Breeding Cycle

by T. A. Grey

  She exploded into a million pieces. Her sex clamped down on his tunneling cock making him thrust in short bursts through the tightened muscles. He groaned wildly, and then she felt the distinct spray of his hot cum shooting, filling her deep.

  Chapter 24

  Her legs shook and she would have fallen if not for him holding her upright. Their ragged breaths chopped through the air. He pulled out on a groan and scooped her up into his arms. He took her to his bedroom and set her on the bed. He came down after her, sprawling her across his chest with a satisfied nod.

  "That was…" Sarina cuddled into him, rubbing her cheek across the crisp hairs of his chest.

  "Fucking amazing," he supplied.

  She laughed. "Yeah, something like that." Feeling naughty and more than a little bit mischievous, Sarina threw her leg over his tree trunk one and propped herself up on her elbow to smile down at him. "You know, a female must wonder about her husband's stamina when, in fact, both times he's been with her it was quick. Amazing but quick."

  Eyes darkened and hands came up to clasp her bottom to him. "Oh yeah, quick?" He growled, tickling her side ferociously. Sarina howled with laughter and tried to get away from him. "Beg for mercy!"

  She laughed until her sides hurt. "Mercy! Please, no more. I can't take anymore." He relented, hesitantly.

  "If my speed is the problem, you have only to blame yourself."

  "Uh! How so?" She couldn’t stop grinning like a fool.

  He climbed on top of her and gave her a dizzying, sexy kiss that softened her body like butter. "For being so damned sexy."

  "Oh," she murmured, her eyes closing as his lips and tongue found the sensitive skin at her neck and made a home there. "I wasn't, oh that feels good, I wasn't mad, you know? Just teasing." She gasped sharply as his lips found her hard nipple and danced his tongue along it. She grabbed the back of his head to let him know he wasn't going anywhere from that very perfect spot. "I love how you make me feel."

  "I don't know. It seems that my manhood is in question. For my pride's sake, I'll have to show you how very wrong you are."

  With that dark threat, he moved further down her body, letting his tongue lead him. Sarina's stomach tightened in response and her hands strayed from his hair down to the bedding. His lips found the delicate bone of her hips and kissed the creamy skin there. Sarina wouldn't have thought such a simple thing could cause such a riot of sensations in her body. It was as if fireworks were going off inside of her.

  His big tan hands spread her thighs so he could fit his shoulders between them. Sarina watched raptly as his dark-haired head disappeared between her thighs. She could only stare at him, anticipation riding her body hard, making her mouth dry and goosebumps spread over her skin.

  "You know, I've wanted to do this since I first saw you from that cabin window. You were watching that very naughty movie and your little fingers were right in this spot."

  He punctuated his point by spreading her swollen lips with his tongue and licking a searing path up her cleft to flick across her clitoris with delicious precision. She gasped and squirmed below him, but he only wrapped his arms around her legs and held her down for his ministrations. He licked a flat-tongued against her creamy sex and groaned at the taste of her, pure woman with a hint of vanilla.

  "Watching you made my cock so hard I ended up taking it out and jerking off right there. I came all over the cabin."

  Sarina moaned and hissed in a breath of pleasure as his clever tongue found her clitoris focused on it. She had to fight to catch her breath. The simple touch was devastating. She’d never felt anything like it before. It was soft and firm, yet so incredibly intense inside her.

  “Oh my god, you did? Sexiest thing ever.” His chuckle disappeared into firm licks that had her heart thudding in her chest and her body priming for orgasm. And that was on top of the image he just gave her of him stroking that sexy, hard cock of his. She pictured him stroking it, coming while watching her, and it increased her pleasure even more. She wanted to see it, to see him losing control and know that it was her that drove him to it.

  "You like that don't you, baby?" he growled deeply, then plunged his tongue deep in her core, eating her creamy arousal up like a delicious dessert.

  Sarina tried to form the words to tell him yes, but couldn't seem to make her lips work. Her body was tense, her mind numb with pleasure. Somehow she managed a whisper of sound. "Please."

  Vane lifted his head from her pussy, and the look he gave her held so much heat, so much passion, she was certain he was going to climb up her body and mount her for hours to come. But he didn't. Instead he closed his eyes, shaking his head a little. He hunched back down to her sex and worked her with a passionate purpose…to make her come.

  Everything inside Sarina tightened as her aching body soared toward its peak. His tongue performed a miracle against her swollen clit, flicking with a touch that had her breaths struggling to come and her thighs quivering in his hold. She could do nothing to stop the tongue-lashing, and she didn't want to. She just kept seeing him pumping his hard flesh, the tip red and swollen, then shooting white semen against the cabin.

  She tried to catch her breath, tried to scream as she exploded, but couldn't. Her back arched off the bed and tight pleasure tore through her. Her legs shook in his strong hold, dislodging her from his tongue, but he dove back after it and finished tonguing her until the spasms left her body and she collapsed, panting against the bed.

  By sheer force of will, Sarina was able to open her eyelids. Vane crouched between her bent knees. He looked like an erotic, dark angel. His erection was dark, hard, and viciously aroused. She nibbled on her lip just looking at it. When he reached out and squeezed her thigh in a grip that was almost painful, she realized that he had said something.

  "What?"

  "I said, suck me."

  Sarina's eyes widened as a new wave of pleasure flooded her core. The pleasure she had from just imagining him stroking himself was nothing compared to the thought of putting her mouth on him, tasting him. Even as she moved to a sit up, a wave of hesitation hit her.

  "I've never done that."

  Vane laughed, but it was a pained, hoarse sound. He moved to stand next to the bed, looking beautiful in the moonlit shadows that beamed over him.

  "Don't tell me you're feeling shy now, lumara? Don't forget that not only have I watched you pleasure yourself—quite beautifully I'll add—while watching a porno, but I saw the bag of toys you brought with you during your breeding cycle. Now, suck my dick." She blushed and slapped his chest playfully, which only made him chuckle again. "I also recall a late-night conversation we had at your father's cabin regarding a fantasy you had with not one, but two bisexual lovers taking you at once."

  Sarina hugged him and hid her red face against his neck. "I never should have told you that."

  "Oh, no baby. I want to know all your fantasies. I'll never let another man touch you but, but I thought your fantasy was very," he thought about it for a moment, “imaginative, for a virgin."

  “Don’t you know us virgins are the kinkiest? All those pent up, repressed desires….”

  She nipped his neck and his sharp inhale reminded her of the very hard, very demanding cock that was digging into her stomach. Feeling inspired by his choice word for her, Sarina smiled wickedly up at him and ushered him to lay back on the bed with his big legs hanging off the side. He did as she pleased, a dark need in his eyes.

  His cock was so hard it lined with the hard plane of his stomach. The round head was flushed red and the veins stood out proudly as she looked at it. She had never taken the time to study him when they'd been together before. During her breeding cycle, her hormones were a furious lust storm inside her, consuming her and him.

  She caressed the hard, muscled strength of his thighs, loving the crisp, dark hair under her fingers as she studied his drawn up scrotum. Drawing close, she bent over him, then ran a gentle caress across his sac, surprised to learn that it was quite soft
and pliable. As she rolled and learned the texture of the interesting flesh, Vane made a heartfelt groan from deep in his chest.

  "If you don't do something soon, I won't be at fault for what happens."

  Loving how much her touch was driving him crazy, Sarina dipped her mouth to his cock and pressed a soft, gentle kiss along the swollen head. It pulsed against her as if seeking to kiss her back for her little peck. The angle was awkward and she wasn't sure how she was supposed to fit his cock in her mouth like she'd seen in her movies. Surely her mouth couldn't open that wide. That’s why there were actors for this sort of thing.

  Just as she was about to drive him crazy with her dainty tonguing licks, Vane rushed to his feet and pressed her down to her knees so that she was face level with his cock. He grabbed the heavy mass and aimed it at her lips.

  "Oh."

  Looking up at him and seeing his cheeks flushed the same color as his cock, Sarina wanted nothing more in that moment than to give him the same amazing pleasure he'd given her tonight and during the days of her breeding cycle. His nostrils flared as he stared down at her with intense heat. Despite the fact that she had no idea how to do this, Sarina grabbed his hard cock from him, took him in a small fist, and brought it to her wet lips.

  She licked the rim, tasting his leaking cum, then traced further down to the bottom of the head. When Vane hissed in a sharp breath, she assumed that what she was doing was good.

  "More," he growled, thrusting his hips a little at her mouth, seeking entrance.

  Sarina answered by opening her mouth around his cock, and using her tongue as a wet guide. She took as much of his thick cock as she could in one swoop. Her mouth was full of him and she felt a strange, erotic thrill fill her. He tasted like her cream wrapped in his masculine taste. She felt naughty, sexy, and desperately wanted to have him spill himself in her mouth.

  With that new goal in mind, Sarina did her best to learn how to please him. She retreated with a wet pass back up to his tip and then dipped down again until she had created a wonderful, wet glide that she could easily bow into. When his hands came up to fist in her hair, and his hips began a short, thrusting motion she knew she had him. Squeezing him in her fist, she bobbed wetly back and forth on his hard cock stopping when her lips reached her hand. Then she pulled him out all the way to flick her tongue across his red tip.

  "Christ," he panted, fighting to catch air. Sarina closed her lips around him again and increased her speed, sensing his nearing release. She rubbed her tongue against his hot flesh sucking hard and pumping his cock with her fist at the same time. He groaned harshly and his thighs trembled for a moment, his cock grew bigger in her mouth. The hand in her hair pushed her closer and then the hot flood of hot cum jetted over her tongue and throat, filling her mouth. She sucked him hard coaxing his seed from him. The look of raw pleasure on his face made her moan.

  When he finally pulled out of her mouth, he collapsed onto the bed to keep from falling. She followed him, straddling his chest, and pressing kisses on his neck. She bit her lip and noted that her lips felt tingly and almost numb. The taste of him was in her mouth, and at the sight of him fighting to catch his breath, she realized it was worth the numb lips.

  He turned to look at her with a lazy smile. It curled her toes how much he meant to her, how much he was capable of making her feel with just that one look. She moved to roll off him, but he stopped her.

  "I'm afraid we're not done yet, lumara. I still have a point to prove."

  "What?" It took a second, but then remembered her joke about his quick lovemaking. "It was only a joke, luma. You really have nothing to prove."

  "Perhaps.” His eyes darkened to a positively evil light. “However I find it in my best interest, and yours, to show you just how long I can pleasure you for." Then he rolled on top of her and stole the breath from her with a searing kiss that dominated her senses.

  It wasn't until the glow of the rising sun that Vane finally let Sarina sleep. He'd shown her no mercy. He took her in every room and made her come twice in each. It was only after her eyes grew soft with exhaustion, and after she claimed him as the "Master of her Body" that he tucked her close to him, and let her sleep.

  While she still floated between consciousness and sleep, she muttered words almost too soft to hear. Words that made his heart tighten painfully in his chest.

  "I love you."

  Chapter 25

  Butterflies danced in Sarina's stomach, and her heart fluttered so fast she was sure the butterflies were performing a STOMP routine. And wouldn't that just be perfect on the day of her bonding? After Vera and Alison helped her to get dressed in a sky blue, lace-embroidered gown, they gave her their best wishes and left to join the rest of the waiting pack.

  Oh, how she wished in this moment that she still had her mother with her. She would love to have her blessing, to have her meet the man she loved. A dark voice intruded on her happy thoughts. Did father murder mom?

  God, she just wished her father was different, that he could be here, hugging her and wishing his daughter the best in life. Instead, he had tried to sell her to an abusive, horrible man that belonged in prison. A part of her hoped desperately that her father wouldn’t show up at the ceremony, but she knew her father and his deadly determination. He would still try to marry her off to the prince. She didn't know how he planned to do it, but Vane and the pack were ready for it. The Justicars were waiting in the pack. Vane said they were dressed in their plain clothes so they wouldn’t be spotted.

  Taking a deep breath, the front door of the cabin opened. It was Darien, ready to lead her to Vane. Normally a parent from the father’s side would walk with her, but since that wasn't a possibility, and Vane's parents were deceased, it left only the next eldest sibling. Darien's eyes held a haunted glow to them even as he smiled down at her. She wrapped her hand around his arm and they walked together.

  The night was beautiful, perfect. The moon was a full, shiny circle glowing brightly, its force keeping away the puffy clouds for just this night. The air was warm with a light breeze and the smell of rose, lilac, and lavender flowers wafted in the air as they entered the large garden. The garden was an acre in length. It held an expanse of trimmed, green grass and patterns and rows of colorful flowers, bushes, and trees.

  The butler, Alfonse, came by earlier to meet her. The older man had her laughing so hard tears rolled down her cheeks. It helped to ease the knot of fear and worry inside her. He told her about this garden. About how Vane had it made with his own money for the pack. It was beautiful. Just looking at it, she could imagine children running in the field playing and squealing with laughter. Tonight the garden was filled with Vane's pack members and the Justicars. The lykaen community’s personal law and order.

  Upon seeing her new pack, she took another unsteady breath as the butterflies in her stomach danced faster.

  "Relax," Vane's brother said gently. "You’ll be fine." His deep voice, so much likes Vane's, but gruffer helped to ease her nerves. Darien stopped her as they reached the front of the pack. Looking across the distance, she saw Vane and instant relief coursed through her. It wasn't until that moment that she realized she was worried he wouldn't show.

  Alfonse, the pack’s ceremony elder stood in the middle between her and Vane. Alfonse nodded at Vane then at her, then looked out over the pack.

  "You may all bow in honor of the Alpha, Vane Kategan and his selected Queen, Sarina Brunes." Together, with fluid grace, the pack fell gently to their knees. In that moment, Sarina forgot all about her father, the Justicars, and Prince Conlin.

  Her eyes watered, and she mouthed a thank you to her new pack. Several members saw it and smiled at her encouragingly. Bowing before the selected mate was a sign of complete acceptance in the pack.

  "Alpha Kategan and Queen Brunes, if you wish to bond to each other, to fuse your souls and hearts as one on this very night, then please proceed to meet." Sarina let go of the breath she'd been holding as Vane confidently took a step forw
ard, then another. Soon she did the same, and then they were standing before each other. He looked ridiculously handsome in a black suit with a white shirt and no tie. The top button was undone enough to see the tan skin of his chest. His eyes were soft and dark as he looked down at her.

  "Vane Kategan do you wish for Sarina Brunes to be your truemate and Queen in the unbreakable bond?"

  "I do so vow."

  "And do you Sarina Brunes wish for Vane Kategan to be your truemate and Alpha in the unbreakable bond?"

  "I do so vow." Sarina trembled as the elder lifted the ceremonial ribbon, made of fabric and a lock of hair from her and Vane, then sewed together. The sight of it had her lip trembling as she struggled to reign in her tears. As the elder started to place the sanctified ribbon over their clasped hands, the roar of engines cut through the air.

  With cold dread, Sarina turned to see her worst nightmare. God, how could she have forgotten so easily?

  Her father and the prince had just arrived.

  * * *

  Vane growled deep in his throat as rage quickly boiled and exploded. He pushed Sarina behind him and stalked to her father as he and the prince approached him.

  "You dare to interrupt our bonding ceremony. You are truly honorless, King."

  The king snarled in return and stepped into Vane's face, uncaring that the Alpha was more than ready to let his beast out and was a good foot taller.

  "She is my daughter. I own her, and I'm taking her back, mutt."

  Vane moved so quickly, it was blur of movement. He shoved the king back hard then followed the move with a brutal right hook that would have sent him on his ass if his guardsman hadn't caught him. Vane moved to finish the job but was stopped by a wall of muscle as a guardsman slammed into him.

  Vane let the action take him to the ground, but he latched onto the guard’s chest, taking him with him. They rolled and Vane came out on top, the sounds of screams and shouts rang in his ears as he pounded his fist hard into the man's lean face, stopping only when blood coated his fist like a glove. Rage. There was only rage now.