Taken by the Pack (Werewolf Romantic Erotica) Read online

  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 of lust. There was something raw and animalistic in the way he was 'cleaning' me - sort of romantic, in a caveman-ish sort of way.

  “G-god, that feels...so...” I tried, but words were a struggle, and I soon gave up the effort.

  The air was thick with my moans and the sounds of his tongue coursing up my sensitive flesh. A distant thought broke through the haze, and I was suddenly grateful that no one was around to see what we were doing.

  The arguments that had been running through my brain were gone now, replaced with an insistent humming pleasure that I hadn't experienced...well, ever. I had forgotten John completely, and I had no desire to escape. That all changed later, of course, but Colt had taken over my will and I was completely powerless to stand against him.

  The worst part was that I didn't even want to.

  “You are pure now,” Colt said, his pale eyes lifting to study my face. “Now...you belong to me.”

  He shot upright and before I even knew what he was doing, his lips were on mine. It was the first kiss we had shared, and it was obvious that he wasn't overly experienced at it. His lips were clumsy and awkward, and his tongue didn't seem to know WHAT to do, let alone how to do it.

  Nevertheless, I moaned into his mouth as his obvious desire leaked through the inept kiss. I took command of the gesture, allowing him access to my mouth and - with some difficulty - showed him what to do. It wasn't the best kiss I'd ever had, but it was certainly the most erotic. I could taste myself on his lips, and the thought made me somehow even more horny.

  “You've never done this before, have you?” I asked as our lips broke apart. It was obvious, of course, but I wanted to make certain before we went any further. He was so big downstairs that he might hurt me if he got too...exuberant.

  “You are my first mate,” Colt said. To his credit, he didn't sound embarrassed or nervous the way another man might. He almost seemed proud of his inexperience. “Our tribe doesn't 'practice' before we meet the ones we're prepared to share our lives with.”

  “You know that I have a life of my own, right?” I said. I tried to force the anger back into my voice, but that fire had dimmed after what he'd done just before the kiss. “I can't...I'm not just going to go off with you, Colt.”

  Colt had no reply for that. Instead, he took my hand and led me a short distance to where a large, flat rock waited in the center of a field. A myriad of flowers dotted the area, painting the scene in a rainbow of colors. The sun was just past its zenith in the sky, and there was a cool breeze in the air.

  It was beautiful - an oasis paradise in the middle of the forest.

  “Is this where we've been heading this whole time?” I asked, my eyes captivated by the scenery surrounding us.

  “This is the place,” Colt confirmed. There was an awed, starry-eyed expression on his face. “I have been dreaming of this moment since I was a little one - this is where mating bonds are formed.”

  I swallowed roughly. I knew that here was where this had all been heading, of course, but the reminder was unnecessary. “There’s only one rock. Only one mating at a time, huh? Do lines ever form?”

  “Mating bonds are not formed frequently,” Colt replied with a sharp glance. “In fact, most bonds occur only once - and they are for life.”

  His words hit me like a sack of bricks. For LIFE? “I'm not...you stole me, Colt, you can't have me forever. You know that, don't you?”

  “Come,” he demanded, ignoring my words. He lifted his hand for me to take it.

  I took the proffered hand, knowing that it was pointless to resist him. Besides, part of me wanted to go along with the whole thing. “You're just setting yourself up for disappointment,” I said as he led me to the stone. “I'm already claimed.”

  Colt smiled humorlessly. “Your prior mate is welcome to claim his territory whenever he wishes. He may have you back...once he has defeated me in 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 marriage. I wasn't fighting Colt, I was facilitating him. As he pulled out and pushed back in, I was meeting him thrust for thrust. I moaned with him, tasting myself on his tongue as he pushed deeper and deeper inside me.

  I was his mate, his lover, his woman - and, unless he was careful about it, I would bear his children. Why didn’t I feel more upset about that tiny little fact?

  Colt sped up suddenly, pounding into me with sudden force. It hurt – his inexperience was beginning to show through. The sheer, animalistic intensity made up for it though, swirling the pain in with my pleasure in a whirlwind of sensation that I’d never experienced before. My eyes rolled back into my head, stunned into submission by the unexpected pleasure.

  “Gods,” Colt said with a groan. “It’s – it’s time…”

  “N-No,” I whimpered, though it was a token statement at best and we both knew it. “Not…not in me…”

  As was to be fully expected, he ignored the statement completely as he pounded into me three more times before freezing mid-thrust. He growled his pleasure as his shaft contracted against my tight muscles – and a warmth of heat flooded into me as he released his seed. The heat of his orgasm was unexpected, almost burning me with the intensity of it. I was far too wet to actually feel the blasts of his passion, but I was more aware of him than I was any other of my previous lovers.

  The realization of that was enough to send me over the edge. I had come before during our lovemaking, but the sensation that scorched its way through my body was on a different level entirely. It was like I was being ripped apart by the passion, torn in several directions at once as my mind tried to keep track of it all. It was impossible and, after a few confused seconds, I let go…releasing myself to the pleasure.

  It wasn’t just a physical thing, though. It was as if my thoughts and emotions were being torn in several pieces…reshaping in new ways before returning to normal. My prior lovers – including my husband – had never touched me so deeply and with so much intensity. It was incredible.

  I’m not sure how long the experience actually lasted. It was like a drug high – time slowed to a crawl around me as the remnants of my orgasm died down. I was hesitant to open my eyes…I was sure that I would come back to reality with the memories of what I’d done fresh in my mind. I had cheated on my husband – almost willingly – and I felt very little remorse about the whole thing.

  There was no way I could keep deluding myself forever, though. Sooner or later, I’d need to admit the truth to myself. So, reluctantly, I opened my eyes to glance up at my lover.

  Colt wasn’t looking at me. His muscles were rigid and tense above me and his chest heaved up and down slowly from the exertions of our lovemaking, but his attention was drawn elsewhere.

  “Are you alright?” I asked. My voice sounded timid and meek, but I suddenly found myself worried for him. Why I cared so much about the man who’d forced his attentions on me, I wasn’t sure…but I did.

  “You cheating dog.”

  The voice came not from my lover’s mouth but from somewhere in the woods. My blood turned to ice at the words, and I instantly thought of John. Had he found me already? Colt’s shaft was still rigid inside me, his warm seed and flesh filling me to the brim. My cheeks still burned with the flush of my pleasure. I couldn’t explain away what had happened…Colt had fucked me and I had enjoyed it.

  It wasn’t John. Craning my neck as far as I could, I saw a female face peeking out of the woods. She was middle aged with white locks in her jet-black hair. Her face was lined from countless years spent in the sun and there was a long, thin pair of scars on the side of her neck. The set of her mouth was in a grim line, as if she were upset by what she was seeing. Like Colt, she was completely nude.

  “You have another lover?” I asked, shooting him a curious expression. A streak of jealous fury swept through me, though I tried hard to ignore it. What did I care who he slept with? It wasn’t like I had any real claim on him or anything.

  “No,” he said stiffly. “You are the only one, remember?”

  That was true – he was supposedly a virgin. Or, at least, he had been. “Then…why did she call you a cheater?”

  “Because he is one,” a new voice said. A man stepped around a tree, his hair a mane of blonde locks. He was older than Colt, though not by much. He too was naked and sporting a massive erection. Apparently, he was enjoying the view – his eyes raked up and down the length of my bare body. “You know the rules, Colt.”

  “And I told my father I would bend them,” Colt replied defiantly. His body stiffened within me, making me shudder with a small orgasm. I was still widely sensitive to every movement he made. “I wanted to do this without intimidation, Kelso. I wanted her to know me as a man!”

  “Um, not to interrupt,” I said, my voice small and squeaky, “but can you let me up now? I feel…uh, exposed, like this.”

  I’m not sure any of them heard me, least of all Colt. He seemed to even bear down a bit, as if to protect me from the others.

  I’m not much of an exhibitionist…I didn’t even really like for people to see me in a swimsuit. Having all the strange faces around us and seeing my naked body so intimately connected with Colt made my face scorch with sudden embarrassment. How long would it be before the whole forest knew I was there on that rock with a stranger buried balls-deep inside me?!

  Apparently, no one else cared for my plight. Hell, I’m not entirely sure the newcomers had even noticed I was still there.

  “Your brothers all did things the way they were supposed to be
done,” the woman said, her arms folded with obvious contempt. It occurred to me that she might have been Colt’s mother…the age difference felt about right. “Just because the third in line wants to change tradition doesn’t mean he’s allowed to.”

  “Had I known you would cheat, Colt, I would have taken her for myself,” the man Colt had referred to as Kelso added. “She certainly is lovely.”

  “I’m not just property that’s up for the taking!!” I shouted, a lance of anger sliding through me at his words. I kicked and shuffled, trying desperately to get out from under Colt. I might as well have been wrestling a wall for as much good as it did.

  “Unfortunately, dear human child, that’s exactly what you are,” the woman said, her eyes softening as she glanced at me. Her ire seemed directed at Colt alone. “Your lover here didn’t tell you everything that you need to know…now that you two are mated, it’s too late. You’ve been trapped.”

  “Y-yes,” I agreed. “He...he took me. I have a husband...this was against my will...”

  The speech was trite and pathetic and everyone knew it, including me. Everyone could see the blush on my cheeks and the way my chest heaved rhythmically in the aftermath of my orgasms. Fortunately, no one felt the need to dispute the matter.

  “Bringing you here was not the trick, child. Finding a mate and bringing them to this place is the way our tribe prospers. That part he did correctly.”

  My heart sank at her words. Did the others approve of him stealing a woman against her will? Or did they know that she'd been - in essence - a willing participant?

  “What you did improperly, Colt, was not to tell your mate the entire truth. Do you think that we do things the way we do for no reason, child? Your father's method - do you discard it so callously?”

  “She'll know soon enough anyways,” Colt said through gritted teeth. “I didn't see the point of scaring her prematurely. Look at her, Mother - I chose properly. The last thing I wanted to do was scare her away.”

  There was a rustle of movement through the underbrush and the woman emerged into my line of sight. Her full, supple frame looked better in the sunlight - age had been kinder to her body than it had been to her face.