudder creep through me as desire burned deep within.

My cage was on three sides made of wood lashed together, which were joined to the side of a flat rock face.

He moved closer to me and pulled my body against his. His cock running between my legs stoked the fire in my core. His rough, hard fingers slid from my waist to my chest and rasped over my sweetly aching nipples.  Since he last forced himself inside me, with my back arched against him and my pussy yearning for his hardness, my entire body seemed to prickle with every breath I took.

“Mmm,” he moaned from low in his throat. “What kind of witch are you?”

“Witch?”

“I have,” he said as he slid his hand to my shoulder. “I have had many mates. But you seem to cast a spell over me.”

A smile played across my lips. The hand on my shoulder pushed me, gently urging me to go to my knees. I knelt in front of the great Boros and felt his heat beside my face. In the darkness he was almost invisible except when he turned into the moon. But I had him enough to know exactly how long and how hard his cock was as I ran my hands up his muscled thighs and embraced his girth with my eager fingers.

“Kalak is coming,” he said as I squeezed. “He’ll be here soon.”

I tried not to give away my anticipation, but I did ask how he knew.

“We are connected,” he said. “Brothers are blood. I can feel him moving below.” A deep, loud moan interrupted him as I tightened my fists.

The hair along Boros was smooth and hard under my palm. A hand on the back of my head urged me forward. The taste of the monster on my tongue was enough to fan the flames in my chest that moments before I felt sure were dead for at least a time. So ragged had he worn me since taking me captive that it was a little surprising to me that I hadn’t just given out in exhaustion yet, but something about the creature kept me coming back. In the split second between a droplet of his manliness running over my tongue and down my throat, and sliding my lips fully around his tip, I wondered if it was just my way of keeping my mind distracted so I didn’t panic.

My lips stretched tight around the immense girth of Boros’s only vaguely human cock as he pushed forward and made me taste him deeper. His shape sliding back over my tongue drove warmth inside me that receded when he did, and stoked again with each sucking, tooth-dragging stroke.

“Yes!” He shouted as I bit gently and scraped my teeth along his thickness. “Yes, yes, harder!”

I gripped him with a fist, twisting my hand around his base and pulling from his fur-covered sack to just below his head where my lips were fixed. I ran my tongue up and down the sensitive place under his head, flicking faster as his breathing got heavier and more desperate and the sounds in his throat deepened.

Boros clenched his fist in my hair, shooting tendrils of pain through my scalp and down my back. Almost as quickly as it took me, the pain melted into a naughty, awful pleasure and made me suck harder and harder. Pausing for a moment to take a breath, I took my lips away from Boros and desperately rubbed him on either side of my face as I sucked air.

“Who said Gina could stop?” He said with a gentle laugh and tugged my head back, so that I looked up into his mighty, awful face. He pulled back his lips and showed me his carefully filed teeth that could rip into my flesh at any moment, though I knew that wasn’t going to happen.

As soon as I had breath in my lungs again, I opened my eyes wide and reached for him.

He backed away and swatted my hands out of the air.

“Prove to me how much you want me,” the monster said. “Come, Gina and take me.”

I went for him again, falling forward with desperate lust, groping in the darkness for his thick, wonderful, manhood. I felt the hard muscles of Boros’s thigh, but again he slapped me away, laughing as he tormented me.

“You’ve made me so hard,” he said with a chuckle. “I can smell your lust.”

That time he moved only slightly back and I knew that before long he would be against the wooden bars of my enclosure. I scooted forward on knees that were scraped and painful from the hard dirt underneath. A rock bit into my flesh and I squealed, but he only laughed.

“If Gina wants to be filled again, she’ll earn it.”

I lunged and missed, but caught myself on my palms. One of Boros’s feet was right beside my hand, so I pulled myself up his leg, scratching as I went, which judging from the noises he made, he enjoyed.

“Oh, Boros is caught,” he laughed. “Gina has caught me.”

Again, his fingers curled against the tender flesh near my underarm and he yanked me to my feet. I squirmed to get back to my knees and taste my captor again in the back of my throat, but he held me still and slid one of his hands down my belly and between my legs.

Two fingers pushed inside my slickness at once and I yelped.

“Mmm,” he groaned, “still wet from my seed. Does Gina like it when Boros does this?”

“Y – yes,” I whimpered as his fingers slid deep and stretched me.

So long and thick were his fingers that each of them was bigger than a normal man’s cock. He spread them apart inside me, drawing a gasp from my lips and making me burn for him. I felt myself falling forward with pleasure, bracing myself against the bars behind Boros with one of my hands.

“She wants,” he said. “She cannot help herself.”

As I opened my mouth to moan my pleasure, the beast man drove his fingers deep one last time, turning my gasp into a quick scream that he stifled with his other hand around my face.

“Quiet,” he hissed. “Boros does not want to share this time.”

I drew a deep breath and turned my screaming to groans. The hand on my face slid to my throat and then to my breasts where he lingered for a moment. After stroking one and then the other of my stiff, aching nipples, he lowered his great, black-maned head for a suck.

His teeth and his tongue lashing against my tits made me squirm again, just like when he pushed his fingers inside me. This time though I knew that before long, I’d be full of that cock. I’d feel him bulge inside me and explode, and just the imagining of it was almost enough to send me over the edge.

Boros grunted a sound that at once terrified and thrilled me as he gripped my leg at the knee and lifted my feet off the ground. My face against the bars, he pushed so hard that I could barely keep myself upright. I felt him slide into me, his girth stretching my walls and shoving that wonderful burning back inside me, right where he belonged.

Where...he...belonged,
I thought as I stared at the moon,
or Kalak?

I shuddered when half his length pushed inside me, the hard fur and the lines and curves of his cock thrilling my entire being with every inch he moved. Pulling back, the hard hair rasped against my entrance, and he dragged his blunt claws down my back.

“Yes!” I cried out into the forest night. “Yes, Boros, yes!”

His fingernails left burning trails of prickled, red skin behind, and then he grabbed my hips with those mighty hands, bracing me and driving himself deeper. He pulled me backwards, forcing me to bend deeper at the waist, and then rammed forward again, pushing me against the bars and putting such a wonderful agony inside me that I cried out again and again.

Each time he pulled away, I longed for him to fill me again, and then when he did I shrieked for a second before he stifled me.

He bent over so that his muscled chest was against my naked back, and held me still underneath. Driving his hips against my flesh, he stuffed me over and over, stretching my entire being around his terrible girth. I screamed again and he slid his hand up my throat, covering my mouth.

“No, oh God no, no, no,” I said. “I can’t take...anymore, I’m about to-”

The beast man groaned loud, almost seeming to howl at the silver moon. He pulled away from me and stood straight as he slammed his hips against me again, our flesh slapping with a muffled sound from all the hair on his legs. Yanking my head backward with a fist full of brown hair, Boros unleashed a savage roar as his cock swelled.

“I want to feel you squeeze,” he said tightening his fist.

Even had I not wanted my climax to overwhelm me, there was nothing that I could do. His driving, stretching, burning, delicious strokes pushed me to the brink and over. He was so deep that I could feel him almost at the back of my sex, driving against me with increasingly quick, then slow, then quickening again, pounding motions. As my cunt squeezed him, just how he asked, and my nipples burned with pleasure, a breath hitched in my throat and my world went white.

“Yes!” He shouted into the night. “Yes, Gina, yes!”

My entire body gripped him. Every single muscle constricted at once, holding him deep as his tip grew larger still, and I felt his first hot pulse inside me, soaking my walls and dripping down from inside me as he over-filled my pussy. Even as he exploded inside me, and I lost control, holding myself upright only with a death-grip on the bars of my cage, I let out another agonized, pleasured scream. That one he didn’t stifle.

He pulled back and I felt his seed drip down my thighs, then he rammed in again, spurting inside me, driving his cum so deep that I felt it in my belly. His grip on my hips loosened just a little, and when he did all my tension released at once, a gush of my own juice exploding out me, drenching his twitching cock.

For a moment, we stayed like that, with him inside me, breathing deep and slow and hot. He leaned down and I felt him again on my back, warming me against the cool of the night air.

He swelled again and I felt the last of his juice squeeze out and into me before he pulled away. His sweet heat dripped down from within and somehow, just hearing his breath was enough to make me want him again already.

“My brother,” he said in a whisper. “He’s out there. He comes.”

I took a deep breath and held it in my chest almost until my lungs started to burn. “What do you mean? I know you said you’ve got his blood in you, that you can sense him, but do you know what he wants?”

“You.”

“He comes for you, for Gina. For his mate. I have tried to get him to meet for years, but Kalak never came. He stayed in the woods, and watched his women die off. Now he knows the danger and he comes. He won’t lose you to me, or to anyone else.”

“But that’s not,” I checked my words, not wanting to anger the beastman. “You and he aren’t even at odds. Not really. It’s the man, the one with the shiny rocks.”

Boros snorted.

“Kalak is hot-tempered. Stronger than me. But his emotions drive him. He cannot think clearly when he is angry. This is what I count on. He comes, I give you to him, and we make peace.”

“Peace,” I said in a distant, whispering voice. “Are you sure he’ll make peace with you?”

Boros grunted and I saw his teeth glint in the moonlight. He was smiling.

“Kalak has no choice. Without you, his tribe dies.”

“But that will happen anyway unless we can get rid of the man with the shiny rocks.”

“We,” he laughed. “We, she says. Gina thinks she understands our ways.”

“I
do
, Boros,” I said. “At least more than I did a week ago.”

“Maybe this is so,” he said as he stepped away and closed the door behind him. “Maybe that is so.”

*

B
efore dawn, Boros’s camp was alive with activity. His two identical had erected a wooden structure in the middle of the camp and he was inspecting it, though I had no idea what it was for. I watched as long as I could, but in their strange, guttural language, their words were beyond me.

The little of the language I’d picked up from Kalak and his small tribe was similar to what these creatures spoke, but just different enough that I couldn’t make sense of it. The only word that
did
make much sense, it seemed, was “Kalak” which was being said with increasing regularity as the morning went on.

“Time is almost here,” Boros said to me in that halting, bizarre English that he used when he drew near my enclosure. “Kalak comes.”

“You keep saying that,” I said. “How are you sure?”

“I feel him. He is here.” Boros put his fist over his heart. “I feel him when he thinks about me. We, our people, we are from the same flesh, the same bone and blood and sky. When he thinks of me, I feel his thoughts. I have told him to come with a signal.”

Pointing down the plateau, far away, I saw smoke rising into the sky.

“A smoke signal?” I said, fascinated. “Humans communicate like that over long distances, or when they can’t understand one another.”

“How can humans not understand one another’s words? They are all one, no?”

I chewed my lip. His point made perfect sense, of course, but I had to think of a way to explain.

“We are, but some people do not think of themselves as the same because they...use different words for things.”

He looked at me with disbelief.

“Like...like I say ‘tribe’ in my words, and in your words, you say ‘
takal
’.”

Boros pursed his savage lips and nodded. Reaching through the bars of my cage, he took my hair in his hand and then grabbed my arm. “He comes soon. Before he does, though...”

In the sun, the slick black of Boros’s chest almost glittered. His nakedness took my breath away, like it always did. There was something beautiful about the utter lack of shame that these creatures displayed. I imagined that a hundred thousand years ago, before humans decided to bind themselves with institutions and rules, that they were very much the same.