Breeding Cycle(5)

By: T.A. Grey

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.

“Who are you?” His voice was a deep rolling tenor. Sarina’s cheeks burning hotter. Something in the way he looked at her was possessive, feral.

“I’m,” she hesitated, wondering how much she should tell him. Lykaens rarely hurt women; to do so was a great shame on the man and his family. Even still, her father had made a point to keep males away from her. All for a good purpose though—to ensure good breeding. A normal life wasn’t in the cards for someone like her. All she had were her darkest dreams where Jacob and Jackson pleasured her endlessly. Shaking her head, she finished, “Sarina. My name is Sarina.”

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