Zyra moaned as I withdrew from her, her body aching.“Is your pretty mouth done being defiant yet?” I snapped. “Or should I fill that too?”“You’re despicable.”“I’m aware.” I said dully. Feeling a hint of remorse as I saw the way she bowed over as I stepped back from her.Obviously aching.She turned and took a few steps. Ignoring her robes on the ground.“Where do you think you’re going?” I asked. My words making her stiffen. “I didn’t say I was done.”“Please, Magus…” She whispered without turning.“My Magus.” I corrected.“Please let me go, My Magus.” She said so softly I barely heard her.I hesitated a moment. Feeling myself soften. Afterall, I was angry, but I didn’t hate her.I want her. Always.“No, Zyra.” I said as softly as she had.“Come back here.” I pointed toward my feet.She returned. Shoulders slumped in defeat.I was gratified that finally she could acknowledge I was formidable. Finally, she knew she couldn’t win against me unless I let her.After years of torturing m
I reached a hand between us and stroked her as tenderly as I had the night next to the fire when she’d put my hand there and pushed my finger inside her. I hardened at the mere memory of how wet she’d been. How her body had clenched my finger.Despite herself her head tipped back slightly, and she moaned. Her knees lifting as her body instinctively positioned for me.“Good Woman.” I whispered near her ear. My breath stirring her long straight hair.“Relax. Don’t fight me.” I lowered my hips and when I entered her this time, I did it excruciatingly slow. Inch by inch.She hissed through her teeth, at the ache, the unexpected sensation and the slow stretching of her body. Her hands snapped up and her nails dug into my biceps.I gave her body a moment to adjust. Amends for all the harm I’d done.“Are you ready?”Biting her lip, she nodded hesitantly. Her eyes slid sideways.“No, Zyra. Look at me while I’m inside you.”She kept her eyes aside, so I thrust hard once.Gasping her gaze flew
SUMMARY:Unfortunately, in this day and age it has been outlawed for pack wolves to mate with human women.Worse yet. Females being born to the packs are becoming increasingly rare.Further concerning, is the Full Moon's arrival. The Mating Moon.The males are strong, aggressive and they want to breed the perilously few females.I've stayed from the limelight by hiding in my Grandmama's hut at night and sneaking out to hunt only during the day.Avoiding most of them.The only one that really knows about me is our young Alpha.He's caught my scent.And I know his. He's been marking around my hut and scratching at the door at night. He wants to possess me.And what he wants he gets.I'm fast. But he is notorious for his speed and brutality.Where can I run when everywhere in the village and woods the males are in rut?I've no choice but to run. And nowhere to run to.TEASER:"Between that and your woman's scent," He pointed at my groin. "I can find you anywhere. I'll have more of you an
1350It was relatively well-known what the fate of the breedable females was in our pack. I was the oldest of the breedables so I understood it better than the younger ones.I’ve been avoiding the males during the Mating Moon longer than the rest. I did understand the expansion of the pack was essential and that mates were what would provide the next generation.The same plague that was killing humans had mutated and affected the packs. Very few were able to stay together but mothers and daughters refused to leave their young and their families leading to mostly the males who were bold enough to venture off alone until much of the plague had waned off. This left a population of males much more prevalent than females.She-wolves are now one of the rarest commodities. I had been mentoring Samantha that eventually she would have to let one of the males mate her but the brutality of the males under the Mating Moon was well-known. The elder she-wolves told tales cautioning of it.And in tr
Even as I thought it I looked up and saw him crossing the camp purposefully toward us as though summoned by our thoughts.He has a tendency to do that.Marta lifted the hood of her cloak and dropped to a knee in deference as the elders of the pack were expected to.Well I’m not expected to. I leapt to my feet instead. Sending the wooden cup containing my tea sloshing to the ground near the fire. And turned to bolt but as fast as he was notorious for, he was at my elbow.“Where are you going, Lyra Lani?”“I-I…”He tilted his head and gave me a waiting look.A wave of power washed over me. It reminded me of exactly why he was alpha. His strength, speed and magic were well-known. I suspected it was why we had so few challengers dare to arrive at our walls.He was definitely a force to reckon with.I didn’t want to reckon with him at all.His sheer size was enough to disconcert me. Though far from massive, he was tall and lean and somehow still more imposing then men far bigger.I looked
The Mating Moon was on the rise. In just a few days’ time the males would be wild with the need to mate. Driven by sexual hunger to take rather than ask.And there were perilously few females in our pack. I was more than beginning to worry.Draven’s words echoed in my mind. This year he would claim me as his.I hadn’t told a soul, not even Marta. I know what she’ll say.She’ll tell me to submit to him.But truthfully, Draven terrified me. He was utterly in control of everything. Emanating strength and dominance. And here I was…just me. I tried to help the lost in the pack and stay from view.I didn’t even know why he’d set his sights on me.But every day he was getting more doggedly determined.***Tonight I had waited for dawn when I knew most of the wolves were in. Since we were mostly nocturnal, most preferred the night. Only Jaecar and the Hayden brothers who did the night watch were about during the day.And none of them are a threat to me.They all already had their mates picked
It was one night until the eve of the Mating Moon and I was drying bits of fruit and gorging myself on the food in my hut and ensuring I’d have everything I needed to survive the night hidden.Now I was working on weaving a basket I could keep it all in when I heard the knock on the door and nearly let the whole thing unravel.Marta? Sometimes Marta would come to my hut late in the evening to have tea next to the fire with me.The young males didn’t bother her since she was already mated and an elder.But as I put my hand on the handle I could feel the waves of power rolling through the door.“Go away Draven…” I took a step back.“Open the door, Lyra Lani.” He coaxed.I shook my head and retreated further.“Don’t make me kick it down.” He crooned before his voice hardened to a snapping order. “Open the door.”Without any real conscious thought I lunged forward to toss it open. Instinctively obeying my alpha.He didn’t hesitate to duck the frame and step inside.Making me retreat backw
“Please go, Draven.” I tried to sound stern. Staring up at him dominating my hut with his oversized presence.He crossed the room in two long steps and knocked the chair aside with one swing of his hand. Leaving me vulnerable and trapped in the corner between the wall and the table.My eyes skid sideways as I debated trying to slide down the wall past him. He’s too close.He’s going to have me here. Just like he just said he would. I was starting to sweat in my panic.He sniffed. “You smell good. Sweet like the first morning of spring.”He slammed his hands to the wall on each side of me which made me jump.My eyes immediately falling to the floor next to me as I struggled to ignore his presence.Far too close!His earthen scent filling my nostrils and making something low in my belly tighten. Heat and power rolled off him in waves that made me want to shrink into the wall.He growled and molded his body against me. Planting his knee between mine and against the wall so he was flush a
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