Taken by the Pack (Werewolf Romantic Erotica) (2 page)

As expected, Colt said nothing in response. He grunted softly as he hopped over a small ditch – yanking me across in the process. I wasn’t even really an effort to tug along, apparently…his massive muscles had no problems directing me wherever he wanted me to go. There would be no thought of getting away from the beast of a man even if I’d wanted to.

And I
did
want to. Didn’t I?

“My husband will worry,” I said, opting for a different angle. “He’s going to assume the worst…he’ll call the cops. They’ll be searching the woods for me by nightfall. At least let me talk to him…”

Colt stopped abruptly, catching me off-guard and yanking my constrained arm back to him. He held me in place inches away from his face, leaving me unable to see anything but his bright, golden eyes.

“My people have called these woods our home for centuries,” he said, his gaze unwavering. “Do you honestly think that we’re afraid of your laws?”

“Of…of course not,” I said, silently cursing the quaver in my voice. “You stole a woman in broad daylight, so I imagine you don’t fear much of anything.”

Colt barked a laugh. It was a coarse growl of a laugh, but there didn’t seem to be any humor in it. “
Stole
? It’s hard to steal what
wants
to be taken.” “You're assuming a lot, Colt,” I said, faking a bravado that I didn't really feel. “I don't run off with other men.”

“Perhaps you don't, Anna. I, however, am not just some other man.”

“Is that right?” I said, some of my courage returning belatedly. “Because taking whatever you want sounds very 'man'-like to me.”

Colt was silent as he digested my words, but his gaze never once wavered from my face. I know this because I was still under whatever spell his eyes had cast on me. I was feeling stronger by the minute, though, and with an intense effort I was able to yank my gaze away.

Once again, I was amazed at the relief I felt to look somewhere else. As I caught my breath, I realized with a start that we had been
breathing
together. In the moments that our gazes were locked, we acted as one unit - one soul. It was both horrifying and fascinating at the same time.

Colt, too, seemed to be breathing erratically. Perhaps he, too, wasn't used to the connection - and the jarring sensation it was to break apart from each other.

“I suppose it's time,” Colt said with a small sigh. “I think we're far enough away from the human encampment now.”

“We're in the middle of the woods, yes,” I said conversationally. As long as I was stuck out here, I might as well be civil with the strange man. Upsetting him may only make things worse. “So...considering your nudity, I doubt that you've got some knife to kill me with. There's no creepy log cabin around here, either. You're not really meeting any of the serial killer tropes that I've heard about.”

He tilted his head sideways at me in that confused expression he was so fond of. “I have no intention of killing you, Anna. Quite the opposite, in fact - I have chosen you for my mate.”

This was, of course, no surprise to me. I didn't figure that he'd 'want me' for my riveting personality, after all. Hearing it 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 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.