Eland and Jeanne (Tales of the Shareem) (16 page)
Eland growled. He pressed her back into the bed, his heart beating so fast he could barely breathe.
He didn’t want to spank her anymore; he wanted to fall on her and take her into his arms.
But Eland was level three, so he slapped her three more times with the lash. He tossed the lash aside, took out the thin gag, and worked it into her mouth.
Jeanne moaned, already winding up. She knew what was coming.
Eland lubed up her favorite ass plug and eased it inside her. She made a little hum in her throat that had Eland’s cock tighter than it had ever been.
Jeanne was his. No having to watch her get taken away by the patrollers, no leaving her. Eland could stay with her for the rest of their lives.
Mine. Love.
The words came hard on top of each other. Eland skimmed oil over Jeanne’s sweet, bare pussy, letting his thumb dip inside her until she was wet and desperate.
Eland climbed onto the bed, knelt behind her and spread her legs, then lifted Jeanne’s hips across his thighs and thrust his needy cock inside her.
Jeanne screamed through the gag, the sound muffled. She rose to push herself back against him, the ache where they joined dragging a groan from his throat.
She was beautiful, responsive, daring, wicked, willing to trust … The perfect woman for him.
Jeanne was funny, kind, generous, strong, willing to risk danger to herself for what she thought was right.
Eland loved her with all his heart.
Didn’t mean he’d go slack on her. Eland began to smile as he drove into her, the rhythm satisfying. The hot friction of her sheath on his cock made him pump faster, faster.
Jeanne clawed at the covers, stretching the restraints, her gasps and groans come-making. Eland reached to her and undid the gag and then the blindfold. He wanted to hear her voice, see her eyes.
She looked over her shoulder at him, face flushed, eyes heavy, lips parted.
Damn,
she was beautiful
.
Eland lost all control. He slammed into her, holding her while she thrust back on him, her cries and his shouts melding.
The coming was powerful, profound, and seized the deepest part of him. Eland groaned her name, then, “I love you—love you, baby.
Love you
!”
His seed left him to find a place inside her, joining them forever. Eland pulled away as soon as he could, his cock slick with her moisture.
Jeanne made a sound of disappointment. Eland gently pulled out the plug, dropping it to the floor, rolled her onto her back, and entered her once more.
He moved over her, body-to-body, looking into her eyes. Man and woman, not Shareem and sub—but that too.
Jeanne smiled at him and touched his face.
Then she rocked her head back as Eland sped his thrusts, and they cradled themselves in each other, love wrapping them and making them one.
***
“It was still stupid for you to go,” Eland said much later.
Jeanne was exhausted, thoroughly loved, and very happy. “I’d do it all over again,” she said, tracing his bare shoulder. “I wasn’t going to stop until I got you free. Even if you ran to the nearest transport and blasted the hell out of here.”
Eland’s brows came down. “You think I would do that? Wait—you thought that was what I
had
done. You were surprised to see me, tonight.”
“You didn’t go to the bar with the others,” Jeanne said in a quiet voice. “I thought maybe you’d run for it.”
“You think I’d leave you behind? What kind of Shareem do you take me for?”
Jeanne studied him for a time, her fingertips brushing the hard lines of his face. “I wasn’t sure how you felt about me.”
“What I feel about you is that you belong to me,” Eland growled. “And I belong to you. It’s a two-way thing. So is falling in love with you.”
“Well …” Jeanne tried a smile. “You didn’t exactly call me.”
He took her seriously. “Because I was waiting for you. And I couldn’t get to a communicator.”
“You were waiting for me to come home? Then why the hell didn’t you come in with me? Or knock on the door?”
His smile stirred the heat Jeanne had thought calmed down. “What, just knock on the door and say, ‘Hi, it’s your Dom. Wanna do some bondage?’ Sweetie, you have a lot to learn about level threes.”
“Yeah?” The heat was working its way to full-blown fire. “You gonna teach me then?”
“Hell, yes.” Eland’s eyes began to fill with blue. “Level three means I give you the greatest pleasure anytime, anywhere.” He lifted the blindfold from where it had fallen to the pillows and ran it through his fingers. “The unexpected can be extremely satisfying.”
That was true. Jeanne reached to her bedside table and drew out the nipple clips with the silver chain between them.
She held them up. “I saved them,” she said softly. “I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of them.”
Eland stilled. His eyes closed once, twice, and when they opened again, she read naked emotion in them, and hope so deep she wanted to cry.
“I love you,” Jeanne said. She cupped his cheek and held the clips out to him. “I truly do.”
Eland draped the cool chain over his fingers. “Aw damn,” he said.
“What’s wrong?” Jeanne asked in alarm.
“You’re making me tear up. Because I love you so fucking much, I can’t stand it.”
Jeanne brushed moisture from his lashes. “Then we’ll have to do something to take our minds off it.”
Eland’s grin returned. “Oh, yeah, sweet baby, we will.”
He closed his lips over each of her nipples and gently attached the nipple clamps. The chain whispered as it dropped between her breasts.
Eland slid the blindfold over her eyes and fastened it.
“Now,” he said, voice dark. “I might leave you here to wait for me. I might get some more toys and play with you. I might invite other Shareem over to share in the fun. Or I might just kiss you.”
Eland’s breath brushed Jeanne’s lips, then his kiss touched her mouth.
The kiss grew deeper, Eland tasting her, Jeanne running her tongue over his. It was a sweet kiss, a loving one, and her heart swelled with happiness.
Sweet went away very quickly. Eland licked his way down her body to her opening, swiped around it with his tongue, then withdrew.
The next thing she knew, Eland was inside her again, his mouth on hers, his hands caressing, soothing, holding.
Their frenzy returned, and they thrust against each other, needing the oneness of the moment.
“I love you!” Jeanne cried as her peak lifted her up and swept her away.
A few seconds later, he came with her, pumping into her, groaning her name.
“I love you, sweet Jeanne. Ah,
fuck.
”
Eland’s words were lost in the crush of pleasure, and then they were holding each other, laughing, crying, kissing.
A long time later, when the frenzy died into quiet, happy caresses, Eland traced Jeanne’s lips.
“Here, I am sweetheart,” he said. “A Shareem, made for a lady’s pleasure.” The sinful light returned to his eyes, wiping out sorrow and anger. “So tell me, angel … Want to keep me?”
***
Six months later
Jeanne was glad she’d taken a vacation day from work. She sat in Judith’s upstairs sitting room, straddling Eland, who was hard inside her.
She had the blindfold on, which she liked—in the darkness it created she could concentrate on the sensations in her body.
The nipple clips hung from her breasts, the tight pinch of them sending a hot tingle through her. Eland’s hands clasped her ass, holding her tightly on him.
A cock was in her mouth—she didn’t know whose. All she knew was that Eland had brought her here for the next step, not only having sex in front of others, but letting them join in. A little bit at a time, Eland said. No rushing.
He’d invited in other Shareem, but Jeanne didn’t know how many or who they were. She suspected Rio, because he couldn’t ever keep quiet, and his laugh was familiar to her now. Aiden, probably, because of the exotically scented oil Eland had brushed on her.
One or two others, she thought. Braden, possibly Ky.
They’d all become friends in the bar downstairs, and now they’d be lovers upstairs.
She knew Judith’s slender fingers on her back then brushing her buttocks. Judith had expressed interest in trying things with her, and Eland had said that would be fine one day. Jeanne wasn’t quite certain how she felt about it, but she’d discovered herself willing to experiment.
The cock in her mouth was Shareem, all right, thick and very long. She suckled it, pulling it further in, enjoying the taste and feel. The faint groan that reached her was certainly Rio’s.
The others were there to watch or do … whatever it was they did. Jeanne’s main focus was Eland.
The others might not exist. Jeanne was his, would always be. Whatever games they played, or if they played no games at all, Eland was in her heart. He’d moved into her home, her life. The love that deepened between them every day was incredible.
Rio’s cock started to jump in her mouth. He put his hand on her shoulder and withdrew before he came. Eland had not allowed that yet.
Released, Jeanne let her head fall back, which lifted Eland higher into her. Cries left her mouth, of joy, love, and amazing pleasure.
Eland pumped up into her, his breath quickening, his heart beating hard. The chain between her nipples was warm, brushing them both.
Just before Jeanne came, Eland slid off the blindfold. Jeanne was surrounded by Shareem who watched with intensity only Shareem could manage. Aiden and Ky, Rio and Braden. Calder, covered, sat in the corner, watching her over his face cloths. The only one missing was Rees, but Eland had explained that she wouldn’t be ready for Rees for a long time yet. That was a lesson yet to come.
For now, there was so much heat in here, so much beautiful male flesh, that Jeanne could fall back on the cushioned warmth of their presence, and be happy.
But it was Eland alone she looked at, Eland’s eyes that held hers as she cried out her pleasure. Eland that she kissed.
The others dissolved in a blurred rush as she touched Eland’s face and surrendered herself to him.
“I love you,” she whispered, before astonishing pleasure washed her away.
“I love you too, my Jeanne,” Eland said. “It’s you and me now, love.”
“You and me,” Jeanne answered, her heart in her words.
And that was enough.
End
A Note from the Author
Eland and Jeanne
was originally published some years ago as a free, very short story (4500 words) called
Eland,
by Ellora’s Cave. These freebies were limited to a small word count and were meant to be a sample or teaser about an author’s books or series.
I had always known that Eland and Jeanne deserved a longer story. When I received the rights back to the tale, I decided to expand the short story to include not only Eland and Jeanne’s relationship but a look into how the Shareem got where they were at the beginning of
Rees
.
I hope you enjoyed this glimpse into the Shareem world. By the time Eland and Jeanne are introduced later in the series, they have the reputation for being quite bold and brave in their tastes, and so I tried to show a bit about how that all got started.
If this is your first look at the Shareem, I encourage you to begin the main series with
Rees.
The rest of the books expand from there.
Thanks for reading, and I hope you find a Shareem of whatever level you wish!
All my best,
Allyson James
Books by Allyson James
Tales of the Shareem series
Rees
Maia & Rylan
(short story)
Rio
Aiden & Ky
Calder
Braden
Justin
Kieran
Eland and Jeanne (prequel)
Boxed sets
Tales of the Shareem, Volume 1
Contains
Rees; Rio; Aiden & Ky
Tales of the Shareem, Volume 2
Contains
Calder; Braden; Justin
More sets to come as more books are added to the series
Stormwalker Series
