I did as he'd ordered and fled to the rickety bridge crossing the creek. Barely making it over as the males returned in wolf form. They eyed the swaying boards, disliking the sight of them. They'll have to return human, to risk it. A nearly impossible feat for a wolf under the Mating Moon. It was a well-known fact that once we succumbed to the Mating Moon and took on wolf form, our primal nature took over at such a level that it was difficult to force your body to do anything. Other than what the beast desires… I ran as hard as I could. Knowing I'd have only a bit of time. It'd take a long awhile, if at all, for them to overpower the moon's effect. *** But when I looked back again, I saw among the wolves there was one that was different. One hunter which was still in human form. The strongest and most powerful, the only male among these, able to resist the bright gaze of the Mating Moon. The alpha. Draven strolled through them and across the bridge while they paced and whimp
Wolves surrounded the hut. Scratching at the doors and shaking the walls. They're everywhere. Desperate to get in. They were determined to find an opening into the hut. They want me. I chewed my lip as I backed up to the door fumbling for the locks. Thinking perhaps risking the multiple predators out there might be easier than facing the one that had lured me here. The fiercest of them all. "I wouldn't do that…” He leaned against one of the center beams. Crossing his ankles and his arms over his chest. “I don’t want anymore.” I whispered. Nearly whining. “I’m aware.” He inspected his flat fingernails. “But if you go out there, they'll all want to mount you. So, you have a choice.” He dropped his hand and his gaze levelled on me. Dark and flecked with gold which boded ill for me. Gray means he’s calmer. “Do you want to satisfy them all or just me?" He quirked a black brow. *** I swallowed convulsively. "I don't want to be marked!" "No." He corrected. Giving me a feral star
I averted mine to the floor at my side. “What are you going to do to me?” He caught my chin and lifted it so my eyes met his. “Everything...” His hand flicked my hood off and plucked the laces of my cloak. Sweeping it open to cup a breast in his callused hand. "Don't do this to me." I begged. Closing my eyes against the sight of him touching me. "Begging so soon?" He clucked in his cheek. "I thought you had more fight than that." I peeled my eyes open and looked fearfully at him. What's that mean? I'm not permitted to fight him. He's the Asara Alpha! "Most of the females want me to take them." "Then go get them." I tossed my arm limply. "Why me? I've never done anything to you!" Never upset you. Never disturbed you! "No you haven't." He looked at me thoughtfully. "Perhaps that's the problem." "I'm not a problem!" I frowned. "You are. You're the only female who doesn't want to be my mate." He's likely right. "Please, Draven." I tried a last time. Don't try and turn me int
I considered fighting him. But where would I go? Opening the door would only let the others in, as he'd said. I couldn't get to that roof hatch he'd mentioned. And this was all one large open room. He watched my face avidly. "That's right, Lyra. Nowhere to run now." Then he sunk into me. *** I yelped against the soreness and lurched up. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed them back down. Pinning me to the floor. Though he was still. Simply resting there, embedded in me I shook from the discomfort. The unwanted stretching of my body to accommodate him. And the painful soreness inside. I lifted my hands to cover my face so I'd not see what he was doing to me. "Move them." He commanded. "Or I swear, I'll destroy you." He bucked hard into me. Making me hiss in pain as I realized what he was saying. I whimpered and hesitantly lowered my hands. "Adjust to it. Learn the feel of it. It only hurts if you fight it. I'm male. Intended to fill you, a woman, like this." I dre
I knew as he came again that it was well and truly done. I couldn't escape him he was going to make me his. Tonight. After he came he slumped atop me. Tucking his face into the crook of my neck and winding his fingers into the blonde curls along my head to hold me there as if savoring my scent. "Why did you pick me, Draven?" I whimpered. "You could've had them all." He sighed. Lifting his head. And I saw his eyes were that dark shade, flinted with yellow. "I've told you over and over again, Lyra. You were made to be mine. Do you know why father brought you into the pack?" I chewed my cheek, shaking my head. *** I remembered Edrick, the former alpha, coming across me, hiding in the woods and I remembered the boys at his side. Draven and his little brother, Alaric. I was one of the few Alaric had said goodbye to before he'd gone after the she-wolf that'd escaped over the wall, Lara which I'd heard was now hiding amongst humans. Something against our sacred code. But she'
“Please stop looking at me that way.” “What way?” He took a step next to me. Trailing his hand over my hip and letting the back of his knuckles drag along my lower back. “Like I’m something you intend to run down.” Like a prey animal. “I’ve already run you down, My Mate.” My head whipped to watch him moving around behind me. “I’m not your mate.” He was thoughtfully assessing my backside. His gaze lingering on my ass and the curve of my thighs and calves. “But you will be…” “What if I refuse?” He laughed. “How will you manage that, Lyra?” He suddenly stepped against my back. And I felt the heat of his chest against my shoulder blades. The strong beating of his heart pulsing rhythmically against my back. A heart as fierce as he is. I expected some horribly intimate touch. But instead of fondling me his hands lightly framed the outside of my hips. Making my feet slip along the floor with his nearness. “Seems to me, Darling, that you’re completely at my mercy.” He breathed ne
Despite that he was still in human form, he was already generating power and authority in wild waves that made me want to duck my head. I averted my gaze to the side, but he snatched my chin and turned my face back to him. “You do not look away.” He commanded. “All wolves shy from the alpha’s gaze but his mate. She averts only when her challenge has been called by him.” “Challenge? I’ve never challenged you.” He tossed his head back and laughed outright. “Haven’t you?” “’Twas never my intent.” “No. But it is you’re way. You’re a strong, bold, defiant woman. Perfectly suited to a man that can gentle her.” “I won’t be tamed!” I snapped. “Having heard the term before and hating it anew.” “I did not say ‘tame’, Lyra. I’ve no wish to kill your spirit. I just want to gentle you to my hand.” “I don’t know what that means.” “You will.” With that, he was clearly done talking. Sweeping my calf up to hook over his hip. Holding it there with one hand while his other reached for the soft
His pace was methodical as he ruthlessly filled me and retracted until the same sensations rose and fell twice more. Finally, he roared and I watched the reactions of his body. Minute flexing of muscles the whitening of his fingertips, the flushing of his lips as he came. Despite myself, I found the reactions of his body under the virulent claws of pleasure beyond erotic. Finally, he stepped from me to swipe at the beads of sweat gathered along his forehead with the back of one wrist. He lowered my leg but both shuddered and gave beneath me. Leaving me to dangle by my wrists. Rattling the chains slightly as I became too weak to stand. I felt the bite of the metal in the edges of my hands, but I was too worn out to care. My desperate flight and then the anxiety of what was to come. The straining of my body as he taken me so forcefully the first time, then again on the floor, had left me exhausted. I’ve no energy left. I was alr
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