Rescuing Reya (The Beast Masters Series)

by Hawk, Reagan

  Rescuing Reya (The Beast Masters Series)

  by

  Reagan Hawk

  Rescuing Reya © Copyright 2013 by Reagan Hawk

  First Electronic Printing March 2013, The Raven Books

  Cover art by Eliza Black © Copyright 2013

  Edited by Suz Gower

  Final Line Edit by Dianne B.

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  This novel is a work of fiction. Any and all characters, events, and places are of the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or events or places is merely coincidence.

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  Rescuing Reya (The Beast Masters Series)

  by

  Reagan Hawk

  Table of Contents

  Rescuing Reya (The Beast Masters Series)

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Reagan on Amazon

  Reagan Hawk Titles

  The Beast Masters Series

  Strength in Numbers Series

  Masters of Pleasure

  Cyber Sex Series

  The Raven Books’ Complimentary Material

  The King’s Choice by Mandy M Roth

  The Barbarian Prince (Dragon Lords 1) by Michelle M. Pillow

  Strength in Numbers by Reagan Hawk

  Rescuing Reya

  Book Three in the Beast Masters Series

  Utan oversees one of the houses of pleasure on planet Ralen. He does the duty required of him but harbors no desire to find release in a woman many seek comfort for coin with. When his brother asks for his help in finding a small slip of a woman who came from a slave trader vessel, Utan rushes to aid Altan. He wasn’t in search of a mate, a woman of his own, but he can’t resist the urge to lay claim to her even at the expense of his brother’s future.

  Reya had it all. The promise of love, of a future, of happiness. It was all based on lies. Lies that left her in the hands of slave traders. When she finds herself on a strange planet with powerful men who can shift into beasts and who are in the market for strong stock to serve their every sexual whim, she knows she’ll be given back to the traders to face certain death, so she makes a run for it—straight into the arms of two brothers. One who owns a brothel and the other who fights his inner beast with all he has. The three of them must find a way to come together if they’re to make it work. Unfortunately, not everyone has their best interests at heart.

  Warning: Novella contains graphic language, MF and MFM interactions, light BDSM play/themes, an alpha male shifter who wants to collar his woman, brand her as his for the rest of their lives, a woman 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.

  Disclaimer: 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.

  The Beast Masters Series

  Trading Teon

  Securing Sara

  Rescuing Reya

  Capturing Clara

  Binding Bree

  Dedication

  To my beta readers—Mandi, Chloe, Tawania, Angie, Julie, Tracie and Jess. Thank you for all you do. Your support and ability to kick my muse right in the butt is amazing! To my editor, Suz Gower, without your guidance I’d be “lost in space”. To Dianne B. for making sure all the changes are where they should be. Last but not least, to my readers who don’t mind me writing what I want to write. Thank you all so very much!

  Chapter One

  Planet Ralen

  Utan of Ralen, clan family Euntin, listened as the commanding officer for the sector spoke of the upcoming week’s itinerary. Men were due back from outlying planets and would require time within the walls of Utan’s House of Pleasure.

  He nodded to Garon as he spoke more of the men’s needs. “And you will have enough females in service for them?”

  “Of course,” replied Utan. He envied Garon and the others. Once he’d been on active duty as well and had fought and joined in many battles. That seemed a lifetime ago. When he found the local sector’s House of Pleasure placed in his care, all of that changed. It was more important he run it and maintain things so the Heat did not claim more of his brethren. “My women are always ready to serve.”

  “Good.” Garon turned to his second-in-command, Lorne. “What news have we of the recent mining accident?”

  “Another?” Jaston, a fellow guard, asked. “That makes three in one month. Tagun’s mineral-hungry officials should not be permitted to blow holes in their planet if they cannot do so safely.”

  “Agreed,” Lorne said. He looked to Utan. “Have you word from your brother yet?”

  “No, Altan and his men were cleaning up the other two explosions,” Utan said with a sigh. “I’ve heard nothing of the new one. Garon?”

  “Only that it just occurred. We have no word if any of our men were there when it happened. When I know more, you will. You have my word.”

  Utan knew Garon’s word was good.

  Lorne cast a pensive look at Garon. “We can’t keep sending our men to suffer because they want to turn a profit on something so dangerous. And you know as well as I that the mineral they mine can only be used to make weapons. Who do you think they arm with it? Not us.”

  Garon sighed. “This decision comes from the higher council. Utan, I’ll stay in contact with our men on Tagun. I’ll keep you posted as I hear more.”

  “Thank you.” Utan nodded. “Is that all then?”

  “Meeting adjourned,” Garon said.

  Wasting no time, Utan set his handheld tablet in its cubby hole and left the main meeting lodge. He disliked having to stop everything for matters that concerned him little. He was seen as a politician of sorts now even though he didn’t want anything to do with the title or what it entailed.

  Jaston fell into step alongside Utan. “I fear you dislike the meetings more than me. I didn’t think it possible.”

  Utan laughed. “Oh, it is most certainly possible. So, I’ve not seen you darkening my doorstep of late. Are you well?”

  Jaston tipped his head. “As well as I can be, and I fear a bit of cunt won’t fix what ails me.”

  “The Heat?” Utan asked.

  Jaston glanced away. “They tell me Altan is having troubles with it as well.”

  “He is.”

  Jaston clasped his shoulder. “He will pull through.”

  Utan wasn’t so sure.

  Chapter Two


  Two weeks later, just outside of Ralen’s orbit…

  Reya coughed again, the air from the slave trader vessel hurting her lungs. Each breath she took was agony, and she’d taken more breaths than she could count since she’d been captured and imprisoned aboard the trader vessel months ago. Her upper back was rubbed nearly raw from heaving with her back pressed to the rusty metal wall of her holding cell. She’d been too weak to do much beyond lie there for most of the agonizingly long journey.

  The cell door scraped open and she looked up to find one of the two Voxenite guards who normally checked on her. He was the nicer of the two, if you could call only jabbing her once with his electric prod ‘nice’. He’d done that on the first day of her arrival but hadn’t done it again.

  He tipped his head and the gills on the sides of his face flapped. He wore a breathing apparatus over his nose and part of his mouth. The sight of him used to cause her to slink back and gasp. She was used to him and the others like him now.

  “Come,” he said.

  She tried to stand but was too weak.

  He glanced down the long outer corridor and then stepped into her cell and bent. He lifted her gently and carried her out of the cell, down the corridor and to a large decontamination chamber. She’d not had a decent bath since she’d been taken from Earth, Old World Section Seven, and she nearly cried tears of joy at the sight of the unit. The guard eased her to her feet and motioned to the unit.

  “Enter.”

  She eyed him cautiously. “Really?”

  She couldn’t be sure but she thought he may have done his version of a smile. “Yes.”

  The idea of being clean put a spring in her step. She moved as quickly as she could to the decontamination unit and stripped the rags she’d been wearing from her body. The unit kicked on, cleaning away the grime and filth of the past few months. Her long blonde hair fell freely over her shoulders, clean once more. The unit kicked off and the door to it slid open.

  Nude, she stood before the guard and lowered her gaze, fearful of what would come next. The guard eased closer to her, holding material in his hands. “Do not fear me.”

  She looked up.

  He held the material out for her. “This is for you. Dress in it when I am done here with you. Someone should pay a good price for you. You are—” He raked his gaze over her. “—most pleasing to look upon.”

  She blushed and eased the material from his outstretched hands.

  “We are not compatible,” he said, his voice slightly garbled because of the breathing apparatus.

  Tipping her head, she stared at him, confused as to what he meant.

  “Sexually,” he supplied. “My species and yours, we are not compatible. If we were, I would have purchased you for myself.”

  “Th-thank you.” She bit her lower lip. “I think.”

  “Dress. We land soon. Soon you will be bought.”

  She tensed.

  He touched her cheek gently and then turned to a shelf near her. He handed her a small vial. “Take this. It will help here and here.” He boldly touched her upper chest and then reached around her touching the raw skin on her upper back. “Your cough is worse. This will help. It will help your back heal quickly as well. Slaves are not permitted to it under normal circumstances. It is all I could steal from the supply room. I am sorry.”

  She understood the risk he was taking to assist her and appreciated it more than he’d ever know. She went to her tiptoes, totally naked, holding material to her chest, and she planted a kiss upon his gilled cheek. “Thank you.”

  He caught her around the waist. “Take the vial.”

  She swallowed what was in it and nearly gagged. She thought he’d poisoned her but her airway began to ease nearly instantly. It wasn’t perfect but it was much, much better.

  The guard held her close. His body pressed to hers. “Your hair is like the sun.”

  She said nothing, wondering if he’d try to join with her even though he’d said they weren’t compatible. He took hold of her shoulders and pushed her out at arm’s length. He then looked her up and down, repeating the steps. She realized he was curious. He touched one of her breasts lightly. “These supply sustenance to your young?”

  Reya wanted to hate him because she hated the others of his kind on the ship, but he’d always been different towards her. She nodded. “Yes. Once a woman of my species births a child, our breasts produce sustenance for the child. Here.” She put her hand over his, keeping it on her breast.

  He squeezed her nipple gently and a soft hiss of air slipped from between her clenched teeth. He watched her and he touched her other breast with his other hand. He squeezed it as well. “They are sensitive, like our palusions?”

  She wasn’t sure what a palusion was so she said nothing.

  He took her hand and brought it to his mid-torso. The guards and other traders had only ever worn a jumpsuit, and she’d assumed beneath it they were smooth and thin. When she felt the bumps there that were moving, she had a quick image of snakes. She nearly jerked her hand away, but the look in his eyes said her touch gave him pleasure, so she forced herself to stay put.

  “My palusions,” he said. “It is how we reproduce. My palusions join with another’s palusions and the exchange is made. From there, the eggs implant in whichever of my kind has the best chance of incubating them until it is time to lay them.”

  Her eyes widened.

  “Our species are very different,” he said.

  She nodded and then paused. “You must be lonely without any females of your kind onboard.”

  He tipped his head. “We have no females. We do not require them.”

  She schooled her face.

  He returned to touching her. “Seeing you makes my palusions active.”

  Fear raced through her. “Are you going to lay eggs in me?”

  He smiled, showing off jagged teeth. “No. That is not possible.”

  “Then what are you going to do to me?”

  “Do I cause you pain?” he asked.

  “No.”

  “I wish to explore you. To know more about your kind,” he stated. “I was once a scientist among my people before the wars ravaged my planet and forced my people to the skies.” He caressed her nipple, making it harden. “I am intrigued by you.”

  “Why me?”

  “I do not know.” He paused. “I wish to learn of how your species reproduces. Will you show me?”

  Reya’s hands trembled. “What do you want to know?”

  He glanced at the door and then back at her. “I want to see where it is you join with a male of your kind. But first, you must be shaved for the sale.”

  Shaved for the sale?

  He led her to a table with stirrups on it. She didn’t fight him. She’d be no match for him, and over the course of her time being held captive she’d developed a certain level of trust in him. He eased her onto the table and she held the material he’d given her close. He spread her legs and then peered at her sex.

  “Have you done this to all the women onboard?” She knew she wasn’t the only woman. She’d managed conversations through the walls of her cell and through the air vents. She also knew all the women being held were human or humanoid.

  He shook his head, his hand going to her inner thigh. “I am not one who normally sees to the decontamination and cleansing of the females. I have never had a desire to do so before now.”

  She clutched the sides of the table as his hands caressed her inner thighs. “W-why me?”

  “You are small for your kind. Smaller than most.”

  Yes, she was short, but she didn’t think she was that short for a girl.

  “And there is a certain vulnerability to you,” he confessed. “Your lungs.”

  Chapter Three

  Reya sighed as she lay on her back on the exam table. She’d been cursed with less than perfect lungs since birth and it had kept her from joining the Galactic Guards or anything remotely interesting. Not that her parents would have pe
rmitted such a thing back then. They’d believed she’d marry a rich and powerful man and have many babies with him, securing her place of power. When she’d been left shamed and dishonored at the altar, their hopes for her had been dashed and they’d been quick to turn their backs on her.

  They’d never loved her. She’d been a meal ticket to them. Nothing more.

  Tears threatened to fall. She steeled herself.

  The alien guard continued to stroke her inner thighs. “Your skin is pale.”

  “Yes.”

  The guard left her for a moment and returned with a handheld hair-removal laser. He moved it over the full length of her legs and then stood near her head. He motioned for her to lift her arms. She did. He moved it over each of her armpits. “Males of this planet prefer their women shaven clean.” He moved towards her pussy. “But some like a small bit of hair here.”

  She gasped as he touched between her legs. “What planet am I being taken to?”

  “Ralen,” he replied, and fear shot through her. She’d heard of the beast men who inhabited the planet Ralen. Heard of how they liked sex rough and kinky. How they collared their women and claimed full ownership of them like barbarians.

  “I don’t want to go there. Please can’t I be sold somewhere else?”

  The alien guard met her gaze. “You, they call Reya, yes?”

  She was surprised he’d bothered to learn her name. “Yes.”

  “I am Five.”

  She blinked. His name was a number?

  “Five, please can’t I be taken to another planet?”

  “Reya,” he said softly, moving the handheld hair-removing device between her legs. “This is the last stop. Those who are not sold here will not be sold.” The emphasis he put on the last few words scared her.

  “We’ll be kept by all of you?”

  “No,” he confessed. “We have no need of females of your kind for ourselves. We cannot reproduce with you and almost all of my kind finds your species revolting. I do not. And long ago there were others of my kind who did not. It is said several species evolved from joining between humans and Voxenites.”