Breeding Cycle (2 page)

Sarina rubbed her own nipples in time with Tony. She moaned, her hips jerking in need. Biting her lip, she almost fast-forwarded the movie to get to what she wanted. She refused to give in though. She would hold out until Tony did.

Tony stood and positioned the blonde on a wide wooden desk. He filled her in one hard stroke, and Sarina and the blonde moaned at the same time. In that moment, she wanted to kill that acting woman. Sarina touched her skin, rubbed her soft hands over the smooth skin of her stomach, over her quivering thighs, but always stayed out of reach of her pussy. She stopped over her inner thighs and squeezed just as Tony plowed into the blonde in long, steady strokes. His muscular ass tightened and flexed as he worked his cock in and out.

Sarina rubbed around her thong. She caressed it with her fingertips and felt her wetness through the thing material. She didn’t remove the thong, though. She told herself it was because that’s how she always acted this out, but inside she knew what it really was. It was because she knew she’d dive straight for her pussy and finish the unbearable ache that was there.

Tony thrust faster, and spread the blonde’s long legs wide open. Sarina knew this part by heart. He was going to come soon, and so would she.

Pulling out of the blonde, he repositioned her to bend over the desk. He took the time to spread her cheeks wide and slap them until they turned pink, and then he plunged his cock back into her.

Sarina quickly pulled her panties down to her ankles and let her legs fall wide open. She plunged her fingers over her soft lips to smother them in her hot cream. She brushed over her clit and moaned. In quick response, her hips jumped at the sensation. Breathing unsteadily, Sarina watched as Tony pounded into the moaning porn star, grunting and groaning in his own pleasure. He still wore his tie; it slapped against his chest as he moved.

Using her left hand, she pushed two fingers inside of her, sighing at the feeling. It wasn’t nearly long enough, wide enough and they were only her fingers, but still they felt amazing. She pumped those fingers just as Tony pumped into the woman. Her right hand found her clitoris and began to rub the ultra-sensitive bud with slow, steady circles. Her pussy clenched on her thrusting fingers as if they were trying to stop them.

Tony fucked the woman harder. He wrapped a fist into her long hair and rode her as his balls slapped loudly against her wet flesh. He began grunting with each hard thrust.

“Fuuuuuck,” he said hoarsely.

Sarina wasted no time. She pushed on her clit and rubbed furiously while plunging her fingers into her creamy pussy over and over. The blonde screamed what was probably a fake orgasm and shook her head back and forth as her eyes closed. Tony slammed into her one last time, then pulled out and spreading his legs wide as he grasped his wet cock and stroked the hard flesh. Grunting, he grabbed his ball sac in a strong hand and rolled them around as the blonde moaned and shook her ass at him.

Sarina’s breath froze in her lungs as her body seized and her orgasm jolted through her body like lightning. Tony came, his come shooting hot streams onto the blonde’s raised ass. Sarina rubbed her clit hard as her body shook and shivered with her explosive climax. Her hips bucked as pleasure tore through her. It faded just as quickly, leaving her feeling exhausted.

Slowing her rubs, her eyes hooded, she watched the blonde turn around to suck some leftover come off Tony’s cock. Sarina shivered again and tried to stay her trembling legs. The movie went to the credits and Sarina collapsed loosely against the couch.

Chapter 2

Vane Kategan paced back and forth across his study. Unrest was growing in the pack. Pack members have complained that he needed to find a mate and start breeding. Easier said than done. Vane stuffed his big form into a chair and ran a rough hand through his hair.

He knew they were right. He was the Alpha. As the strongest of the pack, it was his responsibility to provide heirs in case of his death. The only problem with that was none of the women in the pack interested him. He’d dated several of them and even a few outside the pack. But still his beast refused to mate with them. And he couldn’t force such a close connection. They were all unacceptable. Irresponsible, neglectful, boring, and selfish, he, and his wolf refused to consent to his pack having a poor leader. Those with the more positive qualities either didn’t connect with him or were already taken. Besides, the women needed a strong female to influence them, and he needed a queen for both the pack and him.

Vane didn’t know what else to do. At the request of his pack, he even dated some humans. Yet none of them stirred both him and his wolf. He growled in annoyance and went to find his housekeeper. He found him lounging in a recliner in the living room.

“I’ll be going out. Call me if you need me.” Alfonse lifted his head out of the magazine he was reading and smiled.

“Sure thing, boss.” Alfonse gave a little wave before returning to his magazine. Pausing with his head out the door, Vane turned to look at his old friend.

“Is that a Martha Stewart magazine?” he asked tentatively. His friend grinned up at him.

“Sure is. There’s a chocolate mousse recipe in here that looks positively delicious.” Vane grabbed his hiking pack and left to the sound of his friend’s laughter.

The chilled night air helped to calm his nerves. He left his cabin and decided to hike across the unmarked land instead of the usual worn paths. Pack members used the paths to stay within pack territory, but he knew this land better than anyone did. It was all his. He hiked his backpack higher and let his feet guide him.

It had been too long...weeks, since he’d visited the forest. His beast relished the crescent moon and the coming full moon. He walked quickly over fallen trees, climbed deftly down the main bluff, and vaulted over sharp crags. Animals squawked and scattered as his quiet steps tapped through the forest.

Stopping for a moment under a canopy of willow trees, Vane pulled out his water bottle and took a long drink. He stilled as the breeze changed direction and brought with it a new scent. The scent was bold, earthy, and sweet. Different. Lingering, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. It smelled faintly of woman, lykaen, and something else. Something too vague to capture.

Intrigued, he tracked the scent through the woods. He followed the trail until he reached the end of his property line. He hesitated, unsure whether to stray so far from the pack. He made a quick phone call to Alfonse to let him know he’d be off territory for a while. Alfonse laughed at him before telling him to get a gallon of milk on the way home.

“Funny bastard,” Vane muttered under his breath.

Twenty minutes later, Vane passed through some low brush. He swiped at a low-hanging branch and passed under it. A large, two-story cabin resided straight ahead.

The scent was more potent here. He stopped and inhaled the rich scent deep into his lungs. Something about it raised his hackles and brought his cock to life.

Vane didn’t recognize the cabin, but the size of it spoke of money. Whoever built it here, with only a bare dirt path to it, wanted to stay hidden.

Creeping silently, Vane made his way to a first-floor window. The shades were open and a soft yellow light glowed out from a lamp in the corner. The scent was thick and strong this close. He wanted to roll around in it. Hell, something was almost familiar about it.

Vane flattened himself against the log cabin. H could smell the earthy scent of cedar, but it was overpowered by something much greater. He put his ear to the panel of wood, closed his eyes, and listened. He tuned out the birds, squirrels, and crickets at his feet and focused all of his lykaen hearing on the female inside. Intrigued, he was definitely intrigued.

His eyes shot open and his cock pulsed at the sound of a distinctly feminine moan. A deep male voice groaned. Just as quickly as his cock hardened, it deflated. His hands curled into fists. Whoa. What the hell was he angry at?

Before leaving, Vane wanted to at least see the woman who carried such an alluring scent. And a sexy moan. He had just tracked her for several miles.

He peered into the window and what he saw made his cock go from soft to painfully hard.

* * *

Vane nearly exploded in his jeans like a teenage boy. The sight before him had him staring like a dumbfounded idiot.

The woman was small, curvy, and perfect. She lay sprawled on a large sofa, rubbing her little pussy with fast fingers while watching a man and woman fucking on the television.

The sight had him fighting a groan. Never in all his years had a sight taken him with such force, such lust. It was like being hit in the cock with pure sex. He watched, slack jawed, as she worked her little fingers between her legs and rubbed her little pearl. Her pussy was pink, open, and so soft looking. He licked his lips. He’d bet it tasted even better than it looked. It was all he could do not to break through the window and take her. She needed a cock.
His cock.

His balls pulled up hard and tight. Sweat beaded his brow, and his cock was a constant pulsing weight in his jeans. Unconsciously, he began rubbing his crotch against the cabin. The delicious pressure had cum leaking from his cock.

Forcing himself to watch the sight of the female touching herself wasn’t hard. Vaguely he heard the voices of the actors, a woman climaxing and a man grunting. He looked away from the sexy female long enough to see the man jacking off at the blonde’s tan ass. That sight did nothing for him. Which surprised him, but then again, his real interest rested with a passionate lykaen who was desperately rubbing her wet pussy towards a climatic build up.

He watched her fingers work faster, as she panted harder and quicker, so determined to find her pleasure. He couldn’t stand it and, in a second, tore open his zipper, and was tugging on his own hard dick. He clamped his mouth shut to keep from making a sound. Damn but it was hard. He almost laughed at his own pun.

From the corner of his eye, he watched male actor hunch over the woman and squeeze his balls. The female lykaen appeared to really like this as her hips undulated in a frantic rhythm at the sight.

Vane could smell her orgasm coming. It made his own semen leak out of his cock. He pumped faster, uncaring that he was jerking off in the middle of nowhere, outside a strange female’s house. His movements became just as quick and fierce as the actors did, except his attention was all on her. The actor on TV came in a long, guttural shout, and the lykaen’s breath froze.

Vane watched, fascinated, captivated, as her hips stopped in mid-motion, and she started coming. It was like watching a volcano erupt. She bucked hard and shouted the sound making him stroke his own cock in hard, jerky movements. He ached to feel her pussy quivering around his cock. She came for endless moments, and he came with her. He came so hard that he bit down on his lip to keep from making a sound. His cock throbbed, a burning heat in his fist as streams of hot semen shot against the log cabin.

He quickly flattened himself against the wall. He couldn’t breathe worth a damn, but with restraint, he kept quiet as he put his softening cock back into his jeans. He took a moment and rested against the cool wood.

Holy shit.

Vane had never lost control like that before.

There was a reason why he rose to the top and became Alpha of his pack, and it certainly wasn’t because he was impulsive and out of control. And certainly not because he was a peeping tom.

Vane heard movement inside and stilled against the cabin as he listened. He could have just left, but something kept him there, waiting.

Chapter 3

Sarina’s eyes opened instantly alert. What was that?

She turned off the TV so she could hear better. She heard the soft hum of the refrigerator and the click of the AC turning on.

She walked around the room on light steps. Stopping at the front door, she peered through the peephole. Nothing. Straining to hear, she moved to the front cabin window and looked into the dark wooded night.
Nada
. Going to the window by the couch, she hesitated. Sudden apprehension filled her.

God she hated being alone like this. The forest noises always played tricks on her. Still, she went to the last window. The night was black outside. The trees thick and so close to each other they didn’t leave much room to see anything but a mesh of brown and green.

Her breath froze in her lungs. A very masculine scent wafted around her. It stunned her even as it stirred her blood.

Sarina grabbed the window and jerked it up.

“What the hell are you doing?” Gasping, Sarina looked into a pair of eyes as green as the leaves in summer. He was gorgeous. Absolutely feral. Hair the color of a raven’s feather settled and curled in a wave on his shoulders. She sniffed and smelled the lykaen in him. The unusual scent had a power to it that raised her temperature twenty degrees.

“Explain yourself now.”

Vane faced her as if he hadn’t just been jerking off. His eyes drifted down her body to land on her bare breasts. His nostrils flared. She was even more beautiful up close. Her vanilla scent was unlike anything he’d ever smelled.

"Oh!” Her hand flew to cover her naked breasts. Blushing, she looked up to meet his gaze again. His eyes were intense, but it was his body that kept distracting her. A sweat soaked shirt clung to hard round shoulders that tapered down to a hard, flat abdomen and a pair of thick powerful thighs.