Leigh Lora

Barak’s Bargain

Barak’s Bargain

Breeds -11.5

Lora Leigh

“I say we just get medieval on their asses and have done with it. My daddy still has all those swords. And there’s a right beautiful axe that would cleave one in two.” Lady Pam Beaumont whispered with a decidedly bloodthirsty tone to her voice.

Her brown eyes were dark with anger, and a shadow of fear. Her café aulait complexion was flushed with anger though, and the narrowed intent of her gaze could cause nervousness in the strongest man.

Mary knew it could, she had seen it happen.

“I say we just wait them out. Who the bloody hell do they think they are, ordering us in this manner?

Perhapsits no more than a bluff.” Lady Lisa Kensington hissed furiously.

Her deep blue eyes sparkled with her own fury as she flipped back a thick strand of dark brown hair over her shoulder. She was pale though, an indication that she was more worried than she wanted to admit to.

Lady Mary Rhodes watched her dear dearest friends silently as they argued the matter out between them. At this point, she feared they really didn’t have a choice in the situation facing them.

“Money grubbing bastards,” Pam’s voice vibrated with the depth of her anger. “You would think the stinking rats would consider themselves well off by now.”

But they didn’t. The ‘bastards’ in question were always striving for more, always taking what they considered due them, whether such ‘due’ made sense or not. In this case, it made little sense to the three titled ladies faced with acquisition.

Acquisition.Mary barely restrained her shudder ofdistaste, they were being acquired, rather than courted.

As ‘Ladies’ of wealth, a new title bestowed in just the last decade to designate women of pure human blood, unpolluted by the Breeds that roamed among them.

“Why should it matter what our grandfather’s did?” Lisa said softly, knowing well that it mattered whether it made sense or not.

“Because they’ve gained power. And because they must find some way to wreak vengeance.Justice,”

Mary sighed regretfully as she came to her feet and walked to the high, narrow window of her bedroom.

She stared out over the city, seeing the flicker of lights below, imagining the horrors of the after-light life.

There were those who roamed the city when darkness fell, that had little mercy for those weaker than themselves.Dark, diseased beings, filled with rage and loathing for those who lived above them.

It was the way of the world now. So much had changed in the past decades, even since her own birth.

Only the strong survived now. Only those who managed to gain a foothold in the upper crust of society could make their way comfortably. And falling from that lofty stature was a terrifying thought. Their families could well fall, if they didn’t act.

“Violence will not achieve our ends,” Lisa finally sighed behind her. “And neither willignoring them I know. What else is left, Mary?”

Mary clenched her fists. She fought to hold onto her control despite the fury and sense of betrayal that filled her.

“We steal the files.” She turned back to her friends, watching them carefully as she gave voice to the idea that had formed over the past days. “They can do nothing without proof. We steal back the proof they

have gathered.”

Lisa’s eyes widened in concern, though Pam’s seemed to glitter with excitement.

“Their leader,Barak , forced the acquisition of the maternal estate from father. It’s a place we all know well. As Enforcers, they will be out working the night. Tomorrow night, we slip in, steal back the files, and return here. Then we can get medieval on their asses.” She grinned in triumph as her friends watched her with surprise.

It was a plan she was greatly looking forward to.Barak had dared to try to blackmail her into a relationship that she would have fully embraced had he but asked her.

“It will be exceedingly dangerous,” Lisa said slowly. “How will we get there?”

“We’ll leave before dark, and wait behind the estate until they leave. The safe has a fail catch that few are aware of. I can access it, no matter the change of the combination. He would of course keep such valuable papers protected.”

It would be so simple, she thought. The bastards would never know they were there.

“Excellent,” Pam breathed. “I’m in. We’ll beat them at their own game.”

“Too bad,” Lisa sighed, glancing at each of them then. “I rather likedTallan . It would have been no hardship to have been courted by him.”

“Derrick as well.”Pam shrugged. “He seemed quiet nice, even for such a merciless breed. I think I could have handled him though.” She gave them a saucy grin, though it was tingled with regret.

Mary said nothing. She had thought she andBarak had been forming a rather close friendship over the past months. She had not expected such deception from him. She felt betrayed, furious that he would attempt to blackmail her in this way.

“We’re agreed on our course of action then?” She asked the other two.

“Agreed.”They nodded as they spoke simultaneously.

“Excellent.Tomorrow then. And then we’ll see whose squirming when they no longer have the leverage needed to acquire us. Perhaps then, they’ll see we aren’t as weak as they would believe.”

Smug satisfaction filled her. She would show him she wasn’t as easy to defeat as he believed she would be. Acquire her would he?As though she were a piece of real estate, something to be bartered for. The new laws that governed the breeding of full blood humans and breeds now were ridiculous.As though one were better than the other. The world was a place of madness anymore.

It wasn’t a problem she could fix though. She had to concentrate onBarak , as much as she hated the thought of it. Damn him. He didn’t have to make such a move. Didn’t have to try to force what would have been willingly given. And yet, it was exactly what he had tried to do.

She ignored the need that clawed through her body like talons of greedy sensation. His touch made her burn, the few gentle kisses he had bestowed had given her hope. A hope he had destroyed in one senseless, cruel move.

She was fucked. Figuratively and Mary assumed, soon, literally. Pam and Lisa had been dragged from the room by the other two Enforcers, and now she faced their leader, the most merciless of breed males, as frowned he at her darkly.

That look should have frightened her. Rather it sent her blood pulsing in anticipation through her body to echo in the tight, clenching muscles of her cunt. Her breasts became swollen, sensitive, and she knew her nipples were poking againstthe clothe of her shirt in pleading need. He could fire her arousal as nothing, or no one else ever had.Making her need his touch, his taste.

He was slouched back in the large chair leather chair that had once been her grandfather’s, his auburn brows drawn together between his thickly lashed silver gray eyes. One foot was propped on an opened drawer at the side of the desk, and in his hands he held the pictures and documentation that could well destroy her father. Proof that hergrandfather, and her great-grandfather had been part of the murderous organization known as the Genetics Council.

“It was actually an exceptional plan,”Barak commented with cool admiration. “You’re to be commended for it.”

His voice sent a tremor of longing echoing through her body. How the hell was she supposed to deny him when all she wanted to have him fuck hersilly.

Mary shrugged, feeling the shirt rasp her sensitive nipples. She really didn’t anything to arouse her further.

“Commendations are good only for those plans that succeed.”

Lips, sensual and yet cruel in appearance quirked in acceptance.She wondered what those lips would feel like, hard and hungry on hers rather than the soft, carefully controlled kisses he had given her before.

“You would have succeeded. Unfortunately, you neglected to take into consideration the fact that I would have you watched.A fatal weakness, Lady Mary, underestimating your enemy.”

Mary straightened her shoulders and stared back at him coldly. They had failed. It didn’t matter the reason. And she might be horny as hell for him, but she would be damned if she would let him think she was defeated.

“Was an association with me so distasteful to you?” He finally asked her, and though his voice was unconcerned, something flashed in those silvery eyes which came close to terrifying her.

“I find blackmail distasteful,” she bit out. “I have no wish to be acquired,Barak . You were aware of this.”

She remembered the fragile friendship she had believed was forming between them and wanted to rail at him for his arrogance. His presumption that he could so autocratically achieve his ends this way did nothing but piss her off. Yet, the sheer arrogance he displayed made her eager to test herself against him.

Both physically and mentally.

“Acquisition should have been preferable to the disgrace of a public auction,” he bit out, fury tinting his voice. “Do you think I am the only one aware of exactly how your family came into such wealth? You were damned lucky it was I who found the proof and not someone who preferred to break your family instead.”

“Had you any honor you would informed my father of the information you found, and destroyed it,” she yelled back at him, trembling in fear and the same unnamed sensation of need that attacked her body each time she was near him. “You would have cared more for me, and the friendship we had developed…”

“Friendship?”He snarled as he came to his feet with a surge of strength that had her backing away from him in fear and excitement. “Do you honestly believe I wanted no more from you than such a weak relationship? Do you think I wasted my time, my energy on such niceties? I have no need for friends, woman. I have a need for a mate. When I kiss your ass it’s going to be literally, not figuratively.”

Mary felt her face flush as her own anger began to rage out of control. The tempestuous emotions he always brought out in her surged to the surface.

“Then breed with your own kind,” she bit out. “I have no desire to mate with a species outside my own, if you don’t care.”

He snorted in disgust. “Do you take me for a fool?” He bit out, moving closer to her then, his powerful body tense and prepared for any move she might make as he stalked toward her.

Mary backed away, trepidation rising inside her as he came slowly near her.

“Indeed,” she assured him breathlessly. “If you think you can force me into such a match, then you are a fool.”

“Force you?” He questioned her silkily, his eyes narrowing as she felt the blood begin to thunder through her veins.

Damn him, damn her. What made her body react to his aggressions in such a way? Unfortunately, there was no place to run this time. And her body was more than reluctant to run. Her pussy was weeping in a wet plea that shestay still and allow him to ravish her in whatever manner he deemed appropriate.

“What else would you call it?” She came to a halt, her back against the wall as her lungs fought to drag in the oxygen she now required.

“I can smell the sweet, hot scent of your pussy,” he growled, stopping within a breath of her heaving breasts. “You’re wet and wild for me, Mary, just as you always have been.”

Mary breathed in deeply. Her body trembled, though not in fear. Excitement, hot and filled with anticipation surged through her. Her cunt clenched with it, her breasts throbbed, her nipples hardening further than they had been already.

“Breeds have an utter lack of tact,” she accused him, despite the heat curling through her cunt.

“And you pure blood debutantes think your too precious and clean be touched by what you consider to be little more than animal,” he snarled softly. “What’s wrong Lady Mary, you think that sweet pussy of yours is too clean and precious to be knotted by a Coyote Breed.”

Mary’s knees went weak as her womb spasmed with a hard convulsion of lust. She barely managed to restrain her whimper of arousal, but she had a feeling he was more than aware of her reaction.

“That only happens during mating,” she reminded him breathlessly. “Coyotes don’t do that.” She had researched the sexuality of the breed well. But they were known to have thick, broad cocks that weren’t overly long. The old saying ‘wider is better’ flitted through her mind as she felt her face flush in embarrassment and arousal.

“I may not mate you, but I will own you,” he told her bitterly, leaning closer, his gaze capturing hers as his chest pressed against her breasts.

Mary shook her head weakly.“Never.” She tried to sound offended, but her voice was too weak, too thready with anticipation for the tone to come off correctly.

She was stronger than this, she assured herself as her eyes widened,her lips parting to drag in air as his head began to lower. She assured herself that just a kiss wouldn’t hurt. She had dreamed of his kiss.

Needed his kiss for month now. Hell, she had stopped fooling herself weeksago, she wanted to fuck him until he howled with pleasure.

“This is insanity,” she whispered, her hands bracing against his chest.

Once her palms felt the heat and corded strength through the silk of his shirt, she was goner. He was so hard, dangerous and exciting. Hadn’t she chafed at the restrictions placed on her by her father? Wouldn’t a Coyote breed, known well for their lack of bonding, be a fit mate for a woman who craved her independence? Sensual and lusty, wild and intensely sexual, he could fire her passions and yet would lack the possessiveness that pure blood human men displayed.

She smoothed her hands over his chest, tested the strength of his shoulders,then whimpered as his lips covered her. Her body jolted with the electrically charged lust that suddenly shimmered between them.

She jerked against him, her lips opening as his tongue surged inside. He tasted hot and sweet, like coffee and chocolate, and he overwhelmed her senses.

His lips slanted over hers, his tongue, just slightly rough, heated and voracious swept through her mouth to tangle to with hers. He groaned against her lips, pressing her against the wall as his legs bent, the thick erection beneath his pants pressing between her thighs and rubbing against her covered clit in a sensual promise.

She expected him to be rough.Expected him to want a fast, lustful joining. The slower pace confused her. His lips caressed hers, his tongue stroked hers, as though he savored her taste, as though he needed more. His hands pulled the light shirt from her jeans as her fingernails bit into his shoulders.

Hands, calloused and warm smoothed over her waist beneaththe clothe of her shirt, his fingers stroking over her skin and leaving whispering trails of achy need in their wake. His hands were warm and possessive, his fingers rasping over her as she whispered a moan of pleasure.

As his tongue tangled with hers again, it felt hotter, swollen, throbbing in her mouth in time to the harsh beat of her own heart. An intriguing, spicy taste teased her senses then. Some distant part of her mind wailed a warning, but she was helpless to stop herself from drawing more of the taste into her mouth. She sucked teasingly at his tongue,then moaned at the sharp burst of vanilla and nutmeg tinged tastes that filled her senses.

As though the taste lit a fuse in her body, she began to burn. Her cunt sizzled with heated need, her body suddenly sensitized, her skin tingling, demanding his touch.

Mary tore her mouth from his as she struggled with the buttons of his shirt, overwhelmed with the compulsion to feel his skin against hers. His weren’t still either. They loosened the buttons of her own shirt, pushing it back from her shoulders as she did the same with his.

“Oh God.”She almost screamed out in pleasure as his chest rasped against her nipples then.

The sensitive tips were engorged and sensitive, and each brush of his chest against them had her pussy spasming in near ecstasy. His knee fitted itself between her thighs then, lifting her, forcing her to ride the hard muscled thigh as she sought relief for her burning clit.

Breeds weren’t supposed to have body hair, but there was a light downy sprinkling of it over his chest that stroked her nipples with a rasping, teasing sensation that had her pressing against him harder, needing more.Always more.

Barakmaintained only a little more control than Mary. His hands were desperate though, his mouth ravenous as it stroked over her neck, her collar bone, arrowing down to her peaked breasts.

As his mouth covered her distended nipple, his fingers worked at the buttons of her jeans. Mary’s hands were less coordinated, less effective, but she managed to unbutton his well, her hands smoothing the flaps apart as he pushed her jeans over her hips, his thigh shifting from between hers so he could work the material down.

Mary was trembling with the wash of sensations that traveled over her body as he stared into her eyes.

His gaze was filled with sexual promise, with dark male intent.

The jeans skimmed down her legs as he lowered himself before her. Excitement rose around them, the pulsing, blood throbbing exhilaration of sexual intensity filled the air around him.

He made quick work of removing her sneakers, then she could only whimper again as he removed her jeans, pulling them from her with slow, careful movements.

He knelt before her, his head level with her abdomen, his face just inches from the short, silky curls between her thighs. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her in place, keeping her still as he paused before her.

“Your scent weakens me,” he whispered, his voice rough, throbbing with power and with passion.

“There is nothing I crave more, Mary, than to taste this sweetness.”

The grip in her thighs tightened, forcing her to open her legs further, to give him the access he needed to taste her. Her breathing shuddered from her body now, small, tight whimpers of sexual arousal escaping her throat. Her body was burning for him, her cunt weeping in a demand she couldn’t hide or deny any longer. The slick excess of that demand could be felt, cooling against her heated thigh as he spread her.

“You are so wet, your juices are beaded upon your pretty curls,” he growled, his voice tight now from the control he was exerting.“A feast for me. Do you think it can slake my thirst, my hunger for you?”

His gaze rose to hers.The slivery gray color darkening to thundercloud intensity. Mary felt her juices flowing faster from that look, her pussy demanding his touch, the rough slide of his tongue.

“Let us see if I can do so,” he whispered when she didn’t answer him.

The first touch of his tongue sliding through her hidden slit had her going on her tiptoes in reaction. Her womb contracted with a hard, violent spasm as her pussy creamed with a small, forceful gush. His mouth was there to catch the essence of her arousal, and animalistic growl vibrating on the air around them as his tongue pushed into her clenching vagina.

She shuddered violently, her knees weakening, the strength leaving her muscles though her body energized with lust. He slurped at her cunt, licking her with ravenous intent, his tongue fucking into her vagina as his fingers held the swollen lips apart, allowing his nose to rub erotically against her engorged clit.

She would have screamed out at the torturous pleasure if she could have found the breath. As it was, only the strength of his hands kept her upright as he made an erotic meal of her juicy pussy. His teeth scraped the soft inner flesh, a rasping threat as he nibbled on pouting lips, only to have his touch shift, and his tongue plunge inside her abruptly once again.

Her strangled moans filled the air around them as she felt herself being pulled to her knees. His lips kissed up her abdomen, took a brief, hard taste of her long nipples,then covered hers almost violently.

She tasted herself, the tangy sweetness of her body on his lips, his tongue. She should have been disgusted, should have fought to pull away she thought distantly, instead of fighting him for a harder, deeper kiss.

He tore the shirt from her arms, ripping the material and tossing it aside.

“Bent over.”Violent arousal echoed in his deepening growl of lust.

He positioned her on hands and knees before him, his hands lifting her hips as he moved behind her.

“Barak.”Apprehension filled her, but not enough to dim the arousal that steadily grew inside her.

His hand moved between her thighs, his fingers running through the thick juices until his fingers were

circling the small opening of her vagina.

“Are you a virgin?” His tone was possessive, hard and rough.

Mary was suddenly more than a little nervous. Would he be angry that she wasn’t? Would he punish her?

“PleaseBarak ,” shewhispered, protesting the fear that now filled her.

“Answer me.” She felt the broad head of his cock as he nudged it against her vaginal opening.

She felt her pussy clench, felt her entire body sizzle with the threat of his invasion.

“No,” she cried out, trembling now.

“Good.” Satisfaction filled his voice. “No virgin would survive what I need this night, Mary. And I am now helpless in the need of it.”

Dark regret, shimmering lust, both filled his voice as she felt the flared head of his cock part the opening into her cunt. She tightened in reflex.

“Tight,” he whispered in a tortured voice.“So tight, Mary. You will burn me alive when I fill you.”

His fingers parted her lower lips, opening her further as he nudged the thick head inside her. Mary groaned as she felt her flesh stretch around the engorged tip as he began to work it slowly inside her.

She could hear his breath heaving in his chest, or was it her own? The head of his cock moved back and forth, working it inside her degree by degree she fought to relax the muscles around it. Inside, her cunt was pleading for him, weeping in demand.

Then, she felt a warm, forceful ejaculation from his cock into the tight depths of her cunt. He growled his own surprise, his body jerking behind her. The heated slide of the fluid washed through her, relaxing her muscles marginally.

“No,” Mary shook her head, protesting what she knew was now happening. God, the Coyotes weren’t supposed to be able to mate, to eject the fluid that both eased the entrance of their thick cocks, and heated the arousal to even deeper levels.

“Easy,” he panted, one hand gripping her hips as she knew the other gripped his desperate flesh. “Sweet Heaven, Mary, what have you done to me?”

Another forceful expulsion from the tip of his cock surged inside her. Mary bucked against him in surprise, driving the head of his cock past the entrance to her slowly relaxing vagina. Despite the softening of her muscles, the thick head still stretched her to overflowing, burning her, exciting her. The edge of pain, the forceful invasion was making her hotter, wetter for him.

“Mary,” He groaned her name he kissed her back, arched over her, his body trembling as he shuddered with another ejaculation that had her pussy clamping on him, yet her muscles losing their tight rigidity.

He groaned again then forged forcefully inside her quaking pussy as she screamed out at the hard invasion. The tender tissue parted at the hard thrust, every sensitive nerve ending inside her cunt screamed out with burning, shocking pleasure. She tightened on him instinctively, her pussy trembling, her clit throbbing as her back arched to drive him deeper.

She was panting for breath now, desperate in the grip of the sharp sensations of pleasure/pain traveling through her body. His cock jerked, the heated ejaculation soothing her muscles further as his cursed above her, fighting for control, a control he was helpless to maintain.

As he drew slowly back, his cock sliding along the gripping tunnel that encased his erection, Mary tightened on him, loath to release the stretching, tight sensation of being filled to such extremes. She fought to keep him inside her, to hold him to her.

A savage growl heated the air around him as he gripped her hips and plunged inside her again. Her arms collapsed, her breasts meeting the floor, her hips jerking, her cunt tightening harder on the thick intruder, and she felt his control snap.

He pulled back forcefully, then began a deep, hard driving motion inside her trembling vagina that had her crying out, begging for more. Lightening zipped through her pussy, her womb, sizzled through her bloodstream and tightened her chest as she fought to hold onto consciousness. It was like nothing she had known before.

His cock stroked the walls of her cunt withpistoning strokes of power. The mushroomed head drove past tight muscles, parting them for the shaft that kept them stretched, opened as small, heated ejaculations washed through the tunnel. Her pussy was burning, screaming for release, clamping on his cock as she  fought for release. Her clit throbbed, swelled until it was like another heartbeat between her thighs.

The pleasure encompassed her body. It ripped through her, contracting her muscles, driving her insane with the need to orgasm. Her hips jerked in his hands as her body bucked against him, fighting to drive him harder, deeper inside her.

The muscles tightened in her body as agonizing sensations of pleasure began to engulf her. She tingled from her toes to her head, as her cunt began to radiate with a blooming intensity of nearing rapture.

She called out his name as he drove inside her deeper, his stokes intensifying as she fought for breath, for sanity. Then she felt what she believed no Coyote breed could do.The thickening of his cock, the heated distention of the knot that reminded her forcefully of his animalistic genes.

“No,” she cried out, terrified now as the growing vibrations of need began to intensify. “ Barak, please… Please…” But what she was pleading for, she had no idea.

“Take me, Mary.” He bent over her, his rough voice raspy with demand. “Take me baby.All.Of. Me.”

His tone became guttural then, growling as he thrust harder, trying to go deeper as the swelling began to fill her further.

Her orgasm tore through her as the distension bloomed rapidly, locking him inside her as his heated release began to explode inside the depths of her rippling cunt. His hips jerked involuntarily, pulling at the clamping muscles of her cunt as her release rocked her. Her pussy exploded, her clit pulsed, throbbed, then joined in the rapturous release as the heavy swelling of his cock added the pressure the small nub of nerves needed. She was wracked with the rocketing, fiery explosions that tore through her body as Barak’s growl echoed in her ears.

She jerked as his hands tightened at her hips.Her cunt milking his erection, caressing the tight knot that stretched her, locking him to her, holding him deep and hard inside her body as she exploded around him.

“Mine.” His teeth locked on her shoulder as she exploded again, then screamed out at the erotic pain of his sharp canines piercing her skin, his tongue laving it as his mouth drew on her flesh.

Her cry was a deep, exhaustive wail as everything inside her imploded.Bone and tissue, muscle and nerves. She melted, dissolved with a rapturous explosion that she collapsed beneath him, forcing him to cover her, his legs to hold hers apart, his hips still jerking against her, the knot throbbing inside her as his last spurt of semen burst from his cock.

Mary’s hands were locked into the short threads of the carpet as shudders continued to rip through her body as her orgasm slowly eased. Her pussy rippled one last time as she sobbed weakly in responsive pleasure.

Long moments later, the agonizing stretching of her vagina eased, and he pulled from her with an erotic slurping sound as her body protested the release.Barak fell over beside her, gasping for breath though his hands locked her against him, giving her no chance for escape even if she had the energy to try.

“Mine,” he whispered the word against her shoulder, his lips caressing the gentle slope of her arm as drowsiness filled his voice.

“Never,” she grumbled, knowing her last attempt to hold onto her independence would likely be a failure.

Barakgrunted. “We shall see my dear. We shall see.”

Mary sighed. Indeed they would.

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