Securing Sara (The Beast Masters Series) (3 page)

Exit-bay doors opened and a plume of smoke appeared. Several of the girls coughed violently and she recognized one of the coughs.

Reya.

The girl was from Earth and young. She also had weak lungs and didn’t take to the air onboard the ship well. Sara soaked in the sight of Reya, having never seen her before. She was as she’d imagined—thin, frail, with hair of varying shades of blonde and gold.

The guard shoved Sara down the ramp and it took a minute for her eyes to adjust to the brightness of daylight. She’d been deprived of it for so long. A few girls shielded their eyes, having trouble with the light levels as well.

The guard finally stopped pushing her and stepped away. She thought of kicking him while his back was turned but she resisted. She wanted to be sold and soon. If she wasn’t sold off, she’d be disposed of. She knew how slave traders worked. Her only hope was appealing to those wishing to purchase a female.

The guard mixed in close with the others of his kind, and Sara glanced at the men all lined up and gathered near the vessel. Most wore nothing but loincloths covering impressive packages for sure. The men made a shiver of fear rush over her. In her past quite often strong men equaled men who were cruel.

Many of the men before her had battle scars on their chiseled chests. They were all tanned as if they spent much time outdoors, and from the looks of their bodies they spent a lot of time conditioning themselves. Some were dressed in tight-fitting pants that looked much like the leather she’d traded once while working the markets of Denki. Power, dominance and something else, something feral poured off them in waves. It was impossible not to take notice of them.

Her inner thighs flexed and cream began to build. She’d not had sex in too many moon cycles to count, and she wanted nothing more than to catch the eye of one of the sexy hunks and spend the night riding him until she had her fill.

You’re not here for your pleasure
, she reminded herself.
You’re here for theirs.

A woman with long, dark hair motioned them all closer. Sara obliged even though she wasn’t much of a joiner. A few of the women looked as if they might try to escape. They fidgeted endlessly and kept staring at an opening in the warrior men.

The brunette spoke. “If you run, they’ll send bolts of charge through your shackles. It will kill you.”

Sara pursed her lips, liking the woman instantly and recognizing her voice.

Teon.

The walls of their cells butted against one another.

Teon grinned at the women. “I’m Teon.”

Sara would have introduced herself as well but her attention moved to one of the male warriors. His long, dark hair blew slightly in the breeze. His strong features could easily be seen as too harsh. They appealed to her. Everything about him did. His blue gaze was settled on her and her heart fluttered. Her cheeks flushed with heat. She chanced a glance at him again only to find his eyes had not wavered.

She couldn’t pull her gaze from the markings on his chest and arms. Tattoos. She’d seen many people with them before but none that were this intricate. The markings curled around his biceps, showing off how large they were. Her mouth watered and her body screamed on the inside, wanting him in ways she shouldn’t.

Sara clenched her hands, doing her best to resist the overwhelming urge to nod to him, as if telling him he could take what he wanted from her. She wasn’t one to give in. And she certainly wasn’t one to submit.

Why did she want to?

What power did they have over her?

And how the hell did they get so big?

Chapter Four

The men neared and then held their ground. Many of the female prisoners made sounds indicating they were nervous at their closeness. Even Sara found herself uneasy. They were even larger the closer they drew.

Large men had a history of being violent with her. She tried to steel her nerves. It didn’t work. These men were larger than ones she’d ever encountered before. They had to be almost seven feet tall.

All
of them.

Not only that, but they were each muscle-bound and currently staring at the women from the ship as if they were all appetizers to be feasted upon. The idea had merit, but with the size of the men she couldn’t help but quake in fear. She deplored weakness in herself yet she stepped closer to Teon, a whimper falling from her lips.

Teon’s hand came to a rest upon Sara’s arm. “It’s okay. They won’t hurt us,” Teon said softly.

“But they’re…they’re huge,” muttered Sara, hating how pathetic she suddenly felt. It was as if she were a child, at the mercy of the large men around her.

“They don’t hurt women,” Teon said. “It’s against everything they stand for. They are fiercely protective of their women.”

Some of the tension left Sara. The warrior with the blue eyes and dark hair locked gazes with her. Instead of blushing, she found herself digging her nails into Teon’s arm. Teon offered a comforting pat to Sara’s wrist, and with it Sara found some of her courage again.

Still, the urge to submit to the alpha warrior who continued to watch her was great. Her knees threatened to do just that—to give out and force her to bow to him. She bit her inner lip, refusing to permit such a thing from happening.

I bow to no man.

“I promise, they won’t do anything you don’t want them to do,” Teon said, as if reading Sara’s continued unease.

Sara glanced back at the male, only to find another watching her in the same manner. This one had a scar above his eye. His hair was lighter in shade than the other male who had held her interest. The new male watched her in a way that said he was already picturing her spread beneath him. Her nipples responded. She wanted to be under him.

She shook her head. She wasn’t one to give in to anything so easy. Why now? Why with these two men?

A different male neared them and took a keen interest in Teon. “Where do you hail from?”

Sara jumped slightly at the sound of his deep voice. Teon did as well.

Sara knew Teon came from Old Earth while Sara came from one of Earth’s sister planets. All the women aboard the vessel seemed to come from the same regions.

“Do you speak?” demanded the man, his focus still locked upon Teon.

Sara was so swept up in the closeness of the male to Teon that she hadn’t noticed the two men coming close to her. She gasped when she realized the one who had first caught her attention was within arm’s reach of her. When he lifted his hand, she flinched, expecting to be struck. It had been the way of things for months aboard the ship.

He held his hand out, just shy of making contact with her, his blue gaze seeming to soften somewhat, as if he needed to touch her. She found it impossible to deny him. She took a small step towards him and lowered her head, a sign of surrender, something she wasn’t so sure she liked.

His large hand wrapped around her hair. He leaned in, drawing in a deep breath. He was so close she could smell him as well and he smelled like pure man—pure sin.

“It is the color of the yalenise flower,” he said, his voice even deeper than the other she’d heard speak.

Her lips trembled with both excitement and fear. “The what?”

He eased closer, his large body invading her space. “The yalenise flower. It is rare and greatly valued among my kind. Your hair, it is the same color as its petals.”

“Oh,” she mouthed softly.

His chest was so close she could kiss it. She would have, had the male with the scar not lifted her hand and drawn it up to his lips. As he planted a kiss upon it, the blue-eyed one snarled at him, startling Sara. She was used to the rough and hard streets of Panciline, but even Panciline with its reputation of ill and notorious crime problems lacked men of this stature.

She could have sworn she saw the scarred man’s teeth lengthen, his incisors resembling that of the katanie wolves that inhabited the outer regions of Panciline. The animals had been trained by the Galactic Star Union guards to attack on command. She’d always had a healthy fear of the katanie wolves. With a gasp, she backed up, the blue-eyed man’s hand still caught in her hair. It pulled. She whimpered.

He released her hair at once, his hand coming to her cheek. He looked at a loss for words and she wondered how many times in this warrior’s life that he’d ever said he was sorry. Her guess, not many. She nearly told him the words for which he was searching, but held her tongue. If she angered him there was no telling what could happen. He could hurt her or give her back to the traders. They’d kill her.

The males near Teon said something, but Sara didn’t hear what. She couldn’t look away from the blue-eyed warrior. He lowered his hand from her face.

The one with the scar—that did nothing to take from his sex appeal—grinned. The smile just missed reaching his eyes. “Jaston, already you harm her. You know this is against every code we have.”

Jaston.

What an interesting name.

Sara licked her lips, unsure how much she should intervene between the alpha males. Still, she needed to right the spoken wrong. It was her nature. “He didn’t hurt me.”

“You lie,” said the one with a scar. He eyed her. “You are very pale. Have they not sun on your planet?” He poked her rib. “And you are very thin. Have they not food?”

Sticking her chin out, she felt her natural defiance come to the fore. She narrowed her gaze on him and he tipped his head back and laughed, clearly amused by her ire. The sound of his laugh was rich and deep. He motioned to Jaston, the muscles in his arms flexing as he did. “This one is full of the same fire her hair is made from. I choose her.”

Sara froze.

Jaston growled, the sound just like the katanie wolves. “
I
choose her. She is to be
mine
, Malock.”

Every ounce of her being screamed at her to run, to get away, that she stood between dangerous and deadly, albeit both hunky to look upon.

Malock shrugged. “You think to purchase her. I plan to collar her.”

Collar me?

The fear that had been coursing through her dissipated. Sara put her hands on her hips, her stubborn streak flaring in its full glory. “Collar me? Like a dog?”

“Dog?” Malock questioned, seeming confused at her wording.

“Canine,” said Jaston. “The domesticated ones many of the inner planets inhabited by humans have.”

Malock seemed amused by this. His dark eyes twinkled with daring desire. “Perhaps. I do so like my women on all fours and obedient. Will you come when called?”

The man was intolerable. She was fast beginning to change her mind about finding someone to purchase her instead of going to the corrections facility, or even to her death at the hands of the traders. Rage rushed through her. Sara had been still one second and the next she thing knew, she lurched at Malock, intending to remove the smug smile from his face. A strong arm caught her around the waist and held her to an equally powerful frame.

“Be still, yalenise. He goads you to get a rise from me,” stated Jaston, his lips to her ear.

Heat surged in her body. She gasped and then put both hands upon his forearm. He had her in an ironclad hold and oddly enough, she liked it. Her sex moistened and he drew in a deep breath, as did Malock.

“She is wet for us,” said Malock. “The wench is willing to serve. Perhaps she should be placed within a House of Pleasure. If the wench likes cock as much as I believe her to, she would do well there, servicing us all. A hefty purse would be made by her. She is pleasing to the eye.”

Sara gave into the urge to verbally lash him. “I’m willing to rip your—”

Jaston used his free hand to cover her mouth. “You are not yet bargained for. Do nothing to change the trader’s mind on the sale. I do not believe any would wish to remain with them. Pay no mind to Malock’s words. He says them to anger me. Not you.”

He was right. She tried to temper some of the rage she had for Malock. How could a man that good looking be that big of a jerk?

Malock cupped the front of his bulging loincloth. There was no denying what the man was packing. Damn him for making her horny while making steam want to come out of her ears. “I select you. I like my females with spirit. I shall purchase you.”

She held her tongue and resisted the urge to claw his eyes out. Jaston eased his grip upon her and she slid down the front of him. Boldly, she turned to face him. Her palms traced over his hairless chest. Desire consumed her. She wanted to lie down and open her legs to this man. She wanted to let him do with her as he may. Dammed Galaxies, she even wanted to let Malock fuck her, and he was a giant ass.

“She is mine,” Jaston repeated. His voice alone, this time even deeper than before, was going to bring her to culmination if she didn’t manage to get control of herself and soon.

She wrenched free of him and stepped away from both men. “I belong to no one.”

Malock offered a “we’ll see about that” look.

She felt her resolve shaking and knew she’d submit to both men very soon if she wasn’t careful.

Chapter Five

Jaston could barely tear himself from the fire-haired female. She was full of spirit, as Malock had pointed out. Small in stature, but taller than many of the females she’d arrived with, she wore the sheerest of wraps, showing off the fact she was clean-shaven between her legs. His mouth moistened at the idea of licking her slit, of watching her writhe with pleasure as she lay tied to his bed.

His entire body tightened at the sight of her there. Her breasts were on the large side yet not overly so. Slightly more than a handful. The perfect amount. Her nipples were pebbled points nearly begging him to dip his head and suck upon them through the material. The beast within him wanted out. It wanted to fuck the bounty before him just as the man did.

Her skin was indeed pale. Malock had not been mistaken. So creamy, so white. It would pink up amazingly if Jaston was to spank her ass, teasing her before he fucked her from behind. Maybe even from the front—she was that fetching. He could already imagine his dick pushing through the folds of her pussy. She’d be tight. He knew it. She’d be wet too. He could smell the wetness upon her already.