The One who changed her life. One might think for the good, although she have to wonder at times. One thing is for certain her life just got a whole lot better!
His name is Rallan.
Six foot-four of solid gorgeous male! Thick blue-black hair, icy cold brilliant baby blue eyes, and a wicked smile that can make a dead woman lust after him. His dark skin contrasts sexily against his even white teeth, making me want him even more. He is what she christens the all American male.
And he’s all mine!
Of course, she met him when she least expected to find my mate. After all these years of searching, pinning and waiting closed to an end. Usually she fell for the emotionally detached after a good hard fuck and the guy can’t wait to leave her. Or the classic bad-boy that really is an overgrown mama’s boy.
Her luck has finally changed for the better. They were going to some club on the south side of town. The Red Room. She never heard of it before, but she’ll try almost anything once. Rallan had sent her a bitchin’ little back Goth outfit she hesitated about wearing it. The black skirt barely covered the top of her thighs and an indecent inch over her ass. The top was something a Harem girl might wear; a black sheer form fitting chemise leaving my midriff bare. Her winking diamond belly ring sparkled like white fire, drawing the eye.
Rallan adored her belly ring often telling her it was one of her sexiest charms. He always made a point to lick it on his way down to my aching hot pussy. Just thinking about it had her womb clutching in greedy hunger, and my pussy weeping for satisfaction.
“Oh shite!” Looking at the clock, she cringed at the time. Nothing new there, just running ten minutes late. Fortunately, Rallan knew that about her. She was glad to be already dressed and the finishing the touch was the some-fuck-me black leather heeled boots. Those were also sent over with the new outfit. It seemed Rallan thought of every little thing. He even picked out a white sheer thong for me to wear tonight.
The loud rumbling of a Harley had her thighs clenching in anticipation one of the rides she was going to get this evening. Well, a female can hope. Running out the front door, her eyes greedily ate him up.
Rallan guided his bad boy bike to the curb where she eagerly awaited him, kicking the stand and with a flick of his wrist the loud machine’s engine purred to an abrupt stop. His glacial blue eyes raked her from head to foot, licking his bottom lip before his eyes scrutinized my tits. She could feel my nipples pebble to aching awareness, wanting his clever mouth to suckle her to climax. He had done it before. He dismounted from the bike in a lazy shift of his lean long legs.
Hot liquid heat gushed from her pussy dampening her thong and the tops of her thighs. Gods, how she wanted to mount him, but she had to wait. The waiting made the mating better! Also it made her ache more for his pounding cock fucking her.
“Are you ready, baby?” His deep voice rumbled, much like his reverberating bike had and her hunger whipped higher through me.
“Damn, but I could fuck you right here where your neighbors could see us. My cock is so hard I could pound nails thorough wood. Would you let me fuck you, baby, right here?”
Her nipples pearled stiffly against the sheer chemise, begging for his ravenous hot mouth, teeth and rough tongue. Looking around, she saw no one about, but that didn’t mean people weren’t watching. The thought of someone spy on me getting fucked had a slight taboo that drew her. Other people would get off as she did if she let Rallan hump me out in the open. Delicious shivers scoured my body just imaging it. Another spurt of lust slammed hard into her and she gasped harshly.
“Y-yes…” she all but whimpered eager for anything he wanted to give her. Greedy, little thing she was wanted it all.
“Such pretty tits and lovely nipples, baby. Come give us a kiss.” His crooning demand had her impatiently crossing the distance between them. Her four inch heels left the ground as she reached up for him. There was something wildly dark inside of her to crave his dominance. Never had she ever been so attracted to such a powerful male before. What made him so different then? Oh, she had handsome lovers before though there was a quality of danger Rallan possessed she craved. Usually, the men she draws to are nothing but sex-craved, wham-bam (I’m outta here) ma’am!
His hard lips softened against hers, opening for her starved-tasted tongue for his unique flavor! Oh stars, his essence nearly had her cuming. Rubbing her pussy over his stiff as steel cock, she wept for relief.
“We can go upstairs for a quickie.” She tantalized him breaking from their kiss and began to drag him back to her place.
“I have the night all planned, honey. Trust me.” He tugged her back to his sweet ride before he mounted the magnificent machine. With a pointed look at her, she joined him on the backseat after she put on the extra helmet he had on his bike. At least she gets to tease him on the way to his club. Her sensitive breasts stroked his board masculine back while her arms linked around his waist. Her fingers danced close to his straining penis before she slipped inside his pants.
The dewy scent of his arousal drove her crazy. Her hips ground against his brick hard ass, trying to ease her need ~ just a little. And the loud vibrations of the Harley pulsate over her clit each time she rocked away from Rallan’s ass. It was like riding a giant vibrator with no off switch. How the hell is she going to survive until his cock was buried deep in her pussy!
Her fingers traced gently over his damp head drawing the precum around the smooth crown. One hand curved tightly around the veined staff pumping him slowly, loving to hear him growl and groan. There was nothing like the essence of Rallan’s throbbing desire to light up her life. A little payback for the teasing he gave her back at her place. Didn’t want to fuck me when he had the chance? A little teasing never hurt anyone.
Rallan bit back a groan when he first felt Samantha’s hands go down his pants. Ah, so she wants to play. Just wait until I get her to my club. Then as she pumped his aching dick with long twisting motions that he nearly crashed his bike. Damn, that woman knew what to do to make him want to pound on his chest and tell every male she was his! Reluctantly she pulled away from his throbbing cock when they got closer to the parking lot.
The Red Room building looked like any might club in the area except there wasn’t a long line to get in. How strange. A club with no line at all…she guess that should have been her first clue. Perhaps this was a sign that she was in way over her head. “Um, Rallan …” she purred into the mic in the helmet, uncertain all of a sudden.
Rallan quickly parked and grabbed his leather saddlebags from the back of the bike. Holding his hand out to Samantha, he waited for her to decide. “Trust me, baby, I won’t allow anything to hurt you.”
Taking a deep calming breath for her jumpy nerves, her trembling hand reached for his. This was way out of her comfort zone, but she also felt strangely free. The feel of his leather hand closing over hers sent shivers of arousal coursing through her. Her wet cunt clenched demandingly, wanting this man to fuck my brains out.
“Hey Ral, what do we have here?” A wickedly magnificent man with blond hair and green eyes drawled lazily, leaning against the front doors of the club. Goodness, but the men her man knew sure knew how to keep themselves in shape and style.
“She’s mine, Archen.” Rallan snarled arrogantly, his free hand curved on her ass possessively. “Step off, man.”
“Aw, c’mon pal, what happened to sharing the pleasure of a beautiful woman?” Archen folded his arms across his massive chest, a dark brow arched mockingly at his friend. They shared women for a long time now and he didn’t want to miss out on the woman before him. He didn’t know Rallan not to share his woman with another man.
“Find your own woman, Arch. I won’t share what’s mine with you or anyone.”
Sharing? What the bleeding hell did she get herself into this time? Archen was like a golden god to where her Rallan was more of a powerful fallen angel. Their auras were similar, but vastly different. It was the first time she ever saw those swirling colors usually it was just a faint single shade outlying a person. “Are you two brothers?” For some reason she wanted both men’s cocks buried deep in her body. Wow! Okay, that’s a first for her. Never before had she wanted to fuck two men at once. Wait…that wasn’t her fantasying. That was…Archen!
“In certain ways we are, honey.” Archen drawled softly, racking his sinful eyes down her little horny body. His hidden message was at a loss for her as she looked from him to Rallan for further clarification.
“Back.The. Fuck off, Archen. I’ll not tell you again.” The cold meanness chirped those words like bullets of ice. Then she was shoved behind Rallan’s board back as the men glared at each other. Each was looking for a weakness when she decided that was enough.
“Where the hell d’ya think you’re going?” Rallan grabbed her hand bringing back to his side. There was no way in fucking hell he was going to let her leave him tonight or any other night. This was a special night and he damned well wouldn’t let it go all the hell because his friend was being an ass.
“I’m done,” frowning at both men, she tugged to free her hand. “If you want to whip out your cocks, I’ll judge who has the biggest dick. Once that’s done I’m getting a ride home and you can go fuck yourselves blind.”
“Tisk, tisk, such a mouth, Ral.” Archen drawled lazily, but his cock stirred with interest. Was she as wild and hot in bed as she out of it? “I like it.” He winked at her though his eyes remained warily on Rallan. He heard of males going ape shite over their mates but luckily he never experienced it. And he intended to keep it that way for as long he could. There were too many females to in the world he wanted to fuck, and there was absolutely no way he was going to get caught up in a mated couple. He just like to twick mated males because it amused him to watch the fireworks.
“Like hell I’ll allow any man to ride your sweet hot pussy, baby. That’s mine.” Rallan smiled wickedly tightening his hold on her hand, not about to let his female leave him. So. Not. Going. To. Fucking. Happen! Ever. His eyes narrowed on her as she tried to yank her arm away from him. He didn’t like that.
“Like hell it is!” She hissed angrily, finally gaining her freedom and turned around to hail a taxi. The next thing she knew the world tilted crazily and her bare belly contacted with a hard strong shoulder. There she hung like a sac of grain over his rippling shoulder as we entered the club. The cool air swathed them like welcoming arms from the humid heat outside.
“Hey, put me down, Rallan! I’m serious!”
A solid slap to her ass stole my breath because, dammit, it stoked the banked lust in her to a ragging bonfire. And to top it off, she wanted him to spank me until she came, which was totally ridiculous since there was no way that was going to happen. It never had before with one of her lovers tried it on me.
“All in good time, baby.” He purred softly, nodding to another bouncer just inside the club. She didn’t really hear him but felt the word rumble out from him, knocking up her keen itch another notch. Why was she so turned on by all this He-Man shit? Her femininity side should be appalled, but in reality it was like she couldn’t get enough. What was it about this male?
“Nice catch of the day, Ral.” Ziven’s thick Russian accent peppered each word. A slight curve his hard lips taking his fill of the view she had no doubt of it. “Enjoy, my friend!”
“Why you—!” Grasping with outrage at their masculine humor, she got another hard tap on her ass. Her womb clenched demandingly liking very much the rougher treatment, and insisted to have his thick cock planted there. For fuck’s sake, how lust crazy is she to want a man like Rallan to dominate me?
“I’m not your toy, Rallan so stop treating me like one!”
“You’re so right, baby. However, you are my female and I keep what’s mine. Anyways, I can smell your sweet honey need and my cock can’t wait until we’re buried deep in your tight hot pussy.” He paused to uncode his private chambers inside the Red Room. And recoded the heavy door with a sharp command in a language she didn’t understand. Once she was on my feet, she kept a good distance between us. Watching him warily, she sensed something very powerful she never felt before—with or without Rallan. Her Wiccan senses were screaming at her to get…the…fuck out! This male was so much more than a human and much more powerful than a warlock.
“What are you?” A breathy little whisper escaped her tight throat as she vainly tried to get a lock on him. There was no aura she could see on him nor could she sense anything evil from him. Whatever she felt suddenly calmed the brewing storm within her and she glared hotly at him.
“I’m your male, Samantha. I’ve been waiting… quite a while to have you again.” He threw his saddlebags on the wide bed that took up most of the room. They bounced a few time before they laid fornly on their side.
Wow—warning—warning, Sami girl. This male had totally lost it. Get out of here, now.
“I wouldn’t even try it.” Those ominous words growled deep in his throat as he watched me like a predator studying his prey. The inner locks clicked loudly into place even though we both were standing in the middle of the room. “Do not be afraid.”
“I’m not,” okay a lie but she felt better for it. “I’m getting mad at you and if you don’t unlock that door, and let me out something’s bad will happen.” She could feel my power charging protectively around her like a cocoon keeping his damned control away from me.
“You cannot hurt me, lura.” He circled around me like a hungry wary animal. “It’s been a time since we last met.”
“What are you talking about? We saw each other last night.” The tiny fine hairs on her nape rose warningly like that saying someone walked over your grave. “I’m not who you think I am, Rallan. Please let me go.”
“You were taken from me once, baby, and I’ll be damned id I let you leave me this time!” He snarled angrily coming to a dead stop in front of her. He began to strip his leather coat and his fine silk black shirt. His golden chest was bare and his flat male nipples were hard discs, waiting to be suckled by my watering mouth. The light trail of dark hair arrowed down from his rippling abdomen disappearing at the waist of his pants.
“Really, Rallan bad things tend to happen when I get mad. Please I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if you’re hard-headed enough to keep me here against my will.” A shrill shot of reckless wildness rose from low in her core when he raised a mocking brow at her. The last time she lost my temper she nearly killed a person and thank you very much she don’t want to relive that again.
“The only hard head I have is my cock, baby. And it’s all yours.”
A sudden coldness circled around the lavish almost decant chamber chilling her but not her gathering tantrum. That was strange since there are no windows or opened doors. The air ducts couldn’t produce such a bone chilling numbness. And it seemed to be coming from… Rallan? Oh, shite. Oh shite. Oh shite. Oh shite. Oh shite.
Samantha knew his body better than she did my own, but she hadn’t felt this coldness from him that she do now. Could it really be from him or was her overactive mind making it up? Oh my. Great Sami, what did you manage to get yourself into this time?
All she knew at this point was she was about to get jacked. And get her brains fucked out by Rallan if the thick erection from his bulging pants had anything to do about it. The hot gleam in his darkening eyes had her body jumping from lust to overwhelming craving. Meaning if she didn’t have his long thick cock in her pussy (or mouth), she’d die. Great Mother Wiccan save her! In two leaps she was in his arms with hers wrapped around his muscular neck.
“This doesn’t change anything,” She breathed against his lips as she took what she wanted from him. Oh hot damn! The rich flavor of his taste was almost painful to her hyped senses to handle. Her puckered nipples brushed against his bare chest, trying to satisfy their aching needs. But it wasn’t enough! Not nearly enough. More! She needed to have more.
Rallan pulled back from her with a wicked intent to teach me a lesson, no doubt. The bastard! However at this point, all I wanted was that staggering hot organism he promised her. “Of course, this doesn’t change anything, baby, because you’re mine. Mine to protect, mine to pleasure the hell outta you, and mine fuck any way I want…even that tight little ass. I bet no man’s been there before, huh?” He slapped her ass again proving she wanted all he had to give to her. “And Samantha, only mine to fuck. You belong to me. I’ll kill any male stupid enough to sniff around you.” The dark vows in his rumbling voice nearly had her coming, and he knew it by the mocking curve of his sensuous lips.
Although, on some level she should have been leery of what he really meant. Men of today just didn’t say things like that to women. Perhaps a few centuries ago it was the way of the world, but not now.
Stars, to have those lips, straight white teeth, and rough tongue devouring her weeping cunt would be the death of her. But she desperately wanted that sweet painful death. Oh shite, what was wrong with me! By no means, had she ever felt like this! She simply lost control of her own body and hormones.
“Don’t worry, baby. Your body knows who it belongs too as does mine. Now do you want to get on your knees and suck my cock or do you want me feasting that sweet honeypot creaming for me? Either works for me.”
“Ah, such a gentleman to let me choose, huh?” Her legs could hardly support her weight as she listened to him outline my options.
“We’ll both get what we want make no mistake. However, now I think about it I want to taste what belongs to me.” Suddenly he was on his knees, shoving up her leather skirt to her waist and out of his way. He growled approvingly at the innocent white lacy thong he ripped from my hips and stuffed in his back pocket.
The cool air raced teasingly over her bare glistening nether lips. Shuddering helplessly, she waited for his next strike of attack. Decadent moisture coated her cunt spilling down her trembling thighs, and Rallan’s fiery tongue licking her cream from my smooth skin.
“Rallan, oh Gods! I-I don’t understand what’s happening to me!” She stuttered mindlessly losing her will to leave the room and this man. Usually, once she wanted something a force inside of her burned with power until she had whatever she desired. It was like Rallan knew all about it and somehow controlled it. Controlled her. Oh fuck a duck!
“What are you?”
“Baby, I’m your other half. Its past time you admitted it. Tonight before we leave this room, you’ll be screaming the male you belong too.” His fingers spread apart her labia, opening me for his treat.
Her womb constricted in need as his words poured into her feverish pussy chasing away the coolness of the room. Her tits swelled for his suckling mouth, the sharp nibbling of his strong teeth. Just the thought of it suspended her ragged breath as she impatiently waited for his possession. Somehow, she knew this would happen and after tonight there was no going back.
Would he lick her dry or suckle her pouty nipples? Too bad he didn’t have two mouths or possibly another man like—Archen. Naw, there wasn’t a second man like Rallan and only he could satisfy this gnawing hunger inside of her. Furthermore, what was she doing even thinking about Archen’s cock riding her ass while Rallan filled her cunt!
“Tell me what you want, baby.”
“Suck my tits and finger-fuck me! Oh Gods, I need to come!” Shocked at the words torn from her throat, she was powerless to stop them. What a slut she had become—addicted to this male’s loving. By the looks of his heavy erection, he was turned on even more by her dirty talking than she was. Thank the Wiccan!
Without a word he rose to his feet, clamping his ravenous mouth on her aching nipple, so aroused for his attention as he slowly inserted a long thick finger into her wet slit between her trembling thighs. His fervent tongue rasped cruelly over her pink puckered areola. The invisible line linking her tit to her clit tugged painfully and more cream wetted his slowly thrusting finger. Soon anther joined spreading her labia farther, rubbing her sensitive nerves. Her harden little nubbin pulsated, burning for a hard fuck from this man.
“Come for me, lura." His harsh command was all it took for her to fling herself over the edge and into his sweet keeping. Where she belonged. Waves of extreme pleasure crashed over her—lifting her higher and higher, soaring to the Heavens. Strong pulses of ecstasy shook her from head to toes. Her thighs clamped down brutally on his hand, trying to trap him there as her tight channel milked his thrusting fingers—craving his hot seed to jet into her aching womb. Her trembling legs gave way under her, but she knew Rallan wouldn’t let her fall. Oh no, he scooped her high against his heaving chest carrying her to the mammoth bed that beckoned us to partake in a restful sleep. However, her needs rose greatly and instantly when he laid her on her belly dragging her to her hand and knees before him. Her bare ass stuck up high into the air waiting for his heavy cock to fill her.
Oh Gods, how she needed it!
His large hand cracked loudly against the cheek of her ass, the erotic stink had her panting for him. Rubbing the flared head of his penis between her flaming slit, he teasingly mingled their scents together. The coolness of the room quickly changed to liquid heat surrounding them.
“I’m going to ride your tight little pussy hard, baby. Are you ready or should I play a bit more?” He groaned when she pushed back against him, wanting him deeper inside of her. “Tsk, tsk. Just tell me who you belong too and I’ll give you all the pleasure your hot body can take. Just say my name.”
“You, dammit! I. Belong. To. You. Rallan!” She screamed as loud as her panting lungs would allow, which wasn’t much because she was on the verge of a major organism. Gods, wouldn’t he just fuck me? She admitted to him belonging to him…what more did he want from her? Only her body, heart, mind and soul. The complete package.
Finally, his stiff cock slowly breached her slick slot inch by incredible inch—painfully stretching her narrow inner walls until she thought she was going to split. It was beyond ecstasy and pain. This was something she never felt before. It was like his soul reached out for her, wanting to merge together. “By Wiccan’s scared robes, what are you doing to me?”
“Easy, now. Trust me, Samantha.” His low growl of intense pleasure rumbled from behind her. Then he began top chant in the same eerie language he used to secure the chamber’s door. The fine hairs on her body rose feeling his formidable magick reach out to me. Slender golden rays curled around her then through her skin wrapping snuggly into her deepest core…just like Rallan’s wide cock buried balls deep in her constricting channel. The harder and faster he rode me the more intense the bands drew us closer together. At the last possible moment he dragged her back against his him, his hand possessively cupped her tits as he sank his balls deep into her one last time. Holding her there like that, his lips claimed hers devouring me with the sweep of his tongue. The masculine taste of him flooded her until her only thought was to milk his invading cock as hard as she could.
Rallan felt Samantha’s inner muscles fasten like a vise, milking his throbbing penis that was about to spew his seed. His balls pulled up and tight against the base of his shaft warning him he had perhaps one or two thrusts left. A low purr huskily roared from deep in his chest when with one last shove fiery hot jets of thick come shot from the tip of his cock and straight into his mate’s greedy womb—flooding her richly.
They collapsed together on their sides, sweat slicked them as their hearts thundered furiously. He could feel her hard convulsions still wringing him minutes later. The pride he felt for his female filled him with wonder and the heady arrogance he could make her shudder in sated bliss beneath him.
A loud pounding raddled the door, the hinges magically enforced kept the intruder to stay on the other side of the door.
“Rallan! Ziv’s lost it, man. Get your ass out here and settle him down.” Archen spat angrily because the Rager was destroying the place and making things very uncomfortable for the other patrons.
“Aww, hell! Sorry, baby. I’ll be right back I really need to deal with this.” Before he decided to kill an innocent. A lingering kiss on her swollen lips and he was gone. However, not before he locked her inside. Again. Though, this time she was too sated to care over much.
“What the hell’s going on, Arch?” Rallan snapped irritably, pissed to be interrupted snuggling with his mate’s soft plaint body. They rushed to the main room where they could heat screams, curses and one hell-of-a fight.
“For some reason Rad decided to visit us looking for Ziv about something. They talked a bit then next thing I knew Ziv was all over Rad. When they didn’t cool it I got you. I wasn’t about to get my pretty face bruised and abused. How would I get any females then?” Archen could have taken care of the fighting men but he rather have Rallan do it. Especially since he was with his female. It amused him to hassle a mated male and rarely did was there anything else better than to watch a male please his female when she was in a snit.
Ziven and Rad—known as Rad—were tearing up the place all right. Broken tables, chairs and glass littered all over the floor and bar. A big fucking mess, no surprise there. When Ziven turned Rager nothing could stop the male. Luckily, Archen and the bouncers had most of the human clientele out of the large meeting room where clients enjoyed the lavish comforts of a high-price gentleman’s club. Anything the punter wanted he got as long as it was consensual.
“What the hell!! Ziven let him go, now.” Rallan commanded sharply hoping his friend wouldn’t kill the other male. When Ziven was going to pounce on Rad again, the bouncers grabbed Ziven’s thick arms pulling him back.
Radian spat blood from his mouth glaring at the intruders of this dance. He had gotten a few solid knocks on the Rager before Ziven stopped playing. He was one mean son-of-a-bitch. There was no way in Hell he was going to let Ziven have Nixie. He’d known that female since she was an orphan child alone on the streets easy prey for anyone, and brought her to his sister to rise. It took years to learn what happened to her people, earning her trust when she had little. She was a quiet female who loves book so much she went to college to be a librarian. A male like Ziven would scorn a female like Nixie. Nixie afraid of her own shadow and a male like Ziven would scare her to death.
“Would one of you care to explain what the fuck is going on?” Rallan, a born natural leader, wanted to know, one brow rose curiously. It had been a long time since he witness Ziven’s lost of control. The sight of it wasn’t something a male could forget…had trouble to forget.
“He raped a female under my protection! I demand his head.” Rad sprang to his feet but managed, barely keeping his temper in check. The smug bastard howled viscously wanting Rad’s blood. All the males in the room instantly stilled looking at Ziven wondering if what Radian accused of him was true. A crime like that was punishable by death. A slow violent death. It didn’t matter what race the female was rape was not a transgression anyone escaped.
“Is that true, Ziv? Did you rape his female?” The softly spoken question cut through Ziven’s rage somewhat. There was no way to save the life of his friend, Rallan thought, if this was true.
“Not his female. MINE!” Ziven’s hoarse voice forced its way through his tight throat glaring murderously at Radian. Ziven had no idea why Nix would cry rape after they fucked. That’s what it was a mindless riding of two halves to one whole. Of course he didn’t quite remember all that happened once he saw Nix. She was not his taste in a female but there was something about her that drew him to her. “Didn’t rape her, Ral. He’s a fucking lair and if she told him different than she’s one too.”
“Watch what you say about Nixie, you damned animal!” Radian lunged for Ziven but Archen forced him back believing Ziven’s word. He never heard of Ziven lying to anyone about something so serious. He was too pissed off at the moment do anything but lash out. “I saw her bruises and the blood from your attack!”
“Did she tell you I raped her or are you just assuming I did?” Even though Ziven was furious he shock off the bouncers but controlled himself. When Radian first came to him about Nix he thought she was killed and he wanted t hurt someone then Radian blamed him for Nix’s condition, he wanted to gut the lying bastard. He might be a lot of terrible things but taking a female against her will wasn’t one of them.
“She didn’t have too! You scared her too badly for her to even speak of it.”
“So, you came over here to teach this animal a lesson, huh? Aww, I’m touched. Unless she backs your claim leave me alone. Nix is not a female worth my time.”
A startled soft gasp behind him drew his attention and inwardly he cursed seeing Nixie trembling before the big bad animal. Her soft velvet brown eyes shined with tears, her lips quavered just slightly but she forced the tears back and bit her bottom lip. “I-I came here to stop Radian from coming here. Guess I was late, huh? Ziven didn’t force me, Rad.” Those five little words so gently spoken nearly broke his heart. It took a lot of courage for her to come here admit the truth in front of some many males. All she wanted to do was turn and ran away. Hopefully after this she wouldn’t impose herself on Ziven again. She did have some pride, by the Gods!
Radian rushed to her side his arms wrapped protectively around her shoulders, his body chasing away her chills. The deadly gleam in Ziven’s silvery-gray eyes made her want to vomit her dread and nerves. Why would he care who held her as long as he didn’t have too?
“I want to leave now.”
“She’s not going anywhere with that motherfucker. She stays here.” Ziven snarled dangerously eyeballing the male that held her. Just the thought of any male touching her had his hackles rising. He didn’t even think about another man fucking that sweet lush body. That solely belonged to him.
“I-I don’t c-care what you say, Mr. Ziven. Pl-please don’t follow me. I-I’ll make sure to remove my distasteful self from your place.” With a regal incline of her head, she swept out of the room like a damned Queen and Radian, with one last warning glare at Ziven, followed her.
“Run while you can, ducky.” Ziven taunted after her willing to give her a lead before he corralled her back to his bed…where she belonged. He stalked to his private rooms to brood leaving the males to stare at each other.
“Does someone want to clue in me on what fucked up shit just hit the fan?” Archen asked not believing what he saw. Ziven backed down to a female. Oh shite, that was just wrong. And on some many levels.
“It looks like Ziven has a fight on his hands when he claims his mate. Speaking of mates, I have mine waiting for me.” Rallan laughed at the pained looked Archen shot him on his way out. “Don’t worry Archen, your mate is out there somewhere…”
“Don’t I know it.” And dreaded the fuck outta it. What male in his prime wanted to settle down with one female when there were so many fine ones he had yet fuck?
Rallan was quick to return to his mate, wondering how she would take the news that they were now a unit. He knew she was born in an age that the male didn’t own the female or bow down to her master. He was of an old era, centuries older than Samantha, where males were free to behave as males were born too, not this pasty shite where the male grovels for his female’s favors. They’ll just need to learn along the way. Since he was unwilling to let her leave him, he hoped he could compromise with her or a hard life they were going to have.
The doors unlocked at his silent command keeping his treasure safe from his enemies. Opening the door, he frowned into the deep darkness, knowing he left the lights on when he left. Perhaps, Samantha needed them off in order to sleep. It took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust and what he saw made the blood in his veins freeze.
“Sami?” Willing all the lights on in the room, he desperately tried to feel her essence but it was gone. He was alone in the room. Where the hell is she? She couldn’t have gotten out of this room without him knowing about it. The locks on the door were secure and he would have known if they were tampered with.
Gods, she was too close to her needing to be somewhere he was not. In that condition, anything could have. Her lush body would crave sex with a male and if he wasn’t there to provide for her that was going to get the male killed. Slowly and painfully. Sharp wicked claws surged through his fingers as his fangs lengthened dangerously, hungry for the blood of the male who foolishly took his mate. His skin cooled rapidly, turning a marble multiple shades of white and dark cerulean. His vision darkened to a deep crimson, seeing what took place while he was gone. He saw Samantha asleep on their bed, peaceful and serene.
Then she bolted upright, her head cocked slightly like she was listening to something he couldn’t hear. Tossing the blankets aside, she stood naked for a few glorious naked for a few moments before she waved her hand down her body, weaving a white cotton tee shirt, a pair of hip hugging faded blue genes and white tennis shoes. Her dark green eyes didn’t look right. The fevered glimmer in them didn’t show Sami, but perhaps another facet of her. Whatever it was he didn’t like it and his hackles rose as she willed the warded sealed door to open. She shouldn’t have been able to unlock his safeguards so easily. These were ancient spells he used since boyhood. Although, he hadn’t thought to lock her in just to keep everyone else out. Not a mistake he’ll make again. Next time he’ll simply tie her to their bed! At least then he would know where to find her.
Rallan snarled watching Sami walk out of the door without a backwards glance. Damn, of he wasn’t going to spank her ass a pretty rosy red for leaving him! After she left the room, he lost track of her though that wouldn’t stop him. He would find her and bring her back where she belonged—with him.
“Ral, hey man! Everything okay here?” Archen asked behind the dark breed demon. He had felt the stubble change when a human shifted to demonic form and he was concerned for the female Rallan had with him. Taking a curious look around the dim chamber, he didn’t see her. Could Rallan have possibly killed her, but if he had where was her body?
“Fookin’ great, Arch! Only my female somehow left a secured room of an ancient demon without my fucking knowledge. How is that for things going, huh? Either help or get the fuck out!” Rallan snarled, his white gleaming fangs snapped with a furious hard click. Holy hell, he wanted to tear something apart. What the hell was she thinking leaving him like this? He had underestimated her power when he left her alone. Well he learns from his mistakes and by the Gods she would never think to leave him again. This was a dangerous time for mates not to be together because the female usually goes straight into heat, wanting to assuage her sexual appetite any way she can. That left the male in a killing frustrated rage since his needs isn’t being meets by his female. Oh, you gotta love the Gods for cursing the males of his race to be tied to one fertile female in his lifetime. No other woman would do…actually he would lose the need to mate should he try to bed another female.
“Aw, shite! I’ll get the others.” Archen shifted, all laziness gone from his demeanor. He only hoped to the Goddess they found the female before Rallan killed someone. The rage coming off that male was enough to make him warily of him and it took a lot for him to feel any kind of dread. Rounding up the others in their club might not be as easy as he hoped if the males were screwing. Heading for the stairs, he met Ziven and Maddox on his way up.
“What the fuck, Arch? Didn’t you have enough fun for one night? We barely got out of having the cops called here because of lovable Z here.” Maddox, the resident bad boy, flashed his trademark nasty grin, full of pearly white fanged teeth. He heard what happened once he walked the front doors.
“Blister it, Madman.” Ziven growled sourly, still reeling from his feelings about Nixie and the insane notion she thought he didn’t want her. If Radian wasn’t there when she came he would have shown her how wrong she was. He’d make the time for them as soon as he made sure Rallan was fine. Then all bets were off, even if he had to fight Radian for Nixie.
“Ral’s female is MIA.”
“Her name is Sami,” Rallan groused sharply, glaring at Archen as he bounded from below stairs where the private suites were located, desperate for her.
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