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
I watched the other women. They lurked around the fire. Two liked the Mating Moon and were slinking about. Rubbing their shoulders on the trees. Knowing in a few hours their scent would drive the males wild. Two others were like me. They hid. Samantha had the Border Guard, Jaecar help her fortify her hut, and she'd lock herself in under the Mating Moon. Like she does every year. I wished I had a friend to help me do something similar. But I trusted none of the males enough to allow them to help me. Besides...I rather thought she was a fool. Samantha. It hadn't dawned on her the way Jaecar, the Border Guard, looked at her. He'll be having a taste of her soon enough. I'd seen other males look at she-wolves they intended to breed, just the same way Jaecar looked at her... And though he'd been kind to her for years, helping her isolate in her tiny stronghold, I suspected he'd built himself a back way in. And one day, one day, she'd learn she shouldn't have trusted him. Though I
"Now would you little Lyra Lani?" A smile twitched the corner of his mouth.Telling me what answer I should give.But something else attracted my attention."How’d you know I’d be out here?" I barely whispered."You're one of fifteen females in my pack, only seven of which are breedable. And you're by far the most beautiful." He chuckled. "I'm always painfully aware of where you are."“That’s how you found me out bathing.”“Correction.” He lifted a finger. “I was already out here when you came out to bathe. And for the record,” He leaned close to whisper near my ear. “it wasn’t the first time.”***I reared back in shock. Meeting his dark laughing eyes. Such a strange shade of gray blue that they seemed nearly black in dim lighting."I have a lover!" I blurted out.I didn’t. But it seemed the right thing to say to perhaps dissuade him."But not a mate?" He released one of my arms to straighten his head at me, giving me a sideways look. Challenging me to continueHe doesn't believe me.
I cowered in the tree. Clinging to the branches. I'd found a spot that would balance me even after the moon forced me to shift. But it would manage to cradle my wolf body until morning.And wolves can't climb. So it was the only guaranteed way I'd be safe until morning. Unmated.I chewed my lip and worried. What if he spotted me before he turned?I could see the fire in the distance and knew it was unlikely. And the moon was already stirring the sky and soon they'd all be changed and no one could get to me.The only way I'd come down is if he ordered me down. The sky turned dark and the sun was falling one direction. The moon rising in the other and my heart was beginning to race.Knowing soon my scent would fill the woods, I began to panic. Wondering if I should flee back to my hut. But my Grandmama was there and the alpha had made a threat.What if he went to make good on it?He wasn't known for being terribly sympathetic.I looked at the darkening forest floor beneath me and wanted
I jerked the laces at the neckline of my cloak. When his grip landed on my shoulder and his fist tightened, I swept my arms out from the garment and let him pull it off my shoulders. Freeing me to run. With him capturing only cloth, I spurred from his grip. Yes. I'd escaped, but it unleashed hip length gold locks which had at least been held down by the cloak to be flat over my shoulder and back. Now they swirled in the wind in a wild riot of curls that flashed between the trees. Like a gold banner as I dodged through trunks. Losing Draven for a minute, as he paused when he'd thought he had me. That pause giving me enough time to put distance between us. Glaring at the cloak before swearing and violently tossing it down. Gaze locking on my back. He’s nowhere near done with me yet. I could feel it. *** Blowing a relieved breath, I slowed my pace as I worked to come up with a strategy. A way to lose him more thoroughly. I can't run forever. And he is faster than anything I
Draven eagerly dropped to his hands and feet and crawled at me at great speed. He lowered to dip his face into my woman’s area. Sniffing and flicking out a tongue to lathe me. “Mmm. Delicious. I can’t wait to feel you.” “Don’t!” I begged. “I’ll do anything! You can have my hut, my things. Anything.” “I intend to have you. Here.” He gestured to my pinned body. Another man now held my head in place so I couldn’t even toss that. There's too many of them to fight off. Draven growled and slid up over my body. Smelling like dirt and rain and heated male sweat. His bare chest rippling over me as he slid almost serpent like up my naked flesh. Soon I felt him probing my entrance. His hard length feeling like a small fist probing the soft lips at the crux of my thighs. *** He entered me with an exulted grunt. Pleasured to feel my walls clench around him. “Good. Yes.” He paused as he reached a filmy barrier. Giving me an almost apologetic look as he surged through it. It felt hot insid
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