Trading Teon (The Beast Masters Series)

Reagan
Hawk

Trading Teon ©
Copyright 2012 by Reagan Hawk

First Electronic
Printing November 2012, The Raven Books

Cover art by
Natalie Winters, © Copyright 2012

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living or dead, or events or places is merely coincidence.

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Reagan
Hawk

The Beast Masters
Series, Book 1

Garon and
Lorne, shapeshifting males of the Ralenium race, are fierce guns for hire in the
universe. When a cargo ship transporting women charged with crimes by the
Galactic Star Union arrives on their planet, the men make the traders an offer
they can’t refuse. Planet Ralen is sorely lacking in women, and the males have
an inborn desire to dominate, to tame females and to reproduce. When their
inner beasts’ clocks start ticking and the burning need to spread their seed
consumes them, they go on the hunt for the perfect female. Too bad both men
want the same woman.

Teon, a
lady with a place in high society, thought life as she knew it was over when
she was wrongfully charged with a crime by her stepmother. A prisoner en route
to a barren planet to serve her sentence, she’s presented with an opportunity
to start over again on the planet Ralen. The catch is she has to be willing to
be claimed by two males. Not just any males mind you, two burning hunks who are
ready to fight to the death if need be to share her bed.

Novella
contains graphic language, light BDSM play/themes, extreme alpha male shifters
who cannot wait to get a collar on their female to brand her as theirs for
life, women willing to submit and scorching hot sex scenes. If you don’t like
strong men who take control in the bedroom and sometimes out, or if you’re in
the market for long, drawn-out plots, this isn’t the series for you. This
novella is hot and dirty and won’t apologize for that fact.

This book
is a work of fiction and is not meant to be a how-to book or a manual to the
BDSM/fetish lifestyle. It is merely meant to be read and provide a mental
escape for your enjoyment. Always practice safe sex and never enter into BDSM
play without proper knowledge and understanding of the lifestyle and a trained,
trusted practitioner to guide you through it all. Serious injury or death could
result from improper BDSM/fetish play. Safe, sane and consensual (SSC) is a
must. The Raven Books and its authors, owners and operators are not responsible
for any injuries or death that may occur from improper use of techniques or
information found within this document.

Trading
Teon

Securing
Sara

Rescuing
Reya

Capturing
Clara

Binding
Bree

Garon of
Ralen neared the outer quadrant’s guard tower. The path to it was well-worn,
unlike some of the other paths on Ralen. Regardless of how used the path was,
the forests of Ralen were known to be fast-growing. The huge, deep blue of the
leaves of the talium tree were starting to turn yellow on the ends, a sign of
the season change coming upon them. Soon the area would see temperature drops.
And soon enough the primal heat would be upon many of the men.

Garon
reached the tower and ascended the staircase. He entered to check in on the
guards stationed there. They’d reported a craft on radar, and since no crafts
were scheduled for arrival it had raised a red flag. Ralen wasn’t a planet
offworlders dared to arrive at without proper protocol. The Ralen warriors were
known to blow things out of the sky first and ask questions later. They were a
proud, fierce race. A race known throughout the galaxy.

He leaned
over one of the males to survey the screen and grunted as he spotted the shape
of the vessel nearing their orbit. Cursed stars. This was the last thing he
wanted to deal with today.

Lorne, a seasoned
warrior and trusted friend, entered the guard tower. “I heard we have visitors.
Any news on who or what they are?”

Garon
tapped the screen. “Looks to be a salvage ship.”

“Or
traders,” said Lorne, disgust evident.

None of
the men were too keen on the salvagers but traders weren’t much higher on the
like scale. Both were basically pirates of the skies and tended to deal in
goods that were too hot to touch. Since Ralen boasted a planet of fierce
warriors, they were often left untouched by the Galactic Guards—free to do as
they pleased.

“Sir,” one
of the men seated at his station said. “Should I alert the planet-to-air
defense team?”

It was on
the tip of Garon’s tongue to say yes, but he held back. He glanced to Lorne.
“It’s been too many moon cycles since we last had a shipment of women. Think it
could be some?”

Lorne
worried his jaw and then tipped his head, his long, blond hair falling over one
shoulder. “Perhaps. We could allow the vessel to land and see.”

Garon
nodded in agreement. He touched the man’s shoulder at the station. “Open the
landing platform two.” He looked to Lorne. “It would be wise if an armed team
greeted the vessel.”

“Of
course,” replied Lorne. “Jaston and his men are on duty now. I’ll send them.”

“Perfect.
Tell them we’ll meet them there.”

Garon
, Lorne said, using the mind path
common to their kind.
If women are
aboard…

I know. I will see to it any price
is paid.

With that
Lorne pivoted and left the tower. Garon remained long enough to watch the slow
descent of the vessel upon the screen before him. From its sluggish movements
and shape he was fast beginning to suspect it was Voxenites, a race of
opportunistic bottom feeders who did whatever they had to in order to turn a
profit. They’d taken to human trafficking hundreds of years ago and little had
been done to stop them. Truth was, planets such as Ralen depended upon them.

Ralenium
males far outnumbered females, and nothing the men did lured women willingly to
their planet. They were simply too far out on the edges of the quadrants to
offer any appeal. They weren’t proud of the fact. It was what it was.

“Sir?” the
man at the station asked. “Is it traders? With women?”

There was
no mistaking the note of hope in his voice. Galen patted the younger warrior’s
shoulder. “Let us hope. Stay and man the station. Should it be traders with
women, a summons shall be sent forth.”

The other
guards shared a look with the young one. Garon knew hopes would be high and he
hated to dash them. The men needed something to look forward to.

He left
the tower and made his way down the path in the direction of the landing bays.
The outer force field was in the process of retracting. Its opening would be
timed perfectly with the vessel’s landing.

While they
had technologies, some of the finest in the galaxy, they preferred to do many
things the way their ancestors of old did. They did not use any type of craft
for surface travel on their planet. They preferred to use their shifted beast
forms or that of domesticated animals. It was kinder to their planet.

They’d
seen too many planets fall victim to their own advancements to want to see the
beauty of Ralen snuffed out.

He spotted
Lorne with Jaston and the team of Ralenium men all armed and surrounding the
landing pad. They stayed back a safe distance, already knowing what would come
next.

There was
a flash of red light, and then a popping noise signaling the main control tower
was now in control of the vessel’s power and its system. There was no chance
the vessel could fire upon them this way and zero chance it could leave without
permission.

Lorne
motioned to Garon and then pointed to the vessel’s side symbol.

As Garon
suspected—Voxenites.

If they
came bearing anything other than women, they would find the men ready to hang
them by their scaly, webbed feet. None of the Ralenium men thought much of the
Voxenites. They were a means to an end. Nothing more.

The ship
sputtered to a stop, its engines cutting out with a loud groan. Garon sighed.
If the ship refused to start back up, there was no way the traders would be welcome
to stay until it was fixed.

Garon
 
moved with a quickened pace in the direction
of Jaston and the other on-duty guard team. Jaston nodded and then hurried into
the main control center.

If their suspicions
proved true and the ship carried women, then it was a joyous day. If not, then
the security team needed to be prepared. One never knew what one might
encounter this far on the edges of the galaxy. Often the area was looked upon
as lawless. Often it was.

Garon left
the landing bays and entered the main control center and found Jaston near the
monitor booth. The relays from the outer towers were no doubt reaching the main
control center. Jaston glanced up and made eye contact with Lorne.

“Does Garon
have orders?”

Lorne took
a deep breath. “He does. Be prepared with your men and ready to
greet
our
visitors.”

“Of
course,” answered Jaston, his expression knowing. He relayed the message to one
of the men closest to him and then covered the distance between him and Lorne.
Jaston lowered his voice. “Traders with females?”