by Eve Vaughn
“Roar. My name is Roar.” He handed her a glass of sparkling white wine. “You look distressed.”
She hesitated before answering; her eyes darted away from his. “I’m okay. I was just a little upset over, well, nothing.” Her smile widened. “I’m fine, thank you.”
As the hour passed, he asked Amanda questions about herself. He learned she was a Hollywood actress taking a much-needed vacation with her personal assistant. Throughout the conversation her eyes kept straying to the bar to a dark-haired elf.
Roar suspected this was the mystery man she’d argued with. It was apparent Amanda’s heart lay with the dejected-looking man. The poor bastard, he looked miserable. Great. The first woman who’d actually captured his interest on this island and she was taken. He supposed it was just his luck. Roar hoped Amanda and her mate could work out their differences before the end of the week.
He was about to ask her about the elf when he felt a hand on either side of him. Bayoh bent over to whisper in his ear. “We’ve found her.”
How could you have found her if I have yet to see her? Roar shot back.
“Trust us. She’s the one.”
Roar let out a mental sigh. Okay. Let me say goodbye to my friend first.
Bayoh straightened up, shooting Amanda an apologetic look, giving her his best ‘I’m sorry’ smile.
“I have to leave. Maybe we can walk you home?” Roar offered.
She shook her head. “I’m fine. Thank you though for the company. For helping me out.”
“My pleasure,” he said, reaching across the table to cover the sexy blonde’s hand. “Thank you. May all your dreams come true,” he said, straightening up before turning around to follow his companions outside. “This had better be good, damn it,” he growled, not happy at being interrupted from his drink. Although he figured nothing would happen romantically between him and Amanda, he had enjoyed talking to her. It was the first intelligent conversation he’d had with a female on Chimera.
“Okay, where is she?” Roar asked when they stepped out of the restaurant.
“On the beach. Let’s hurry. She might not be there anymore,” Talh said, dashing off toward the beach with Bayoh on his tail.
“Hey, wait for me!” He took off. When he finally caught up with his friends, they’d already stopped. Roar followed the direction of their stares.
His jaw dropped.
Standing on the beach was the most enticing vision he’d ever seen. Her arms were stretched out, neck arched against the gentle island breeze. The vision’s eyes were closed while a smile rested on full, glossy lips. She had to be around five six, give or take an inch. Roar’s fingers itched to caress her creamy dark skin -- skin as dark and rich looking as a coconut husk.
Her nearly black hair was tucked adorably behind her ears, resting on her jaw line. Her round and softly curved face was nothing short of exquisite with high cheekbones and a pert nose. Roar’s mouth watered as he studied her body.
A tiny waist spanned out to wide hips and one of the roundest asses he’d ever seen. With a backside like that, he wanted more than anything to push her onto her knees and take her from behind with his balls pounding against that juicy ass.
He was sure he could span her waist with his two hands. The beauty’s head and body straightened then as she put her arms back down to her sides to reveal a large pair of dark brown eyes and the biggest endowments he’d seen on a woman her size.
The white strapless dress she wore emphasized her delectable body. Roar had visions of spreading those dark creamy thighs apart and fucking her until she screamed his name. Damn, it was dangerous for her to walk around with a body like that.
She stared at them like a frightened doe. Her eyes widened as she looked at the three of them. Before he could go to her, she scrambled off as though she were being chased. What was this madness?
“She’s magnificent, isn’t she?” Bayoh asked with a smug look on his face.
“More than magnificent,” Talh added.
“She’s the one,” Roar said in agreement, his head nodding as he watched her fleeing figure. The way her big ass jiggled when she ran made his cock stir.
In his culture, true mates were hard to come by because of the female shortage, but when a Manani triad found their true mate, it was instant. His heart beat erratically, his breathing quickened, his mouth went dry and his balls tightened. The soft leather of his pants rubbed against his sac, making his balls even more sensitive.
Whoever this woman was, Roar knew without a doubt she was their true mate.
“Doesn’t she realize the harder she runs the harder we’ll chase her? Shall we?” Talh asked, raising a dark red brow. A gleam of anticipation flashed in his bright eyes, and his tail swished back and forth in his eagerness.
Roar knew his friend was ready for the hunt and so was he. “Let’s go.”
They started after her. No human could outrace a Manani, and though they would have moved faster had they shifted, he realized she probably wasn’t ready to see them in their natural forms.
He could hear her panting for breath as they closed in on her. When he was mere inches away, Roar reached out and grabbed her, pulling her against him. She began to scream, squirming and writhing as though she were fighting for her life. “Let me go, you jerks! Let me go right now!”
Roar clasped his hand over her mouth to stop her tirade. This only seemed to make her angrier. She brought the heel of her shoe down on his foot. Hard. “Oof!”
He released her; however Bayoh and Talh grabbed her arms when she tried to bolt again. She fought like a wildcat. Her hair whipped from side to side and her breasts threatened to pop out of her dress. Already he could see the top of dark aureoles. Damn, he wanted to see those large mounds fully exposed to his gaze.
“Let me go, you perverts. I’m not going to make it easy for you to rape me, you big gorillas,” she hissed, kicking out at them.
Roar managed to sidestep her foot, but only just. Perverts? Rape? Is that what she thought?
“We don’t take unwilling women,” Talh said, sounding offended. Where they came from, the charge of rape was taken very seriously and it was an automatic death sentence to anyone found guilty.
She stopped struggling and turned her head to look up at Talh. “Then why did you start chasing me and why are you holding my arms so tight? This isn’t exactly the way to get a lady’s attention, you know.”
“Then why did you start running? We only wished to speak with you… get to know you better,” Bayoh pointed out.
Her dark eyes narrowed as she snatched her arms out of his friends’ grips, before pulling up her dress. Roar was sorry to see that. Had her dress dipped any further, he would have been able to see her breasts. “Well, chasing after me isn’t going to get you what you want,” she huffed, smoothing her hair back into place.
He noticed she didn’t fully answer the question.
“We wouldn’t have chased you if you hadn’t run.” As Roar stepped forward, she took a step back, looking as though she were ready to flee again.
“What did you expect? You guys were looking at me like a juicy slab of steak and I have no intention of being your main course, thank you very much. Look, you fellas seem nice and all, but I’m not into any kind of kinky stuff, okay? As a matter of fact, sex is the last thing I came to this island for, so if you three don’t mind, let me enjoy the rest of my man-free vacation in peace.”
She turned around as though to dismiss them, but Roar wouldn’t let her walk away from them until she knew she was theirs. He grabbed her arm to turn her back around. “Didn’t I tell you --” she began.
“What did you mean by kinky stuff?”
A confused look crossed her face before comprehension dawned. “I’m not letting you guys run a train on me. What kind of girl do you think I am?”
Now it was his turn to be confused. Run a train? What did that mean? He looked at his friends who looked equally baffled, before turning back to her. “Run a train? Expl
ain, please.”
“You know. When a girl is with more than one partner. I’m not a hoochie, so you and your friends can take your tired asses out of my face.”
He watched in amazement as her head worked in a circular motion. She spoke intelligently enough, but some of the phrases she used went over his head. He had no idea what a hoochie was and his ass didn’t feel tired in the least.
Hmm, perhaps there were common phrases among humans. Yes, it would take some effort. “This running a train you speak of doesn’t sound like it’s a favorable thing to you, but in our culture, our females mate with three mates at once, for life.”
“Huh? What country are you from? I’ve never heard of a place where this happens.”
“You wouldn’t have heard of our homeland. Not many humans have,” Roar answered with a smile. She was so lovely, it nearly hurt to look at her.
She shot them all a skeptical look. “Uh, yeah. Pull the other one. If this is your cute little attempt to get a piece of ass, it’s not working. It’s obvious the three of you have been smoking the wacky weed, so how about letting me go on my way and we’ll pretend we didn’t have this conversation.” She placed her hands on her hips, looking as fierce as any shifted Manani female.
Roar had no doubt she would make a fine leader among his people.
Talh spoke for the first time in minutes. “But you see, we don’t want to forget this conversation and we don’t want you to forget either.”
“Why the hell not?”
Roar exchanged a secret glance with his companions before turning back to the bewildered-looking woman. “Because you’re our mate, and when this week is over, we’ll take you back to Laiocean to live with us.”
She gasped.
Chapter Four
Trina wasn’t on Fantasy Island -- she was in the Twilight Zone. What normal person approached a woman with a line like that? Admittedly, when she’d spotted the three men staring at her so intently, she’d paused, stunned by how damn good-looking they were. They were by far the most beautiful masculine specimens she’d ever seen.
They stood around the same height. If she were to guess, she’d say six feet five or six. Though they weren’t overly muscular, each one of them was cut like the Soloflex model. One had short, spiky blond hair, the second, dark brown, nearly black hair, and the last one had long dark red hair that hung to his waist.
They wore leather pants of different shades and long sleeved Renaissance-style shirts opened to the navel showing off their well-toned pecs. Each possessed a face that looked as if it were molded by the hands of God himself. The redhead had a scar, slashing from the corner of his eye to his jaw line, but instead of detracting from his looks, it only enhanced them.
Their aquamarine colored eyes had seemed to look right through her as though they could see her soul. Trina had felt her panties go wet as three sets of eyes traveled over her body. She knew she wouldn’t mind having a ménage a quatre with these hunks.
What? Was she crazy? This was supposed to be a man-free vacation, yet the island was crawling with gorgeous men. She’d stood there ogling three hunks who looked as though they wanted a slice of Trina pie, so she did the first thing any rational person would have done in a situation like this. She ran.
The thing she hadn’t figured on was them catching her and giving her this line of crap. “Umm, I’m your mate?” she asked at a loss for anything else to say.
“Yes. That’s why we’ve come to Chimera, to find a mate -- to find you,” the blond spoke, looking at her with his ocean-colored eyes. He spoke the most. Perhaps he was the leader. Maybe if she could reason with him, they would let her go.
“Well, I came here to relax and the last thing I need is to be harassed by the likes of you three. Now, if you don’t mind, please excuse me or I’ll call the authorities,” she threatened.
“What kind of authority would stop us from claiming our mate? Haven’t you realized what kind of island this is?” the redhead asked.
What did he mean by that? What kind of island was this? Were things too good to be true after all? “I don’t know what you mean and frankly, I don’t care. Just leave me alone, okay?” She turned to leave, but the blond grabbed her arm.
That was it! Trina turned around to smack him across the face. Who the hell did these guys think they were?
He caught her wrist in his large hand before bringing it to his mouth to plant a gentle kiss against it. Trina gasped as her body shivered. The touch of his lips on her skin was electric.
“You feel it too, don’t you?” the blond asked smugly. She looked away from his face, but a movement from behind him caught her eye. Holy shit. Did he have a tail? No. She had to be imagining things.
Trina looked up at him. “Look, this isn’t funny. I’m not interested. Perhaps where you come from you can walk up to a woman and say she’s your mate and then proceed to go caveman on her, but it doesn’t work that way where I come from. Now be good little boys and let me go on my way.” She yanked her arm away from him.
“Why are we standing here talking? Let’s take her,” the dark-haired one spoke.
Trina turned to him. “Excuse me? Who do you think you are? Take her? I’m not an object for you to take as you please. You can all go to hell for all I care.”
She looked around, desperately combing the beach for someone to help her out of this mess. It was obvious these Neanderthals had no intention of leaving her alone. No one walked by. Where the hell was everyone? The place had been swarming with people earlier. Now when she needed someone, no one seemed to be around.
Perhaps the best way to deal with the situation was to outwit these three goons. She looked up, giving each of them the biggest smile she could muster. “Okay, you win. I don’t know what I was fighting so hard for. How about coming to my bungalow for a private party?”
“Yes. I’m glad you see there’s no point in arguing with us. Besides, there’s a lot we need to discuss and prepare you for,” the redhead said.
“Of course, but you have to allow me to freshen up and slip into something a little more comfortable. How about you guys come to my place in an hour.”
“Is an hour necessary? Why can’t we follow you there?” the brunet asked with a thunderous expression on his face.
“I want this to be special.” Trina ran her tongue suggestively over her lips. She let her eyes drift down to their crotches and knew she was having the desired effect. They were hard as rocks. My God, exactly how hung were they? Judging from the bulges in their pants, she guessed the answer was very hung.
An image of three sets of hands caressing her body filled her mind, a cock in each hole. She could feel her body grow hot, her nipples stiffening. They noticed too, because their eyes fell on her chest, glancing at it appreciatively.
Snap out of it, girl. You don’t want anything to do with these three lunatics.
These three very gorgeous lunatics.
“Umm, so how about it, fellas?” she asked, taking a step away from them.
“What’s your name?” the blond asked.
She said the first thing that popped in her mind. “Louise…uh Louise Jefferson, but my friends call me Weezy.”
Blondie’s eyes narrowed. “That’s your name? It doesn’t suit you.”
“Well, it’s not like I could help what I was named. Is there anything wrong with that?” She cocked an eyebrow in challenge.
“Uh… nothing I guess… Weezy. I hope you don’t mind, but I’d prefer Louise. I’m Roar, this is Bayoh and Talh,” he said, pointing to the two other men who eyed her with an equally intense look.
“Nice to meet you guys. Okay, I’m going to get going now so I can freshen up. I’ll see you boys in an hour.”
Trina was hoping she could finally make her escape, but Roar halted her again.
“What’s your bungalow number?”
Damn, she thought she’d be able to get away without giving them that information so she made it up. “Bungalow 227. Okay, gotta run.”
She couldn’t believe those guys. What was wrong with them? Perhaps the question should have been, what was wrong with her? She’d only been on the island for a day and had seen some strange things. Was she the only normal person on the island? Maybe coming here without checking this place out was a mistake. Sure it seemed like paradise, but she had a strange feeling it wasn’t what it seemed.
Trina headed toward her bungalow, but decided to take a walk to clear her head. There obviously had to be something wrong, if she even briefly entertained the idea of sleeping with three strange men at once. It didn’t matter they were so gorgeous that looking at them made her heart flutter. She was supposed to be off men and there were three of them and one of her. Trina wasn’t that kind of girl -- or was she?
She must have walked for nearly an hour before finding herself in front of the island’s nightclub. Did she want to go inside? No. Being around a rowdy crowd right now wasn’t her idea of fun at the moment. When she turned around to go, she noticed a tall dark man swaggering over to her. Trina could tell he was drunk, but it didn’t excuse the fact that his eyes were firmly glued on her breasts.
As he got closer, she gasped. What the hell? He was definitely one of the oddest-looking men she’d seen so far, yet he was beautiful in his own way. He had to be at least six five, with onyx skin, cornrows that fell past his butt, and a thin neatly trimmed goatee with a soul patch. His eyes were beautiful -- black with a ring of amber surrounding them. She did a double take when her eyes traveled to his ears, which looked like elf ears. Was this Halloween Island or something?
Granted there was a whole bunch of weird stuff on Chimera, but this took the cake. Opals and onyx adorned his ears and a long thin gold chain hung from one of them. He obviously liked jewelry because he was covered in it.
His outfit was rather unusual as well. He wore a belly blouse and drawstring pants, which showed off his muscular tattooed body. As strange as his appearance was, Trina wasn’t about to let him ogle her as though she was some dime store hooker.