Jaecar pushed me down to kneel next to the bed.Collapsing behind me, he put his forehead against my shoulder. I could feel the heat of his skin behind me. Feel his pain and confusion and something he wanted to say but didn’t have the words.I imagined just a short time ago, when he was looking over my art and I was excitedly telling him about the pages while he smiled indulgently. Or when I’d happily leapt on his back in the early morning sun, and he’d teased me.Flashing bits of that white grin when his gaze slid to me.Making me think we were actually close.I realized he was breathing evenly. Having collapsed from exhaustion.But not for long. I knew. I’d already learned that first hand.I knew it was unlikely I was going to get away, but I had to try. I tilted slightly sideways, making him slip over my shoulder and down the back of my bicep. I lifted my elbow to catch his weight and guide him down as best as I could. I was weak and he was a large male.But he seemed half dead. Sl
I looked from one to the other fearfully. Worry increasing as I saw the whole line of them. At least Draven and the Hayden brothers weren’t here.The biggest wolves.These were mostly the younger males.I considered jumping over them and trying to make it in my unlocked door. There has to be a way.But as I crouched to try, there was a blur rushing past me. I had no time to react as a very naked Jaecar shouldered the first wolf. Hitting it hard enough that he was launched across the area and into the nearest tree. Yipping in pain.He caught another wolf by the shoulders with his bare hands. Earning him a sharp bite to the forearm as he tossed it over his head and dropped it to the ground.Something crunched and that wolf too, yipped and limped off into the dark as fast as he could go.Jaecar leapt back to his feet and caught my arm to jerk me behind him. He crouched. Baring pointed teeth. Yellow eyes glowing in the dark as he faced the remaining eight. He snarled. Shaking his head in
“No. Go away.” I said mournfully. Forlorn because despite everything he’d done, there was no one I wanted reassurance from more. It’s ironic that often when someone is hurt, they want comfort from the person that wounded them.That’s Jaecar for me now.I thought of Lyra Lani but knew that tonight she was probably fleeing as much as I just had or suffering as I had earlier in the night. My chest tightened at the thought of her at someone’s mercy as I had been.“Fine, Sam. You remember you made this decision.”I rolled around to curl on the floor again. Wanting nothing more than to be left alone to cry for the next several months. It may take that long for me to recover…***I must’ve dozed off. I woke when I heard wood smacking against wood above me. I flipped onto my back. My blue eyes flared yellow to see in the dark and I looked to the high rafters of my hut. Seeing that there was now a square revealing the night sky. Stars twinkling in at me.Which meant that someone had found a wa
He tied my bound wrists to the headboard.I whimpered. Exhausted and so sore I just wanted to squeeze my thighs together and cradle myself. I couldn't take much more."I'm not your plaything." I moaned into the blankets."I know." He said, surprisingly. Leaning over my back and sweeping my hair over one shoulder to kiss the side of my neck and shoulder. Reaching around to cup the weight of my breasts.I shuddered because I feared it would arouse him again and start the whole brutal process once more.But he tenderly molded the soft tissue. Framing them with his large palms. Learning the feel and texture. He kissed down my back. Gripping my waist. I could feel his need already raging through him.It's nearly midnight. The Mating Moon was in full power.It was shocking he'd not already changed to mount me as an animal. Forcing me to change by the sheer hormones he'd generate as the beast.He's trying to control it."Why aren't you changing?" I asked, my voice muffled in the bed."I'm tr
His thumbs flexed along my skin, and I could see the anguish written over his face. His sex pulsed against me, and his body flushed. Veins in his neck rising as he strained against the brutal beast wanting to be unleashed. "Sam!"I took sympathy on him and slid back down. Inching over him.He fisted the bedding. Grunting ferociously and writhing to keep from violently pumping into me. His wolf howling to get out. Silver and gray bits of fur seeped from his pores and retracted. He opened his eyes once and they flared yellow.The wolf is very close to emerging. I need to be careful. I knew that pushing him too far was a dangerous game.His fragile control was crumbling, and I was in great danger of hurting myself with my teasing actions. But this was all new to me and I was curious about the sensations.Curious about him.About this strange, new power I seemed to have over him. With every melting stroke of my walls opening for him then sucking him as I slid him back out.His knuckles tu
“That’s what it feels like.” He explained.I stared at him in awe.“No.” He amended. Holding very still to study a spot to the side of my shoulder. “It’s probably more intense for me because it’s such a relief to the crazed need of my beast.”The wolf. I remembered the glimpses of silver fur which had crept from his fur. And the flashes of yellow eyes as he’d fought against the animal.Trying to stay human for me.“Why aren’t you looking at me?” I was a little wounded that he didn’t wish to see what I’d experienced.He’s pushed for it all night but now avoids witnessing it.He finds me ugly? A tiny voice pressed layers of shame over me. He’s disgusted by my reaction.I shivered in fear that I’d done something very wrong. Made myself more vulnerable than I needed to be.“Because the sight of you pleasuring yourself on my body is damn near driving me crazy. My wolf is ready to explode. To tear into your tender flesh and claim you as mine. Burrow into you and make you my mate for all ete
I bit my lip.“But the pain will lessen, I vow it.” He tried to reassure. Expression sympathetic.He’s worried I’ll fight him.But as unbearable as this night had been. I knew it could’ve been worse at the hands of another man. I knew another would’ve broken my body. Left my spirit in tatters. And all with as little feeling as having spit on me.Jaecar is different.He was my friend in truth. I just didn’t understand. But I felt enlightened now. Different about everything. I wondered briefly if I’d have wanted another as my mate if I’d had the choice.No. I always wanted him. I just didn’t think he’d want me.And I was scared of the mating rituals. Terrified, actually.Awful as he had been in what he’d done to me, Jaecar wanted to be my mate. He had protected me from this dark part of being a wolf for years. Sheltered me in my hut from the outside world until he could no longer.I hated him for some of the things he’d done to me tonight.But I cared for him.When he guided me to sit s
Rebekah met the alpha at the door and pointed out, obviously directing him to remain outside.I was saved from whatever dark fate may have awaited me had I acted on my black thoughts, by Lyra Lani coming out and catching Draven’s larger hand.As if looking for reassurance.When did this happen? Probably while my life was changing last night. I thought dryly.Lyra Lani trailed behind him, and when he turned to say something to her, she smiled softly.Looking happier than I’d ever seen her.The slight hollowness that was always reflected behind her pretty eyes now seemed absent in the rising morning light.I wondered if she had discovered the same thing, I had last night. That perhaps not everything Marta had told us had been wholly accurate.She’d said nothing of the pleasure. Of how it could be when one stopped fearing what was happening. That had all been wholly new to me. And I wondered if it had opened her eyes as well.Instead, she sent us into the night terrified. I decided I wou
He can do this all night. I realized in horror. Wondering how I’d ever survive it. I’d taken many wolves when I was the pack bitch but there had been breaks between the males then. Times for me to recover before the next awful interaction. Not now. As soon as he’d finished, he was taking me again. I could barely catch my breath. I was so tired that my body shook limply. But I knew what he was doing. He’s going to force me to change. Everytime the pleasure climbed through me and exploded, I came closer to her. I was realizing he could do this to me all night. He’s showing no signs of relenting. Nothing I can do. Nothing I can say, will stop him. I realized the awful truth. Limply letting him take me. Even as I was thinking it, my core tightened again. Sending surges through me. Even more powerful than the last time. White hot heat burned through my being, and I felt my muscles cooking like lava and bones starting to snap. I huffed in exhaustion. Barely noticing this strange
His length was impossible. Seeming even bigger than the last time. His whole body was tight. Every muscle bulging as he resisted turning himself. Knowing that he might lose control entirely if he did. But the words that came from him next were the last I could’ve ever suspected. “Tell me, Lara, and I’ll go a bit easier on you.” “Tell you what?” I spat. Unable to focus on anything but my straining body and the sore spots and ached each time he brushed over them. “What broke you.” “Nothing!” I screamed. “I’m strong. You’ve never broken me.” He paused momentarily. Holding my narrow waist in his hands and staring down at me so long that I felt the need to twist and look back at him. “I didn’t say me.” I shook my head adamantly. “Tell me.” He caressed more slowly. Painstakingly pressing in and then easing that torrid length back out. Bit by bit. “What happened to you before the Asara. What destroyed you so badly that
I woke to strange smells, too much heat and a hand cupped around my breast, pulling it further to the center. There was tugging on the little pink crest that seemed to have a direct line down to the center of me. Making it reflexively tighten there. Creating an ache and a tension that reminded me he was still there. He didn’t remove himself. We’d both fallen asleep with him still planted within my sweet hollow. And he’s not about to leave now. He moaned and became a bit forceful. Suckling that fleshy bit more roughly. Nipping it between his teeth and stretching it. Making me cry out at the shocking pleasure of it. I couldn’t see any light to gauge the time, but I could feel the lustful aggression still rolling off him. Indicating that it was obviously still night. Still the pink moon. The Mating Moon. He pulled harder and my fingers bit into his scalp, already tangled in his hair. Maki
He felt me tightening around him. I saw the triumph crossing his masculine features as he felt the telltale quakes that whispered I was soon to shatter. Then my back arched. Exciting him further. He cupped my breasts, balancing them against his palms as he rode me harder. Feeling them leap against his hands. The small, hard nipple crossing the crease of his fingers as our pelvis’ joined again. I gave a wolf whine as the pleasure made my legs vibrate, my vision blur and my mind flood with pleasure until I was utterly lost to the sensation. I soaked him when I climaxed. Slicking all around him and seeping out to dampen his sack. “Yes, mate. Come for me. Show me how good you are…” He was grinning as he thrust in and held it, enjoying my surrender. I went limp, exhausted from the exertion of every muscle in my body jerking tight and then releasing until they could no longer tighten. But his next words made my heart sink.
I twisted to look at him but saw only conviction in his eyes. The hardening of his jaw as he slowly shook his head. Leaning back to give me a long, meaningful look as he purposefully stroked his hand down my spine. Making the skin tingle in a warm trail that I could feel even as his touch stopped. He wouldn’t. But his excited grunting and moaning, and the ferocious flexing of his biceps as he pumped violently combined with that steady look, he was giving me, indicated he wasn’t going to stop. I knew a moment of renewed panic. “Alaric, it could-” “You’re mine, Lara!” He growled as he tipped forward over me. His stomach tightening in a ripple that climbed through his chest. I felt him surge inside me. “Mine!” He roared. I could hear the animal inside him snarling as it overtook him. Wanting to possess me in every way that was physically possible. Wanting to own me. I was stunned at his sh
I was always the one in control. And I wasn’t ready to give that up. I began struggling against him. My thighs thudded into the edge of the table, and my hips ground into it as I tried to escape him. Tried to slide away from him. Before I fully turned and welcomed him as a mate. There would be no turning back if I did it, this time. He’ll keep me forever. He was callous and relentless. He was grunting. Slamming harder and harder into me. The wood table scraped along the stone beneath it. Swaying slightly with each hard thrust. Rocking and creaking with his movements. Giving him just enough mobility to push forward and then bringing my own weight back to him. Offering him the next hard entry. Invading the center of my body as he speared into me with such force that I was losing my mind. All sense of thought was vanishing. My face was flushing. My hair was prickling. I clawed the table n
He threw my skirts up. Forcing them under my stomach and shoving me down to pin them against the corner of the table beneath me. Then pulling the back of my skirts up over my buttocks. Exposing me to his lush perusal. I closed my eyes tight against the aching vulnerability of the situation. The burning humiliation that heated my face. He’s going to take me. I could feel his eyes roving my pale skin. I felt him palm one firm buttock. Squeezing it to fully appreciate its suppleness before turning his hand downward to palm all that sweet flesh. He groaned in pleasure. Pressing himself against me. Grinding himself along my crack in his hunger to have me. He’s already hard as a rock. I heard his buckle loosening again, feeling my body tightening in fearful response. “No!” I cried. Shaking my head wildly. Tossing my blonde hair around me like caught in a whirlwind. “I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want this.”
I’d long ago vowed to never be commanded by any male. Not after they’d all owned me. Treated me like a hole to please them and nothing more. I’d spent hour after hour in a dark shack. With sweating males rutting away at me. Down on my hands and knees on a dirt floor. My body jerking upward. Occasionally they’d yank my hair. Or spin on their palm before they brutally smacked my ass. Sometimes, if they were particularly cruel, they’d push into my ass while they did all of those things. Trying to hurt me. Body after sweaty male body. Drowning me in that horrible moldy, blood-soaked odor as they took from me what I had no choice but to give. So, I’d become in control of who could tell me what to do. Until now. Until Alaric. In that moment I both hated him and desired him. "Alaric, please." I whispered fearfully as he returned to pin me against the wall ag
Alaric was right. I was already wet for him, but my pride demanded I not admit that my foolish body was reacting even though I didn't want it to. Damn him. "Alaric, stop." I whispered it so weakly, even I knew I didn't mean it. He laughed. "That's not what you want, is it?" He purred against my cheek. Making goosebumps rise on every inch of my flesh. Making bits of fur push at my pores trying to rise. A primal growl erupted from my throat. And I felt the tingling behind my eyes that told me they were changing to yellow. Suddenly every shadow in the black dungeon came to life. Blooming into hazy shapes I could now identify. "Are you ready to be treated like a true female, rather than a princess trying to demand what she wants?" He released my body, and I felt a chilly sense of loss combined with a great sense of relief. My leg dropped back down and he took a step back. I'd withstood this onslaught. Pride int