Hyena Queen: An Unconventional Reverse Harem Paranormal Romance (The Legend of Synthia Rowley Book 1)

by Ann Mayburn

  “Nevoj,” I complained, my libido ruling me. “I need to come.”

  “I know you do, and so does Aidan. Close your eyes for a moment, see if you can feel him.”

  I frowned, unhappy he wasn’t giving me what I wanted, but complied.

  At first all I could feel was my stinging nipples, wet pussy, and the big dick Nevoj wouldn’t give me. Then slowly I became aware of a familiar-yet different scent starting to rise from the earth. I recognized that smell as my mystery lover, but it was deeper somehow. More fire than ice. Turning, I took another breath, the smell getting stronger. Nevoj began to rock against me, my clit rubbing up one side of his shaft, then down the other.

  “He’s almost here,” Nevoj whispered. “When he emerges, don’t fight him. I’ll be here to protect you, but I won’t interfere if you don’t need me.”

  “You’ll just watch?”

  “Your first time should be with just you and your Beta. It will be my honor, and duty, to watch over you while you take your pleasure.” He nipped my neck, hard enough to sting. “And when you are done draining his cock, he will watch over you while you suck mine. I’m going to cum in your talented little mouth, feel what it’s like to have your tongue stroking me while I release.”

  “Oh yes.”

  A funny hum seemed to ring in my ears, almost like I’d been to a really loud concert.

  “What’s that?”

  Nevoj stood up, tugging on his pants while he watched the part of the room where Aidan was buried. “That’s the sound the world makes when a portal between earth and the spirit realm opens. He’s here.”

  As he said those words, the dirt began to ripple like it was water, and the crystals around the room brightened slightly. I gasped as the dirt parted, and a pale, huge man with dark reddish blond hair, a full beard, and a furry chest with incredibly muscled thick thighs began to rise up out of the ground. I crawled closer, my fingers sinking into the earth as I stared in astonishment. I remembered Nadia vaguely, pretty strawberry-blonde woman with blue and gold sparkly eyes, but the man she’d become was the kind of guy you looked at once and remembered forever.

  He was big and brawny, a beast of a man with hair to his shoulders and lots of golden brown chest hair. His nose had a small hook to it, but it made his profile interesting instead of perfect. Or somehow more perfect because he wasn’t. I couldn’t even make sense of my own thoughts as my mind greedily cataloged the magnificent male who belonged to me. The dirt had fallen completely away, leaving him somehow scrubbed clean, his pale skin glowing in the pretty lights of the cavern. My gaze darted from his pink lips, to his pink nipples, then to his reddish pink cock which lay against his thigh.

  Oh my. He wasn’t as big as Nevoj, but he was still a big boy. My body gave a hard shiver of desire as I imagined taking him in my mouth. I swear my clit twitched at the idea of licking his dick. Damn, I thought I might be developing a cock sucking fetish.

  When he let out a gasp I yelped and jumped back.

  To my surprise, his gorgeous blue eyes opened and they flooded with gold sparks as he whispered, “Cinnamon girl.”

  Chapter 11

  Aidan

  He stood at the edge of a grassy field next to an old woman, the warm breeze blowing through his hair. The bargain between them was almost complete, but he wanted a promise from her first. One that would no doubt cost him.

  “I want you to guarantee Synthia’s fertility. To allow her to have as many children as she wants.”

  The old woman let out a cackle that reminded him of a hyena’s call. “Bold one, aren’t you? And what are you going to offer me that is precious enough for a gift of that magnitude? The blessing of life?”

  “I offer you my fertility in return.”

  A look both sad and proud dragged at the wrinkles covering her face. “That is a mighty sacrifice indeed, to never know the joy of creation.”

  “My parents proved to me that I don’t need to be a genetic donor to be a father. Any children that my Queen has will be my children. It is our way. Though I may not know its name, I know there is a curse on our women. I do not want my Queen to suffer like so many. The only way to end a curse is with a blessing, and the only way to secure a blessing is with a sacrifice, which I freely give.”

  She reached out, clasping his hand in her own. “I accept your sacrifice. When she is ready, your Queen will have all the children she desires, but none of them will be from your seed.”

  Letting out a relieved breath, he took in her wilting form as he knelt in supplication before her. “Thank you, Mother Goddess.”

  Her sticklike legs barely supported her now as old age took her remaining vitality like an invisible thief. “Thank you, my son. Our time here is done, and you have more than earned your reward. Wake, Aidan Tanner, and embrace the life you were born to lead.”

  Warmth.

  That was the first thing she, no he, became aware of, warmth. He used to always feel cold, chilled even. Memories of putting on a sweater a thousand times as a woman flowed through his mind, but it felt as if he was watching a video of an old friend, not himself. Inside of his spirit, his hyena howled with joy, filled with unbridled delight at their new body. Finally he felt like he was real, like he belonged in this world, as if he’d taken off an ill-fitting, too tight jacket. The tickle of dirt on his skin let him know that the earth was returning him to his Queen, and he tried to take stock of his new body.

  In his vision quest he’d been in his new masculine form, so in a way it felt familiar. He knew his muscles were firm and bulky, that his cock dangled between his legs and that he had a beard. But in his vision quest his connection to his body had been tenuous. More of a background thought than the all-encompassing sensations he was struggling to deal with.

  He couldn’t really move yet, not paralyzed necessarily, more like waking up really slowly from a deep sleep. His limbs just wanted to lie there for a little while longer. Even without looking, he could feel the virile power that now fueled his body. It changed the way he perceived everything, and his mind struggled to adjust. Nostrils flaring, he took a deep breath of air and almost groaned with pleasure.

  Synthia.

  Syn.

  His Cinnamon girl.

  “What did he say?” He heard her ask as he turned to the sound of her voice, opening his eyes wider as he tried to focus.

  “He called you Cinnamon girl. You smell like a cinnamon and sugar dessert to us.”

  “Huh. Like a cinnamon donut?”

  “Something like that.”

  He ignored the male, refusing to be distracted by anything but the source of that intoxicating feminine aroma. Opening his mouth, he inhaled again, tasting her on his tongue. Hunger rumbled through him as her need for release saturated the air. It angered him that the other man, the Alpha, had left her in such a state.

  “She needs release,” he said, pleased to find his voice deep and smooth with a hint of Texas in it still.

  The other man’s voice receded as he said, “Then serve our Queen well, Beta.”

  Synthia started to fidget, pink hitting her cheeks as she kept glancing at his dick. It was as if her attention had made his mind aware of that part of his body, and he went breathless as the true force of male lust hit him. Clenching his teeth, he tried to keep himself from touching his new dick, but he couldn’t resist wrapping his hand around it, feeling the thick girth, the almost angry pleasure of squeezing it.

  “That’s so hot,” his Queen whispered. “What does it feel like?”

  Still shaky from his transformation, he knelt before her, spreading his thighs and letting her see everything that belonged to her. “It feels like pleasure, and tension, and this growing drive to fuck. It’s all my mind can focus on, and the smell of your wet pussy is making my mouth water. I need to taste you again, my Cinnamon girl. Come spread your sugar all over my face.”

  “Only if you explore yourself while I do it. I want to watch you figure out what you like.”

  “On you
r back, Aidan,” the Alpha ordered. “My Queen, I suggest you sit on his face so that you can watch him play with his cock. I can see already how much you want to suck it. Let him feel the pleasure of your tongue on his balls.”

  Synthia tilted her head to the side, her gaze locked on Aidan’s cock. “You want us to 69?”

  “Absolutely.”

  Aidan thought his Alpha’s idea was a brilliant one, so he grabbed Synthia by the waist and lay back, his strength allowing him to maneuver her as he wished. Once her wet pussy was over his mouth, he grabbed her hips and pulled her down until he could flutter his tongue through her wet lips. Sweet, sweet sugar coated his mouth, and he sucked and probed at her entrance, wanting more. Right away he could tell she was a little sore, and he wasn’t surprised. He’d seen the Alpha’s cock and knew his brother had already seen to her needs.

  Satisfaction that she’d been well served had him giving his dick lazy strokes, experimenting with what he liked. A firm grip seemed better than a light one, and when he grabbed his balls and gave them a squeeze, he realized he liked that rough as well. Interesting. Small, soft fingers joined his exploration, and he bucked his hips as a fiercely pleasurable burn began to sizzle down his back. Heat burst through his pelvis and his balls drew up tight. When her hot, soft mouth wrapped around the crown of his erection, he lost control, everything going white as his dick jumped and pulsed. He could feel the semen leaving him, feel the muscles of his torso contract and release.

  Syn evidently liked sucking up a mouthful of his cum, because she began to grind on his face. Taking his cue, still ejaculating into her suckling mouth, he gripped onto her clit and pulled hard. Her scream of pleasure washed over him, the pride he felt at making her climax almost as good as his own orgasm. A very, very pleasant relaxation hit him like a lead weight, and he closed his eyes, humming with contentment as he held a panting Synthia against him. Her sweet taste still lingered in his mouth, and when he licked his lips he was reminded of licking icing off his mouth after finishing a cinnamon roll.

  The crush of her body against his was a delight to his senses, and he began to explore her frame. Before he knew it, Syn was on her back next to him with a dreamy smile. She threaded her fingers through his long hair, tugging at it lightly. The feeling sent little sizzles of lust skating down his stomach right to his cock. The blood in his body rushed to that area, filling it even when he was still damp from Syn’s attention.

  Liking their new difference in height, he gently rubbed one finger between her hot, slippery labia. The feeling of her delicate flesh beneath his touch made his cock twitch, and soon they were rolling around again. This time, Synthia ended up on top and he thought this might be his favorite view. Her skin was a few shades darker than his own, and her nipples deepened to a brownish pink when she was aroused. Bracing her hands on his chest, she pushed her breasts together for him with an impish smile.

  “What is it with my mates and my breasts?”

  “They’re so pretty,” he rasped as he reverently took both of them in his hands, weighing and caressing them. “And big.”

  The Alpha, Nevoj, his mind helpfully supplied-Nevoj made a sound of agreement from the side of the room, but Synthia paid him no attention. No, her entire focus was on Aidan, and the gold sparks in her dark eyes gleamed brighter before they began to mist a little. The haze of passion settled over her, and he tweaked her nipples, loving that look on her. He liked that he could make her lose herself, and though he’d never had a lover before, he’d studied his ass off to figure out how to please his Queen.

  Evidently he’d done a good job, because she reached between them and grasped his aching dick, rubbing the almost too sensitive tip against her entrance.

  He arched beneath her, barely hearing her giggle as she had to catch her balance.

  “Easy there, cowboy.”

  “More,” he growled, words beyond him.

  When she didn’t do as he asked, he began to stroke her clit like she had his cock, but much gentler. The small nub of flesh was a good two or three inches now, and he could see every delicate bit of the tip. Red and engorged, her clit had fully pushed past the soft hood, proof of her desire for him. It was such an erotic sight that his balls began to draw up tight. He licked his fingertips then returned to his task, the swollen crown of his erection now pushing ever so slightly into her entrance. As she began to lower herself, he rubbed her faster, needing to be inside of her. It wasn’t a choice, some sleeping part of his brain had awakened and it demanded he fuck her.

  Using his hips, he helped spread her open, the velvet rasp of her pussy as it slid over him making his eyes roll.

  “Yes,” he hissed. “Take me.”

  Her answer was a long moan as she contracted on the inside, squeezing his dick. The sensation undid him, and he grasped her hips, fighting to get more of her. Thought it must have hurt, she encouraged him to take her, the prick of her nails on his back spurring him on, the rasp of her cry as he finally hit bottom. Her body was sealed to his, not moving but still twitching and throbbing around his dick. At this moment he felt more connected to Synthia than he’d ever thought possible.

  The constant pain of his bruised and lonely heart dimmed as her warmth filled him.

  When she began to rise up, he was afraid he was going to be a two pump chump. Her pussy was too good, and once again he groaned out his protest as he fought for self-control. There was no distracting himself from her perfection. When he closed his eyes it heightened his sense of smell, and the scent of their mating only urged his animal side to take his Queen harder. When he opened them he was confronted with the erotic sight of Synthia riding him, her lush body bouncing and shaking as she slammed her hips down.

  Shit, he wasn’t going to last much longer.

  With her teeth bared, she raked her nails down his chest hard enough to leave bloody furrows. Instead of hurting, the scratches somehow spurred him higher. He rutted into her, grinding their hips together while she flung her head back and let out a cry of pure delight.

  “Come for me, my Beta. Fill me up with your seed.”

  He grasped her hips and plunged all the way in, some deep part of her body quivering on the tip of his cock. Right before he came, a hot, wet gush of release warmed him and Synthia screamed out her orgasm. Her pussy felt like a fist rhythmically squeezing him, but a million times better. The cum spurted out from his straining cock, bathing her internally with his release.

  She fell atop him, her lips resting on his chest as she gasped. “Blessed shit.”

  He could only grunt, exhausted by this point. Evidently two hard orgasms was his limit, because he was so tired he felt drugged. His lungs heaved in deep breaths as his body tried to restore itself. To his amazement, and amusement, Syn seemed none the worse for the wear. In fact, she was giving their Alpha a beckoning smile. Nevoj was naked and fully erect, ready to service his Queen.

  Cutting his gaze to Aidan, Nevoj smiled—an open and honest smile that warmed his soul. “Do you have my back, Beta?”

  Years, for years they’d both been hoping and praying for this moment, and they’d finally found it. Together. His heart ached as it grew even bigger to accept the love his brother offered so freely, the feeling of coming home sinking into him as he handed off his Queen to his mate.

  “Always, my Alpha. I will soak the ground with my own blood before a drop of yours is spilled.”

  Finally, they were both in the bodies they should have been born with, living free. No—better than free, living in service to a stunning young Queen. Synthia had begun to crawl across the floor, her well rounded buttocks jiggling enticingly as his seed dripped from her swollen pussy. He’d never really had a preference for a woman, or anyone’s body before, but looking at his Queen he knew she was just his type. Long cinnamon brown hair, light caramel skin, and sweet brown nipples tipped with candy pink. The dark earth spread out before her like black velvet, their Alpha only a shade or two lighter. Together they were an amazingly erotic sight, but Ai
dan managed to gather himself and stumble to his feet. As much as he would like to sit back and drown himself in their pheromones, he had a job to do.

  Nevoj and Synthia were completely wrapped up in each other as he searched around the bags for a set of clothing that would fit him. While he knew they were completely safe in Syn’s den, he still kept an eye on the alcove entrance. Right now, somewhere away from the safe embrace of mother earth, monsters and men alike hunted his Queen. In his vision quest the Mother Goddess warned him that hard times were coming for all of humanity. There were still slight decisions to come that would impact how bad things got, but she said the future was narrowing to a deadly point.

  A purge was coming, the same kind that wiped out different civilizations over the years. He hadn’t been given specifics, but he had an idea of what they would face in the coming days. Even if it didn’t make complete sense. One thing was certain, there were going to be some hard times ahead so he needed to appreciate every moment of peace.

  After he pulled on a pair of black athletic pants, and a tight black t-shirt, he stood at attention near the entrance, trying to ignore the wet sucking sounds and moans filling the chamber. His dick gave a weak pulse, despite being recently drained, and he wanted to groan aloud. When he’d imagined becoming a man, he hadn’t realized how much the surging testosterone levels in his body would change his very thoughts. He reacted to things differently, cataloged the world differently. Rather than thinking about his own safety, as a woman that had always been an issue, his main concern was protecting his mates.

  His family.

  Happiness seared through him and he smiled as Nevoj reached his completion, according to the pleased sounds echoing around him. Their pheromones drifted to him and his eyelids tried to flutter shut. Fuck, he’d heard her happiness was potent, but he had no idea how powerful the chemical reaction was. Relaxation flooded him, and his spirit animal luxuriated in the sexual energy filling the chamber. Running his fingers over one of the nearby glowing crystals, he smiled to himself as Syn giggled.