Taken by the Pack (Werewolf Romantic Erotica) Read Free

aloud, though, made it suddenly all too real.
    “I don't...I'm married, Colt - and I don't even know you!”
    “I have been charged by my father to find a mate and grow our tribe. You are the one.”
    Words failed me. “D-do I not have a choice in the matter?”
    “You'll find, Anna, that the choice is easier than you think.”
    He took a smooth step towards me, and I turned my head back to face him. His cock, which had been impressive but limp as we traveled the woods, was now rigid with anticipation. He easily trumped my husband in both length and girth, and he hadn't needed a few minutes to get it up. There was something to be said about the wild man.
    Not that that MATTERED, right? There was no way I was even...!
    He was standing before me then, raising his massive hands to the straps of my dress. I knew what he was going to do well before he actually did it, but my mouth was suddenly too dry to speak. No protest left me as he released the straps holding it in place...and I did nothing to stop the fabric as it fell to the ground in a crumpled heap.
    I hadn't worn a bra in days, and - thanks to the sex with John only an hour before - I hadn't bothered putting my panties back on. We were quite a sight, two people in the middle of nowhere, standing completely naked in the middle of an open field.
    My mind raced for an explanation. He was huge and would hurt me if I tried to fight back. There was some sort of mysticism that had turned me into his sex slave. The only way to get away from Colt was to give him what he wanted.
    The possibilities ran through my mind one after the other, making me feel marginally better. I tried not to think about the real reason I was standing inert as the man took me for his mate...
    I was wildly - insanely - horny.
    Colt was no fool. “You told me that you didn't want me, but your body is telling me a different story. The air is thick with your pheromones.”
    “That's not true,” I breathed, but we both knew that was a lie. I was practically panting for him. “I...I don't want this. I love my husband, Colt - don't make me do this.”
    “I am not doing a thing,” Colt said. There was a lustful glint in his eyes. “I am merely showing you my interest. Any...advances...from you stem from your own mating instincts.”
    I didn't have a chance to argue with that, because he was on me then - his strong muscles pressing into me like a wall. My brain was screaming for me to run and move and get away from his advances...but my body refused to listen.
    Instead, my traitorous chin obediently lifted skyward as he nipped on the soft flesh of my neck. A soft moan escaped me as his lips trailed down the tender skin towards my collarbone and - after an agonizingly slow journey - to the contours of my breasts.
    “They'll be...looking for me...” I said, though my voice sounded small and weak, even to myself. “If they find me...”
    “You don't want them to, though, do you?” Colt interrupted.
    His gaze was penetrating me to the core, rendering me unable to speak. I could only manage a small shake of my head as his lips traveled further down. His slick tongue caressed my tender nipples, making them stiffen with excitement.
    “How are you doing this?” I whispered.
    Instead of answering, Colt's hands suddenly dropped - and he fell to his knees. For a terrifying moment, I thought that he had been hurt; that thought evaporated, though, when that familiar tongue ran up the length of my pussy.
    “N-no,” I protested weakly, “I'm not...I'm dirty...”
    There wasn't much fervor to my protest. I hadn't been eaten out since before I'd gotten married; it was something John had adamantly refused to do. Colt, on the other hand, seemed to have no such qualms.
    “You have been marked by another man,” Colt said, his voice muffled from between my legs. “Before you can be my mate properly, that mark must be removed.”
    So Colt hadn't forgotten. Part of me was disgusted, but mostly I felt a fresh surge