Kings and Sirens (The Blood Falls Book 2)

Atsila

All I wanted was my female and nothing else. Just Leena, me, and my cabin. But she was a stubborn female who refused to hear me. I didn’t hate her. I didn’t blame her. All I did want was her comfort.

In my bed.

Repeatedly.

Instead she ran away to the mountains and her Wrens, leaving me alone. Very, very alone. My body vibrated with the need to find her, but I had to respect her wishes. Besides, we had work to do to prepare for the Salishan to reappear. With the help of the Wrens we were able to distribute an alert system to every Heida den. If and when the Salishan crossed the Line we’d all know.

I glared at the infernal piece of technology connected to a private Wren satellite in space. Instead of Leena I had that. I now regretted every moment I resisted her. If she felt half of what I felt now, my stubbornness must have been torture. So much time wasted. Instead of our handful of nights, we could have had dozens. I comforted myself by replaying the vivid memories of each one.

The archives.

The bench.

The shower.

The hammock.

That last night in my bed…

I hardened all over again. That’s how potent the memories felt. As if she were here with me, as if I could smell her.

Luckily my Queen and King needed me. I wasn’t alone much. Instead I consulted with Hex on security and battle strategy. I spent long hours speaking with Lyla about the outsiders and what I saw at the House of Axl. The distractions were welcome.

Because otherwise I was left like this. Hard and alone.

The memory I kept returning to most was the bench. She made me see myself as my bear half. It was a fascinating and wild experience to be samhain and fully in control of myself, but also be able to enjoy that extra feeling of power and size that my inner bear took so much pride in.

Plus it tapped into my most basic instinct to mate with a female much smaller than me. That she toyed with that imagery so often pleased me very much. Even the impossibilities. When she made herself appear so tiny that she could sit on my hand, that I was a giant to this little pixie, teasing and toying with her. I dreamt of that experience as well.

Both memories were good, but the bench was my favorite. I took myself in hand. Again. In my mind I was there, balls deep in Leena’s hot pussy, a little samhain female taking my bear cock. It had been a trick of the mind, of course. I was just as samhain as she was in those moments. But giving myself over to the roleplay, seeing her enjoy it just as much, was incredible.

The next time she was near I would convince her to come back with me. To stay with me. I’d let her—no beg her—to play all her mind tricks on me. Whatever she wanted.

But especially that.

Without her here, calling to my body, nothing special happened. My dick never thickened or lengthened, giving me that extra level of sizzling pleasure. It was just my hand and my very normal erection.

I’d give just about anything to feel her take all of me, filled up full, jammed full. For those few minutes before her body responded in kind, I felt a special kind of euphoria. But then she would, every time. No matter how thick and heavy I grew, she matched me, drove us higher and higher to a place that seemed impossible. To a different level of the Plane no one had ever known but us.

My hand flew down my length now, easily able to fist myself, desperately attempting to make it feel like Leena’s mouth or hand or cunt. It didn’t really work but it was all I had. I was at the part of the memory where I was pounding her hard and fast, like the wild animal I kept tamed inside me.

She loved it. I could still hear her, feel her. Leena wanted a beast and she got it, even if it was a combination of mind tricks and reality.

I came with a roar, spilling my seed everywhere. It had only gotten worse since she left. I should be empty. Spent. But instead there was more. A result of our mating and bonding. Fate. Destiny.

She refused to acknowledge it, but she was mine. And as such, my body’s natural instinct was to come inside her. Practice for the day she became fertile and we fell into the mating frenzy. For now it would give her a sense of pleasure, like a good shot of whiskey. But one day…it would begin our family.

I had just finished cleaning up when a knock came to my door. I reached out, feeling the presence of my brothers.

“What’s wrong?” Every bear was in their dens for the winter. We would only come together again if there was danger or for the winter solstice.

Klah dropped a heavy hand on my shoulder and grinned. “Nothing much. Thanks for inviting us in.” Then he pushed past me and went right for the beer.

Kuruk at least shook my hand. “We have news. Don’t worry, it’s both good and bad.”

I grunted and let him inside. We shared a toast and a drink before getting down to business. “So what brings you to my door?”

Kuruk glanced to Klah before responding. “A scout just returned.”

My ears perked and my adrenaline spiked. Ever since the salishan disappeared we’d been sending scouts across the Line. We didn’t risk any more parties that included the Wrens or Gatlins, but we kept up our usual routines. “They’ve found them?”

Kuruk nodded. “They scented them damn near two hundred miles north. Visually she was only able to confirm two, but they are alive.”

“Where did they go?”

Klah shook his head. “Disappeared. The male half of the team was only able to track them for five or six miles. Then they vanished. The scouts waited five days before returning home.”

A sighting was more than we’d had in months. “Hex has a plan?”

Both males nodded. “Take a full hunting party out to the place they were spotted. He wants you to lead it.”

I pounded my fist on the table, threw back the rest of my beer, and roared. “Finally! Some action!”

My brothers joined my celebration. Klah refilled my mug. “There’s just one other thing he wants before we head north.”

“Oh?” I already had plans flying through my mind. We’d have to consult with Daisy for supplies.

“He wants Leena to go with you.”

I couldn’t stop the feral grin that stretched across my face. My female wouldn’t turn this down. She’d come with us.

Alone. In the freezing tundra of the North. Nowhere to go except into my bed.