Securing Sara (The Beast Masters Series) Read Free Page B

reproductive organs. She was fast beginning to suspect they were simply hatched from eggs.
    He said something to her that she missed and she glared at him. He caught her around the upper arm and dragged her down the long corridor.
    She caught fleeting glimpses of the other women, dressed as she was—like a slave girl—and wondered who was who. They’d spent months talking through vents and the metal walls of their cells. She’d befriended a number of them yet had never seen their faces. They were voices of hope, of something more, of not being alone.
    Exit-bay doors opened and a plume of smoke appeared. Several of the girls coughed violently and she recognized one of the coughs.
    Reya.
    The girl was from Earth and young. She also had weak lungs and didn’t take to the air onboard the ship well. Sara soaked in the sight of Reya, having never seen her before. She was as she’d imagined—thin, frail, with hair of varying shades of blonde and gold.
    The guard shoved Sara down the ramp and it took a minute for her eyes to adjust to the brightness of daylight. She’d been deprived of it for so long. A few girls shielded their eyes, having trouble with the light levels as well.
    The guard finally stopped pushing her and stepped away. She thought of kicking him while his back was turned but she resisted. She wanted to be sold and soon. If she wasn’t sold off, she’d be disposed of. She knew how slave traders worked. Her only hope was appealing to those wishing to purchase a female.
    The guard mixed in close with the others of his kind, and Sara glanced at the men all lined up and gathered near the vessel. Most wore nothing but loincloths covering impressive packages for sure. The men made a shiver of fear rush over her. In her past quite often strong men equaled men who were cruel.
    Many of the men before her had battle scars on their chiseled chests. They were all tanned as if they spent much time outdoors, and from the looks of their bodies they spent a lot of time conditioning themselves. Some were dressed in tight-fitting pants that looked much like the leather she’d traded once while working the markets of Denki. Power, dominance and something else, something feral poured off them in waves. It was impossible not to take notice of them.
    Her inner thighs flexed and cream began to build. She’d not had sex in too many moon cycles to count, and she wanted nothing more than to catch the eye of one of the sexy hunks and spend the night riding him until she had her fill.
    You’re not here for your pleasure , she reminded herself. You’re here for theirs.
    A woman with long, dark hair motioned them all closer. Sara obliged even though she wasn’t much of a joiner. A few of the women looked as if they might try to escape. They fidgeted endlessly and kept staring at an opening in the warrior men.
    The brunette spoke. “If you run, they’ll send bolts of charge through your shackles. It will kill you.”
    Sara pursed her lips, liking the woman instantly and recognizing her voice.
    Teon.
    The walls of their cells butted against one another.
    Teon grinned at the women. “I’m Teon.”
    Sara would have introduced herself as well but her attention moved to one of the male warriors. His long, dark hair blew slightly in the breeze. His strong features could easily be seen as too harsh. They appealed to her. Everything about him did. His blue gaze was settled on her and her heart fluttered. Her cheeks flushed with heat. She chanced a glance at him again only to find his eyes had not wavered.
    She couldn’t pull her gaze from the markings on his chest and arms. Tattoos. She’d seen many people with them before but none that were this intricate. The markings curled around his biceps, showing off how large they were. Her mouth watered and her body screamed on the inside, wanting him in ways she shouldn’t.
    Sara clenched her hands, doing her best to resist the overwhelming urge to nod to him, as if telling him he could take