Trading Teon (The Beast Masters Series) Read Online Free

low
growl started deep in Garon’s throat. His beast pulsed within him, wanting free
and to attack Lorne. “And she is to be mine.”
    Arching a
brow, Lorne cast an amused glance in Garon’s direction. “Really?”
    Before
seeing the woman near him, Garon would have said no. He liked his freedom. He
liked getting to fuck who he wanted, as often as he wanted. The newcomer
changed things in him. He couldn’t explain it. There was a certain
vulnerability with an edge of hardness there. She would be a fine mate. She’d
bend to him in the bedroom and she’d keep him on his toes out of it was well.
He simply knew this to be true.
    If he
tried to explain it out loud, he’d sound like his father and his grandfather,
with their talk of mates and women destined for them. That was absurd. This
woman would do. He could collar her with ease. She was one he could see himself
burying his cock in and not tiring of it or her. As for loving her… No. He did
not even know her name, let alone have a stirring of love for her. She excited
his cock and caught the wolf’s attention. No more. No less.
    So why was
he so on edge with the knowledge she’d drawn Lorne’s attention as well? He
glared at his longtime friend. “Take yourself from here and find a woman of
your own to collar. This one is taken.”
    Lorne
simply smiled as he leaned closer. “Why? We have shared many whores. Why not
this one?”
    Garon
shoved Lorne and snapped his jaws at him. The Ralenium men were well aware of how they were viewed by other races
and worlds. Most frowned on the orgies they were famed for. They were free with
their sexuality and had no qualms about partaking in the act publically with
either   the opposite sex or the same. In
fact, quite often they would have festivals devoted to the very thing. Mated
pairs would arrive and join in the festivities, having sex where all could see,
putting on quite a scene. And the whores would filter in, their sexes for sale
to all who wanted to play publically for the night. It saddened Garon deeply
that in all the universes he’d traveled, and all the worlds he’d been to,
sharing one’s bed with someone of the same sex still held stigma when so many
boasted of progress and enlightenment.
    Earth was
one of the worst offenders. Narrow-minded fools.
    Garon
rolled his eyes. “Lorne, continue and I will beat you senseless.”
    Lorne
licked his lower lip, his gaze drifting down the length of Garon. “You do like
it rough.”
    The tiny
woman near them gasped. Her blue eyes widened as she tilted her head up,
gifting them a full view of her face. Both men made odd noises. She was even
more beautiful than Garon had first thought, with beauty the likes of which
he’d never seen. As he spotted an angry, purple bruise over her right cheek,
the very cheek she’d hidden with her hair, the beast in him rose. His nostrils
flared as he pivoted, glaring at the traders who stood near their ship.
    “Who dared
to touch her?”
    The
traders exchanged worried looks as Lorne moved in quickly, pushing Garon back.
The Ralenium men knew if they dared to attack the traders the shipments of
eligible women would stop. Already the shipments were few and far between. Already the Houses of Pleasure were understaffed and too many men went without sex or a
mate. Already a great number of Ralenium males had been
driven mad with the sickness from The
Heat, said to come from being unable to mate. It was inborn in them—the
driving need to bond with a woman and to reproduce. They could no more deny it
than to deny the part of them that could shift into a wolf.
    He glared
at the Voxenites traders, infamous for their underhanded ways, and wondered who had harmed the
woman. The men wore containers over their faces, holding a red liquid of sorts.
Garon knew it was a breathing apparatus and that without them, most of the
traders would die. Lorne pushed at him more. “I want them dead as well but this
isn’t the answer. If you continue to show