Taken by the Pack (Werewolf Romantic Erotica) Read Free Page B

combat.”
    “You haven't fought him yet,” I said, thinking fast. The large stone was cool against my leg as I leaned against it. “Doesn't that mean you haven't really won me? I'm not sure that you eating me out is the same thing.”
    Colt was silent for a long moment. Finally, he tilted his head sideways at me. “The method does not concern me. I have you here at our most sacred spot - that is all that matters.”
    Gently, as if handling a baby animal, he put his hands on my shoulders and lowered me down onto the rock. It was cold against my bare flesh but otherwise surprisingly comfortable. I wondered how many other unwilling maidens had mated with new men on the spot I was now sprawled against.
    “I guess you wouldn't believe me if I said I didn't want this,” I murmured as he got into place above me. The tight muscles of his arms seemed to ripple as he shifted into position.
    He didn't answer me, which didn't surprise me. Hell, I barely believed myself. From the way my body was practically vibrating with lust, saying that I didn't want him was a downright lie. Still, physical lust wasn't the same as really WANTING him, right?
    Why, then, did my arguments sound so reluctant? If I were Colt, I wouldn't have taken me seriously either.
    A strong, insistent pressure pushed against the slick entrance to my pussy. My breathing tightened instinctively; it had been a long time since I'd been with anyone so big, probably not since college.
    Fortunately - or unfortunately, depending on your point of view - his tongue work had done the job and I was soaking wet. With a soft push, the head of his shaft poked past my meager defenses and slipped an inch or two into me.
    The deed was done; this stranger had penetrated my most tender place, the spot I'd promised to John alone. I'd known Colt less than three hours and he'd already taken me completely as his mate...just like he'd promised he would.
    A moan escaped my lips, betraying my pleasure to the kidnapper. Colt, of course, noticed and shot me a wry smile. “Am I still to believe...you didn't want this?”
    I made the mistake of glaring at him - for I was once more caught up in his beautiful eyes. The mesmerizing effect he had, along with the physical pleasure he was providing, was enough to stagger me. God, those eyes of his were dazzling.
    “Just because you know how to use your cock doesn't mean I want you to do it,” I replied, trying to shove as much righteous fury into the words as I could. They came out sounding whiny and petulant.
    Colt's grin widened but he wisely said nothing. In truth, his own shell was beginning to crack; the pleasure of my body had him moaning softly with every other breath. He sounded a bit like a puppy, to be honest.
    After pushing in and out of me experimentally a few times, Colt tested the waters and pressed himself deeper into my slit. I gritted my teeth together as he inched his way into me; I wasn't used to him, having had a much smaller shaft over the last few years. John wasn't small , per se, but he didn't hold a candle to this wild woodsman.
    Finally, with a soft, contented sigh, Colt had filled me completely. His balls rested against the soft flesh of my ass as our pelvic regions met. Not even those crazy college days had me prepared for this; I was so full of Colt that it almost hurt.
    “How long...I've waited for this...” Colt murmured in a whisper, more to himself than to me. “Anna...my mate...”
    My lips quivered in a mixture of lust, pain and guilt. I hadn't wanted any of this...I was a married woman after all. What would John say when I saw him again? My body, at that moment, belonged to Colt - there was no marriage recognized here in the woods. The only thing that mattered was the connection between us, the mating that would end with his seed within me.
    A tiny orgasm swept through me at the thought, making me moan with sudden excitement.
    That was what made me feel so guilty - I didn't even care about my forgotten