Page 12 of Tara's Warriors

Phin must have been feeling the same, because he began to suck furiously on Karwin’s shaft, teasing the seed up from his tight sack. He returned the favor, sucking and licking at Phin’s erection, the feeling of coming hovering just on the horizon. Phin’s cock vibrated between his lips for a moment before the first taste of his release hit Karwin’s tongue. Taking the other man deep, he swallowed over and over again, drinking his brother’s seed down. He closed down the link between them as best he could, fighting his own release that wanted to escape into Phin’s suckling mouth.

Jerking himself from between Phin’s lips, he flipped his unresisting mate over onto his stomach. Running his hands down his blood brother’s muscular back, he growled in satisfaction at the sight of his spread legs and muscular buttocks. Phin lifted his hips, opening himself to Karwin’s searching fingers as he tested the other man’s readiness, spitting and lubing him up.

Unable to wait a moment longer, he lodged the head of his swollen, deep purple shaft against the puckered entrance to Phin’s body.

Bracing himself on his knuckles over his blood brother’s shoulders, Karwin sank into Phin’s body, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head. The constrictive clasp of Phin’s anus gripped him tight, but beyond that was a delicious giving way as he pressed forward. Phin turned his head, kissing Karwin’s wrist as he moaned and lifted himself, impaling his body on Karwin’s thick erection. The bond between them opened, and Karwin tumbled into Phin’s emotions, his brother’s love and arousal burning him deep within.

Moving quicker now, he plunged in and out of Phin’s body, their growls and snarls building together as they moved, faster and harder, their bodies slapping against each other.

With a harsh cry Karwin emptied himself into Phin, his whole body trembling with each blast of seed until he collapsed onto his mate.

His chest pressed into Phin’s back as they both panted, Karwin slowly softening inside Phin until he pulled all the way out.

Never in his life had he felt such a sense of relief, of completion, as he did with his mate. He could only imagine what their family would be like once they had their Matriarch between them.

Rolling onto his back, Phin stared up at the ceiling with a lazy smile. “I think I will enjoy being mated to you.”

“As will I.” Laughing, Karwin stood and helped Phin to his feet. “Let me feed you.”

“I could eat,” Phin said as he stretched out, then gave Karwin a slow, lazy smile that was completely relaxed.

They moved over to the altar and began the ritual of sharing food and drink, discussing their future as they took care of each other. Moving to a nearby pale yellow couch, they stretched out with Karwin resting his head on Phin’s lap while the other man ran his fingers through his hair. Like the big cat he resembled, Karwin loved having his hair stroked and soon found his eyes closing. He felt safe for the first time in what seemed like forever, secure in the knowledge that his blood brother would die to protect him.

“Do you have any Territories you wish to consider for our Matriarch’s home?” Phin asked as he rubbed his thumb over the scruff on Karwin’s cheek.

Forcing his mind out of the pleasant haze that he’d been drifting in, Karwin opened his eyes and looked up at Phin. “I have a few places in mind. What about you?”

His mate smiled at him, then stretched out with a content sigh, his unseeing gaze on the far wall. “There is a beautiful Territory in the Northern Continent that I have had my eye on. It is held by three Warriors, but they have not found their bondmate and are showing signs of the madness. There has been talk that the High Congress may allow a Challenge for the Territory soon. The bordering Territories are ruled by strong, kind Matriarchs on three sides and a pair of young and honorable blood brothers I am friends with on the other. They have all voiced their opinions that the Warriors need to be removed for the safety of their people.”

Each man sobered, the greatest fear of their race echoing between them. To not find one’s Matriarch, to be doomed to revert into an animal-like state, to lose who you were, was a slow and terrible death every Kadothian male faced. It was a possible future that Karwin and Phin would have to deal with if they never found the blonde woman destined to be theiralyah. Their eternal beloved.

As if reading his thoughts, Phin ran a soothing hand through his hair. “Do not worry, my brother, we will find her. Have faith in the Lord of Life. He brought us together against all odds. He will bring her into our lives as well.”

“Did you recognize anything about her?” Karwin asked, his cock stirring at the memory of their shared dream. “Her clothing, strange accent, anything?”

“No,” Phin frowned as he played with a red section of Karwin’s multi-color hair. “Her gown could have belonged to any of a thousand planets, and her hair and skin as well. The only thing unusual about her was her accent.”

With a disgruntled snort, Karwin stood, then offered his arm to Phin, pulling his blood brother to his feet.

His blood brother.

Here. In the flesh.

A miracle that gave him the most precious gift of all, hope.

Chapter 4

Tara

Wiping a hair that had escaped her french twist out of her face, Tara sweated lightly as she performed the intricate dance of the Sunday morning breakfast crowd at the diner.

Sure, calling managing a restaurant a dance might seem strange to some people, but that’s what it felt like to her. With over a hundred guests seated at the tables and counter, along with a line out the door of people waiting for a spot to eat, the restaurant was hopping. Beyond the usual steady traffic from the truckers passing through on the major highway three miles away, on the weekends, the locals also swamped the place. Tupelo Creek had three restaurants, and the other two weren’t open on Sundays.

One of her waitresses called out that morning, leaving them short staffed. As usual in similar situations, either Tara or her Aunt Jean jumped in to help out. But her Aunt Jean’s knee was bothering her again, even though she’d never admit it. At sixty-four, she looked like she was still in her fifties, thanks to a life full of love and hard work. Thankfully, Tara was able to convince Aunt Jean to watch with Jillian so Tara could work. Her granddaughter was staying with her again while Lacey was off on another emergency deployment.

Lacey was on her way to the Philippines to help with the US Army as part of recovery efforts after a massive typhoon swept the islands. Tara hated when her daughter was deployed to dangerous areas, but at least it wasn’t a battle zone. Some of the worst times of her life had been late at night, praying with every ounce of her soul for her daughter to make it home from war.

“Order up, Tara!” Sugar Baby, an enormous black woman and good friend who was a magician on the grill, bellowed.

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