by Andrea Allen
Rowan once again sits atop the highest mountain peak, surveying his kingdom. Though much is different since he last sat here, he still desires a mate. He needs one with powers comparable to Griffin’s, Dahlia’s and his own. Yet he wants the kind of love he sees Griffin and Dahlia share. Far below, in a sheltered spot hidden from prying eyes, Rowan spies movement. He watches closely as an unknowing Athena finally removes her cloak. The setting sun hits her skin and a bright golden blaze pierces Rowan’s eyes. Athena’s skin is golden. Rowan gasps as she transforms into a beautiful golden dragon. The prophecy is coming true before his prying eyes. Their savior is here and she is glorious. As she takes flight into the darkening sky, Rowan follows. His heart tells him that she is his mate. All will be well.
THE END
Bonus 4 of 30
Desire: Her Two Rivals
Description
The fate of two tribes rests on the back of one marriage between the two. But what happens when the bride gets pregnant by the wrong man?
The Dulak hold their tribe’s values above all else. While on the other side of the river, their rival, the Shawon, value honor most. When Floraka, ‘Flora’, is chosen to be the link between the two tribes, she’s forced to choose between her kind and her rival. Hot passion erupts between her and her guard before the ceremony. How will her newly wedded husband deal with the break in honor? A steamy tale of sensual breeding gone wrong or a gift in disguise?
Can she keep the secret or will her husband find another way to get revenge for breeding his wife?
Chapter 1
The heated mating instincts of the female bear-shifters in the Dulak tribe were at their highest the night before a full moon. Their pheromones stuck to the very trees populating the expanding forest that separated the Dulak tribe and their rival, the Shawon. Every bear nearby could pick up on the potent aroma, especially in the small portion of the forest their tribe called home. It quickly became a custom out of necessity to find all of the females and have them locked away and protected by the only males not affected. They were thought to be born without the senses for a female mate and as such were specially trained to deal with the hordes of lustful males that came for the females in heat.
The males in their tribe weren’t the only ones affected.
In time, curious males from the rival tribe across the forest also picked up on the scent. They would wander the landscape in search of the smell, females lost in an endless sea of lust unable to control themselves around them. Many moons rose and fell and, with them, were the warriors sworn to protect the females. The Shawon, with their savagery, would take the females for their own and never allow them to be seen again.
Both tribes were in a state of disarray, but the Dulak’s leader was convinced that he would bring order to the two tribes. He knew there had to be a way.
Time went on. Countless battles ensued due to the confusion and aggression brought about from the males on both sides of the rivalry. So much blood had been shed. Too much blood. The battlefields being the homes of mothers and fathers wanting nothing more than to protect what they had.
It’d finally become too much for either side to handle.
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The tribal leader of the Dulak, his long and tattered grey hair blowing in the wind looked on at the visitors lumbering through the gates to their village. Sage-like stares were on all of the bears in the group, scraps of clothing stuck to their bodies from when they were men. One rose to its hind legs and bellowed lowly. A sign of respect to the leader of the Dulak.
The opposite bowed his head in return. Around the visiting leader, his bear followers scouted around the village conversing with the others there. It only made the feeling of uneasiness more apparent in the air, everything still. Pine needles paraded up the Dulak leader’s spine as he was forced to smile courteously.
“Ah,” the Dulak leader started to say, stepping down from his seat. “It’s finally time then, isn’t it?” He opened his arms in a welcoming way, but the bears were as weary as he pretended not to be.
The bear, once on his hind legs, had reverted back to a human. A much younger counterpart to the Dulak leader, the Shawon was young and full of energy. Battle scars outlined his entire body—even around his loincloth and traces of muscle. “I’ve thought long and hard about this one for a long time. I think it’s time that things changed for the better.”
“I have no choice but to agree… My people… They are broken,” the Dulak leader said.
“As are mine,” the Shawon leader replied sorrowfully. His eyes lost contact with the other leader for a while. Pain split him at the moment, but it didn’t take him long to come back to it.
“So…” The Dulak looked away. “If we are to mend this, then we both must sacrifice. I believe that was agreed upon through the messenger, was it not?”
“It was indeed,” the Shawon leader replied. “I give you my son and you give me someone you regard as a daughter. Whoever that may be is not a worry of mine. She just needs to be in deep heat in order to take my son’s seed. Is that understood, at least?”
“Of course it is. If it is to stop this quarreling, then we must do all that we can… But she isn’t going alone.”
“Do tell.”
“Her mind is far too fixated on the heat to stay clear. She needs someone strong to keep her aligned. I’m sending with her one of the strongest and best from this village to accompany her and then, only then, will she be taken by one of your men.”
The younger leader stroked his chin for a short while. A few glances shifted between him and his bear-kind. “And what of the child that is conceived?”
“Then they will raise it together. Another sign of our unity.” He hesitated. “Come now, you must realize this is for…”
“Yes, yes… I know. I’ll agree to your conditions, but if anything goes wrong during any of this, then there will be blood shed once more.”
The elder leader extended his hand and the younger took it, giving it a firm shake.
Chapter 2
Flora stared out the window in her room, feeling the heat between her legs growing hotter with each passing moment. She’d been condemned there by the tribe leader, Delson, as a way of protecting her. The throbbing, aching need pulsing through her and making her fingers tirelessly twirl in her long, dark hair was starting to drive her past the point of seeing reason. Hoping to distract herself from the buff, shirtless men patrolling outside, she turned her attention to the bare walls around her. Being an outdoorsy type of woman, Flora didn’t waste time decorating her space, but in this instance, she wished she had.
There was only one thing in the room to distract herself aside from the bed she lay on or the scattered dressers—a mirror. Looking into her reflection, Flora lost herself for a moment. The wavy hair that covered her shoulders and flowed down her barely concealed, perky DD-cup breasts hidden just behind a thin cloth across both of the hardened nipples. Flora quietly groaned each time one of the sensitive nubs rubbed against the soft, but hard-pressed fabric.
Below her exposed mid-drift was where her hand started to wander, sinking between her legs. Flora’s eyes started to slowly close as her head tilted back and a soft hand caressed between her thighs. She nearly lost herself in the moment before violently jerking upward, coming back into reality with both eyes shot wide open. Flora looked around the small room made of aged logs and sighed. “I can’t take this any longer,” she admitted to herself. “Maybe if I could just release a little bit of it, then… I can stay sane for just a little while longer…”
A twinge of warmth ran up Flora’s spine and settled at the back of her head as she swung an arm over the window frame, looking through it again. She subtly licked her lips, eyeing the chiseled abs and beefy biceps on the warriors passing by. Despite herself, she couldn’t keep her eyes from drifting further downward to their loincloths and the longer she gazed at the bouncing clothes, the louder the growls from her bear grew. Every fiber in her being told her to beckon him—
call to him that she wanted him—needed him.
Flora bit down on her lip, but when that failed to keep her thoughts from bubbling to the surface, she bit her finger. Should I really be doing this…? Quickly turned into, how have I not done this already?
A confident smile naturally formed on her face as she gestured to one of the men to come closer. The dark and tall muscle-clad stud looked focused, and yet, clueless at the same time. He had the sort of look someone lost would have while also being an intimidating, towering beast of a man. Flora couldn’t even begin to imagine what he looked like shifted. His braided hair covered his shoulders, but gave him a more innocent look as he cocked his head to the side and asked, “Did you need something?”
The man’s deep, husky voice sent shivers down Flora’s spine—even through the glass. Flora opened the window as widely as she could, making sure to adjust herself in front of the man for several minutes before answering. “It depends, handsome. Are you willing to help?” Flora asked in a sultry, seductive voice.
The man didn’t seem to be fazed by Flora at all and replied, “Of course I am. Whatever you need.”
“Well, you see… I’ve been having this aching feeling for the longest time and there’s only one way to get rid of it…” Flora bit down on her lip softly and reached out to the man to move a few stray strands of hair away from his face as she looked into his deep, dark brown eyes. She could sense a change in the male as she cupped his chin, slowly pulling him toward her. “I need a big, strong man to help me relieve some of this…tension. Do you think you can help…um…?”
“Liak. My name is Liak, ma’am,” the man responded, pulling his head away from Flora’s grasp. “I-I’m sorry… I was given very strict orders on not doing that… I don’t even know if I’d want to…”
Liak turned his head to the side, but Flora used two fingers to tilt his chin so that their eyes met again. “So, you’re not even a little curious?” she asked with a smirk wedged in the side of her mouth.
“Maybe…a little,” Liak grumbled. Flora could feel his warmth in her palm.
“I just need some relief, Liak… Nothing more and nothing less,” Flora said warmly.
“Well… Maybe I could make a small exception just this once…” Liak replied, reaching down to gasp his steadily rising loincloth for a moment.
“That’s a good boy. Just come around the front and I’ll let you in. I’m sure you’ll know what to do from there.”
Chapter 3
The tall, dark male strode into Flora’s bedroom with the confidence of a thousand men. He didn’t bother trying to hide his thick, bobbing cock as it barely kept its tip hidden behind the light fabric of the loin cloth. Flora grinned, sprawled out on the bed and beckoning to Liak with a finger. Hint of a grin on his face, he came nearer, but stopped just before he reached the side of her bed.
“D-dammit…” Liak stuttered as he bit down on his bottom lip and Flora crawled across the bed to him.
“What is it, honey…?” she asked as she looked up at Liak, lightly tapping the tip of his extended prick—right on the wet spot forming on the loincloth from the pre-cum.
“I know that I shouldn’t be doing this, but… I can’t…” Liak groaned as Flora wrapped her large, soft hand around his shaft and slowly moved it up and down his throbbing length. Forcing the words through his grit teeth, he went on to say, “I c-can’t… Stop myself… You sm-smell so damned good…” Flora looked up at him with a confident smirk, squeezing his manhood firmer, but keeping the tip hidden still. “Not quite as good as a male smells, but… Maybe trying new things…”
“Ha-ha… It sounds like I turned you into a real chatterbox, huh?” Flora asked as she licked her lips, feeling her heaving chest steadily rising and falling with each slow breath.
It was hard to see the soft redness on both of Liak’s cheeks, but Flora could tell the warrior was blushing. Just knowing how much power she held over him by controlling his lust was enough to get her gushing, but she could hardly keep away from the man herself. Every part of her was hyper-sensitive—begging to be touched and caressed, but she wanted more still. There was something else she wanted. A toy.
Liak opened his mouth to speak, but Flora stole the words away from him as she tore the loincloth away with her teeth and took his cock head into her lips. “Ah… Mmm…” Liak stood on wobbling legs, curling and uncurling his fists repeatedly as he gently rocked back and forth. Flora hummed around his head, pleased, but pulled it out to leave a thin line of pre-cum from her lips to the tip. The warrior looked down, panting at his seductress and she merely grinned up at him, licking his taste off her lips.
“I don’t know what’s come over me, ma’am,” Liak started to say as he lightly panted. “I’m not usually so… It’s just… It feels so damned good… What did you do?” Flora shrugged, twisting her hand around Liak’s shaft again and again while her other hand reached for his plump, shaven sack.
“These feel pretty full. Are you sure it’s entirely my doing?” Flora let his balls roll atop her palm a little before she grasped them a little more firmly, squeezing just enough to earn a gasp out of Liak.
“I w-wouldn’t be surprised by it…” Liak’s eyes couldn’t focus anywhere—not even on Flora. Watching her was enough to push him closer to the edge, so he closed his eyes and threw his head back, letting his mouth hang open as hot pants escaped it.
Flora poked her tongue out of her lips and used it to round Liak’s cock’s crown slowly before inviting his head into her mouth again. She suckled lightly at first, using her tongue to guide his throbbing manhood into her mouth, inch by inch, as he groaned and grunted in pleasure. Fed up with not being able to hold something, Liak planted both of his hands on the back of Flora’s head. He ran his fingers through her thick, dark hair and murmured something Flora couldn’t quite hear underneath his breath.
As Flora got into a steady rhythm, letting her tightly enclosed lips replace her hands, she closed her eyes and imagined what his meaty cock would feel like inside of her. He felt good in her mouth—too good from how she pulsed and tensed while sucking him, but she couldn’t help but wonder even though she knew it was forbidden. What’s the worst that could happen? she thought as she pushed her lips all the way down to Liak’s pubic hair, effectively deep-throating the warrior and holding herself there.
“Oh…! Ohhhh! Oh my fucking…! That’s so good…!” bellowed Liak from above, grasping the hair at the back of Flora’s head tightly and thrusting his hips forward as if it’d get more of himself down her throat. “Sh-shit…” Liak said in a hot breath as Flora pried her lips off of him and let his length settle against her face.
His cock dribbled pre-cum onto her cheek as she looked up at him with a smile and when she raised a hand to stroke him against her face, he tensed up. “Fucking thought I was going to blow it right then and there…” Liak managed to force out, still heavily panting.
“Mmm…” Flora hummed, dragging her tongue up the underside of his shaft, feeling every pulse and throb on the way back to his head. “I’m glad you didn’t, babe.” Flora flashed Liak a devilish smile, reaching up to caress one half of his muscular chest and then the other. “I’ll admit it. When I was down there, I couldn’t stop thinking about having this big thing inside of me.”
Flora could tell she’d made the warrior blush again, although he tried to keep a stoic expression as he crossed his arms. “R-really?” He cleared his throat. “I mean, I’m sure that I can continue to assist you if that’s what you really want, ma’am…”
“Oh, you’ll be doing more than just assisting me,” Flora said just before planting a small kiss on the tip of Liak’s cock.
Liak shuddered and asked, “Wh-what do you mean…?”
Flora threw her hair back and wiped Liak’s pre-cum off of her lips before flashing him a grin. “You’ll see…” she said as she turned around and put all of her weight on her forearms, which rested atop a few soft pillows.
Liak stood in awe as Flo
ra raised her backside to him and spread her legs apart, letting him see up Flora’s grass skirt with nothing underneath. Flora’s glistening snatch was clearly visible despite her dark skin and Liak couldn’t stop licking his lips. If he’d been left alone, he would’ve climaxed instantly from his hand working his shaft and the visual stimulation alone.
“Get the picture yet?” Flora asked in a teasing voice as she shook her backside a little. The beast inside of Flora surged with her sexually charged energy. She didn’t just need to mate anymore—she had to. It was the only thing that would finally calm her mind and settle the stirring at her core. Liak’s seed would surely be enough to pleasure her hot, aching need.
Liak tried again and again to come up with a worthy response and yet nothing but bestial grunts came out. It seemed that Flora wasn’t the only one feeling their bear starting to take over, but then again, neither of them were doing anything to stop it. If there was anything they could do to stop it to begin with.
Both hands trembling and cock flexing, Liak came closer to Flora and grasped himself firmly at the base. Despite himself, he hesitated while trying to align his tip to her warm, flowing entrance and instead ground his tip up and down her vulva. Flora let out a soft moan in response, which only grew louder as Liak kept grinding harder and harder, making Flora’s pulsing clit firmly stand out against Liak’s slick shaft. “Mmm…” Flora hummed, backing herself into Liak in time with his thrusts against her. “Fuck, babe… Is this payback for earlier?” she asked in a playful voice, but the underlying lust made her tone sound deeper.
Liak took hold of Flora’s wide hips, holding onto her as he went a little faster, squirting pre-cum and feeling Flora’s wetness coat his cock more and more. “I’m s-sorry… It’s just… I… Er…” Liak tried to speak, but the words got stuck in his throat right as he pulled his hips back. Sensing her opportunity, she positioned herself in such a way that when Liak threw his hips forward again, he’d end up penetrating her.