Trading Teon (The Beast Masters Series) Read Online Free PDF

alpha males. Her mouth went dry and she looked towards
the doorway. Garon stood there, wearing only a wrap as well. He eyed Lorne and
then her.
    “You are
scared,” he stated flatly.
    She was,
but then again, she wasn’t. She was frightened by how excited she was by it all
and by the circumstances surrounding her being on Ralen. Not of the men
themselves.
    He entered
the room more. “Lorne, you frighten her.”
    Lorne
shrugged. “She agreed to our terms. She needs to warm to the idea of being
fucked by us and soon. My cock is hard and wishes for release.”
    Oh, she
was warm to the idea. Damn near bursting into flames.
    Garon
puffed his chest out. “Then gift it release, but not in her. Not yet. I will
not permit her to be taken by anyone when she is frightened.”
    Teon
nearly protested but the look in Garon’s eyes warned against it.
    “And you
are the master here?” Lorne asked, seeming amused.
    “I claim
true collaring rights to her,” Garon said, causing Lorne to gasp. “I shall bond
her to me.”
    “We were
to share,” Lorne protested.
    “We will,”
Garon said evenly. “But in all eyes I will be first husband, you second. It
will be my collar she wears but with both our pendants.”
    Lorne
glanced at her. “You are agreeable to this?”
    She wasn’t
sure what exactly this was. She vaguely remembered learning of some of
Ralen’s customs and what she did recall didn’t help her sort out all the talk
of collaring. She lifted her brows.
    Garon
entered the room more, easing alongside the bed. His nostrils flared as his
gaze swept to her exposed sex. He inhaled and the tiniest hint of a smile
graced his full lips. He shook his head, snapping out of the hold her sex
seemed to have had on him. “Agree to my terms, woman.”
    “My name
is Teon,” she corrected. Every bone in her body screamed to submit to this man.
His sheer presence elicited the response but her mouth had blurted out her name
all the same.
    “You are
who I tell you to be,” he said, a note of a dare hanging there. “Or would you
rather I arrange transport to our sister planet?”
    She
huffed, snapping her legs shut. She fought through the urge to crawl off the
bed and kneel at his feet. She’d submit, but on her own terms. “If you’re going
to be a big giant brute then maybe I do pick death over you.” She couldn’t
believe she’d said it. Worse yet, she meant it. She waited, sure he would carry
out his threat.
    Garon
glanced to Lorne, who simply appeared amused by it all. Loren shrugged. “It
would figure she would have a temper. You picked her.”
    “As did
you,” Garon reminded. He looked to her. “Woman, you push too far.”
    She
squared her shoulders, causing her breasts to stick out more. Both men stared
at them, looking as if they wanted to touch them and fondle them. Lorne
actually made squeezing motions with his hands as he licked his lips.
    “Smell her
cunt?” asked Lorne. “She is ripe. I can smell it all the way over here.”
    She
gasped.
    Garon
rolled his eyes. “I do, but I have no wish to touch her.”
    Offended
but unsure why, Teon sat up more on the bed. “Why not?”
    “Because I
get the sense you would assume it meant more to me than it does,” he stated
factually. “You are a woman. Do you not all believe sex equals love?”
    “How dare
you make a generalization like that!”
    He lifted a
brow. “Then why is it you have not known the touch of a man? Are you not
holding on to your maidenhead for the man you love? I have heard of Earth women
doing this and that is where you hail from, is it not?”
    Okay, she
did and yes, she was originally going to wait for the right man, but that was
beside the point. “I’ll have you know I got caught in a backroom with two men.
I was…” She paused. Her cheeks flamed red.
    Garon
lifted his chin haughtily. “You were what?”
    “Licking
them.” She turned even redder. “Their dicks.”
    Lorne and
Garon shared a look.
    “It would
seem our pick is a wild