Breeding Cycle

by T. A. Grey

  "Ahh! Don't stop!" she cried, and gripped the strong muscles of his back with her nails and clung to his powerful body.

  Her words seemed to snap his control. He gathered her closer and thrust in hard, full thrusts. He was building her up higher, towards an unreachable peak. He pulled back before slamming back in again in a hammering, rhythmic pattern that had her squealing sexy little moans in his ear.

  "Oh, oh, oh, oh!" She moaned as her orgasm quickly escalated. Her muscles quivered and tightened, preparing for the onslaught that was to come. Her skin drew up tight and her womb trembled, needing only a few more strokes to toss her over into the abyss.

  Vane saw the look on her face and nearly came. He squeezed has thighs and ass hard to keep from shooting his load just then. God, why did she have to sound so sexy? He gave her what she wanted, what she needed and plunged deeper, harder, faster. Her face grew red, her cries louder and higher, until finally he slammed in and she burst apart like a firework. She screamed his name as her sex seized over his cock, gripping and pulling him, stroking his own orgasm from him.

  "Mine," he growled and thrust one more time. Her muscles worked him, and he sprayed his hot cum into her channel for long, endless moments.

  They fell against the shower wall together fighting to catch their breaths. Sarina tightened her arms around him, hugging him close. For the first time since she could remember, she felt good, really good. Life wasn’t perfect yet—her father was going to be furious she escaped and the Prince maybe even more so. But with Vane at her side, they seemed like such simple problems.

  A hard knock sounded at the door. Sarina jumped.

  Vane growled in frustration. "What?"

  "You've had enough time alone. We need you both downstairs." Vane wanted to strangle his sister in that moment, even though he knew she was right. The last thing he wanted was to break away from Sarina's perfect, luscious body and have a serious discussion with his family over his mate’s crazy father.

  "Coming," he yelled through the door.

  "Yeah, we all heard that." Vera’s snicker could be heard through the door.

  Sarina burst out laughing at Vane's serious expression. She laughed until his lips twitched and they were laughing together.

  "They can hear it, but that's about as much of you as I'm willing to share, lumara."

  "Ditto, luma."

  Chapter 22

  It didn't take them long to get dressed and return back downstairs hand in hand. At the sight of the Kategan family together, it was quite apparent they were related. They each had thick hair, dark eyebrows, high cheekbones, and the same tan skin. Vane and Sarina took a seat together.

  "All right, Vane's already told us what's been happening. What we need to know next is when the marriage is set for?" It was the same man who’d yelled at them to go back at her father’s house. He had dirty blonde hair, mix of dark brown and blonde.

  Sarina cleared her throat and looked at Vane. "Tomorrow."

  "God dammit," cursed the other brother with dark, shorter hair. She recognized him too from her escape. He kept to the shadowy corner. She reminded herself to thank them both later for all their help. "That doesn't give us a lot of time."

  Just then, the sound of a door opening had everyone turning to see Alison coming down the hallway. With her wet hair slicked back, her skin reddened from the shower, and her glasses perched on her nose, she looked fresh and very feminine. She made a quick glance at the blonde brother then quickly scooted to sit in a seat furthest from him. Sarina saw the blonde brother frown.

  "Sorry I'm late." Alison looked better, but her voice was still just as wretched. Everyone in the room winced.

  Vane spoke up. "I have some tea. Vera would you mind?" She rolled her eyes dramatically, somehow making the action look sophisticated and strolled into the kitchen. Bringing Sarina's hand to his thigh he continued, "Actually, I don't think you've formally met my brothers. This is Darien," he said, nodding to the dark-haired man, "and the one with the smirk is Roman, but everyone just calls him Rome."

  They each exchanged hellos and nods. "And who is this?" Rome asked nodding towards Alison who looked like she was ready to bolt.

  "This is Alison Bennson, a good friend of mine. Sorry her voice is hoarse, she sacrificed it to aid in my escape" Sarina smiled at her friend.

  Rome came forward and held his big hand out to Alison. She blushed. For a moment, she didn't move and Rome looked curiously at her, but then she clasped his hand quickly and released it as if it burned. He tilted his head at her.

  "Nice to meet you." She didn't reply, just nodded, and squirmed uncomfortably in her seat.

  Sarina was dying to know what her friend thought of Vane’s brother. She hadn’t seen Alison blush at a man in years.

  "Now then,” Vane continued, “back to business. The only way to negate the Prince's marriage contract is to perform the mating ritual on the next full moon."

  "Which is tomorrow," said Rome.

  Sarina's gut clenched in worry. Perform the mating ritual with Vane? Bind her to him permanently and be his Queen? The idea both thrilled and scared the crap out of her. She looked at his handsome face and couldn't help but wonder does he really want me? The breeding cycle exerts a tremendous amount of hormones to both the female and males in the vicinity. What if what he felt was just that? But then why did he just plaster me to the shower wall like was trying to get to it through her?

  "That's what we’ll do. We wanted to bond together anyways."

  "We do?" Sarina asked quietly, her voice bringing all the heads in the room to hers.

  "You don't wish to bond with me, Sarina?" Something dark grew in Vane's eyes.

  Hers flicked nervously to the other faces in the room. "I don't know. I mean I do, I was just wondering...um, that is, if you only felt for me because I was in my breeding cycle. I wouldn't want you to be shackled with an unwanted mate for the rest of your life."

  He laughed. He actually laughed at her! Sarina frowned, and he snatched her up too fast to stop him. But then he she was in his lap and he was kissing her with long, drugging kisses.

  "Sarina, I love you, lumara. Of course it wasn't just the breeding cycle. Besides, I have been around other women's cycles before and never have I felt for them what I do you. I told you, we didn’t meet by coincidence. You will be my Queen, and you will be a wonderful."

  "Say it again," she said, her eyes soft and round. "Say you love me again."

  He smiled widely at her, a dimple popping up in his right cheek. "I love you, Sarina. I would be the happiest, proudest Alpha if you’d mate with me."

  "Yes, yes, yes! I love you." She flung her arms around his neck and pressed kisses all over his face.

  Vane groaned at her teasing lips, at her words, at her soft body sitting on his. He wanted nothing more than to pull her clothes off and sit her back on top of his hard dick. Something or someone coughed not too delicately, another cleared their throat.

  "Well, I for one, am not going to sit here watch my brother get naked," Vera said and handed a hot cup of tea to Alison.

  "Amen to that." Darien scowled. Sarina laughed, a blush reddening her cheeks.

  "We must do it tomorrow," Vane said.

  "But what if her father and Prince Conlin show up?" asked Rome.

  "We'll invite the Justicars," suggested Darien.

  Vane thought about it. "That’s not a bad idea. Then the Prince's contract will be void by the new mating ceremony and the Justicars will be there to see the proof of bonding. He won’t be able to argue he was wronged."

  "You guys alert the pack that there will be a great celebration tomorrow," Vane said to his family. "And now, I need you all to leave. I need some time with my soon-to-be Queen."

  Sarina tugged on his arm. "Wait, can Alison stay here? Her car is parked off in the woods back near my father's cabin. It’s too far to walk now."

  Rome crossed his arms across his chest and grinned. "She can stay with me." Vera rolled her eyes. "What? I won't bi
te—unless she begs."

  Vera turned her back on her brother. "If you want, you can stay the night with me, or I can drive you home if you don't live too far,"

  "Thank you. If you really don't mind, I'll stay with you. That's easier than me having to drive all the way back here again for the ceremony tomorrow," Alison croaked.

  "Sure thing, but I have rules. No spooning and you fix your own damn food." Alison grinned and they shook on it.

  "Everything's settled then. At the full moon tomorrow we'll celebrate our new Queen," said Vane. The others turned to look at Sarina with varying expressions of acceptance and happiness. A feeling of honor filled her heart and soul. Tears formed in her eyes, but she didn't mind. As everyone said their goodbyes and filed out of the house, Sarina cuddled into her man, her Alpha with a contended sigh.

  This was what she'd always dreamt of.

  Chapter 23

  Sarina was content to lie in Vane's arms all night. The heat of his body warmed her better than any comforter ever could, and his scent was one constant stream of decadence. Even though tomorrow was probably going to be the biggest day of her life, she was able to relax in his arms, and enjoy the kiss of his lips against her hair.

  Her stomach chose that quiet, peaceful moment to growl in a very unladylike way. Sarina stiffened and flushed.

  Vane laughed. "A little hungry? How about I feed you then?"

  Sarina couldn't help herself when she saw his grin, the laughter shining in his eyes, and kissed him fully on the mouth. He made a little oomph sound and didn’t hesitate to slide wetly inside her mouth. She met his tongue with a thrust of her own. He tore his mouth away on a curse.

  "Not now, we can't." At her cute pout, he added, "Lumara, I must feed you first. Don't worry, sweetheart, I plan on taking my time with you tonight."

  "You cook?” Sarina asked, following him into the kitchen.

  "Well now I do. I had a butler of sorts before. His name’s Alfonse. You’ll meet him tomorrow. I had to kick him out though so it could be just us. Have a seat. This will be done in no time."

  Thirty minutes later and Sarina was sinking her teeth into one of the juiciest pieces of chicken she'd ever had.

  "How did you learn to do this? I mean, not to sound rude or anything. It's just that most males in my experience can't actually use anything more than the grill or microwave to cook. Yet I just watched you toss a salad, use the stove, and cut up vegetables. Even Alison would be impressed."

  His laughter was like warm velvet around her. "My mother, Renee. She died when I was 22, but she made certain all her kids had certain skills."

  "Like cooking?"

  "Like cooking," he agreed. “Why do you say Alison would be impressed?”

  “She’s a chef. She owns a successful little café just outside of downtown. That woman can cook.” They ate in silence as they finished off their plates. “What other kinds of skills did she teach you?"

  He finished chewing, and she swore she saw a tinge of pink redden his cheeks. Oh, this has to be good.

  "Well," she prompted when he didn't answer.

  He cleared his throat and began clearing the dishes off the table. "Cello. I play the cello."

  It took two tries to close her gaping mouth. She tried to picture her big Alpha sitting with a cello between his legs, his big hands holding the bow, and she giggled. She couldn't help it; once it started, it was hard to stop. He turned to glare at her but there was mirth dancing in his eyes.

  "Come on. Let's go before I give you a lesson in obeying your master." She grabbed his hand and followed his long stride up the stairs.

  "Would you play for me?" She didn't think, but just blurted out the question. He stopped so suddenly she bumped into him. He looked up the stairs, found some indiscriminant dot on the wall, and studied it. She touched his arm, curious.

  "Vane? Are you, are you blushing?" He turned to look at her, his hard cheeks flushed, then in one smooth, quick move he snaked an arm around her neck and brought her lips to his. By the time he lifted from her, she was breathless and more than a little damp in her panties.

  "Fine, but if I'm going to play for you then you have to do something for me." His eyes glinted with dark mischief.

  "What?" she asked wearily, her lips still swollen from his kisses.

  "You're going to get naked nice and slow while I play. And you’re going to dance for me. I want to see all that beautiful skin moving to my music."

  "Oh." Now it was her turn to blush.

  Vane led her down the hallway, passed his bedroom to a room filled with a wide, wooden desk, and bookshelves lined with hardbacks. A cello sat in the corner next to a music stand. It looked expensive with tawny wood, an elegant curve at the top where intricate vines were carved into the wood. The long strings dropped to the large belly of the cello where black lines arced around the strings. He obviously cared for the instrument. It was polished and looked like it could be new.

  He pulled up a chair and took a seat, pulling the large instrument between his widespread thighs. Sarina bit her lip, suddenly nervous. He held the instrument with familiar hands. His strong fingers poised precisely at the top of the instrument. His other grabbed the long, bow-like instrument and held it horizontal at the belly of the cello. When he was done, he looked at her, an eyebrow cocked.

  The music started and Sarina wasn't prepared for it. The melody was smooth and rich like velvet, the notes heavy and quick. They wrapped around her, filling the room with its warm tenor. His eyes closed, as he seemed to be feeling his music. His fingers poised and moved fluidly over the strings, providing different, beautiful sounds one after the other. When he opened his eyes, Sarina felt him look into her soul. There was no doubt in that moment that her beast was meant for his. That together they would make beautiful music.

  His eyes trailed down her body, growing darker and hotter with each inch until finally landing on the juncture of her sex. Wet heat flooded her, readied her.

  Sarina's mouth was dry as she slowly pulled her shirt up. The tempo of the song changed, grew faster, a rapid succession of beats that were smoothed into a lovely, deep stream by the bowstring. She tossed the shirt away, baring her naked breasts to him. His eyes fell to them, and grew hotter as her nipples puckered into little points. He licked his lips and she swore she could feel the pass of his tongue on them.

  The sweeping tone of the notes soon had her hips rocking side to side to the throbbing beat. Of their own accord, her hands glided down her stomach, fingers toying with the metal button of her jeans. He tracked the movement like a predator. She drew down her zipper, the sound diluted over the beat of the cello. Slowly, like a practiced dancer, she shimmied her jeans down her smooth legs and stepped out of them with a thrust and sway of her body. Vane growled, the sound faint but husky.

  Sarina panted, arousal making her moves languorous, her heart beat faster. Her pussy felt swollen and needy, and her breasts ached to be held. Her slip of cotton panties were the only thing separating her completely from his searing gaze.

  Vane spread his legs further against the tight material of his jeans. His mate was driving him crazy. He never should have asked her to get naked while he played; he hadn't even thought it out, just asked. God she was beautiful, all smooth skin, perfect curves and planes in all the right places. Her nipples were so hard he wanted to leap across the room and latch onto the hard bud. He could smell her wet arousal from across the room, thick and vanilla. How easy it would be to push her down to the ground, spread her wide, and take her until she was trembling and shuddering below him.

  Fuck yeah did he want that.

  Sarina felt his darkened gaze watching every inch of her, and delighted in the power she held over him. He was so big, so strong. There was something exhilarating about controlling such a strong man. She twirled to the music and stopped with her derriere facing him.

  She performed her own special dance for him then, leaning and arching, pushing and dipping all the while her hands grabbed the soft cot
ton panties and lowered them inch by inch. She thought she heard a growl, but it was hard to tell over the racing of her heart and the cello. Her panties slid to her thighs where she let go and let them float around her ankles.

  The music stopped suddenly, the vibrating tones echoing off the walls as the last note rang. Before she had time to turn, his hands were on her. He cupping her breasts and ran a hand down her stomach to cup her wet pussy. He rubbed soft circles over her swollen lips, then pulled back to travel a hand over her thrusting ass to squeeze the rounded flesh.

  Want and need were dark spiraling thoughts that clouded her mind. She panted at his roaming hands, the sound loud and ragged.

  "God I need you. I can't wait." She heard the rustle of his shirt as he took it off, and the hiss--of a zipper being pulled down. Then she felt his hard, hot cock prodding her creamy entrance. He nudged in just a little. Her wet pussy closed around him. "Fuck, you're so wet. I can't wait anymore, baby. I'm going to take you." He thrust inside filling her deep on a long, agonizing groan. Her own moan followed.

  The position was awkward. She was bent forward with nothing to hold on to, but she didn't care. He was inside her, filling her with his thick cock, pounding her towards the relief she craved. His hands were everywhere, holding her hips as he tunneled in and out, squeezing her breasts, and pulling her nipples as his balls slapped against her.

  "Ohh!" Her sex was tightening, her skin shrinking as molten heat built to a roar inside her.

  "So fucking good." She heard him groan and the sound spurred her pleasure. His hand traveled down her stomach, found her creamy cunt, and rubbed her sensitive clit in fast circles.