Taken by the Pack (Werewolf Romantic Erotica) (3 page)

“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.

She moved beside us and her hand reached out to stroke the side of my body. I stiffened, horrified by the intimate touch of this strange woman.

“D-do you mind...?!” I stammered, trying futilely to squirm away. Colts massive muscles and still rock-hard erection inside me, though, kept me firmly in place. I felt like a pig on a spit, and the watchful eyes of the newcomers were the fire.

“She's young,” the woman conceded, paying no attention to my outburst. “Pretty, too. Nice hips, too - she'll handle birth well enough. She certainly can handle YOU, after all...as you are now, anyways.

“That doesn't change anything, though. Just because she can handle this-”

The woman reached down between our legs and grabbed Colt's shaft. Without any obvious embarrassment on either of their parts, she moved the stiff flesh to emphasize her point. His cock shifted with the motion, stimulating me even further.

“-doesn't mean that you're helping the tribe in any way! You're just being selfish!”

“Does anyone in your family have a concept of personal space?” I asked, my patience finally snapping. “Your son just took me for a ride in public and you have your hands all over me. He's
still
rock hard in me, for Christ's sake. Can I please get up now so I can feel like a woman and not just a side of meat?!”

The woman had the good grace to look abashed. Her hand, which had been resting casually on my exposed breast, popped up as if she'd been burned.

“We sometimes forget about things like that out here in the wild, my dear - I'm sorry about that. Being surrounded by big, brutish beasts for a couple of decades will do that to you. I'm sorry about this - it's hard enough to complete the love ceremony for our new mates
without
complications like this popping up.”

Colt grunted but otherwise said nothing. He hadn't moved an inch.

“The problem is that he can't pull out yet. There's...well, there's a complication.”

“He's already come, if that's what you're concerned about.” My voice came out in a bitter rush.

“It's not, but it's good to know my son's competent in that aspect.” There was a touch of pride in her gravelly voice. “What's your name, child?”

For a moment, I considered not answering. In the end, though, that seemed unnecessarily childish. At least this person was TRYING to answer my questions. “Anna.”

“That's a pretty name.” She shot me a warm smile; her teeth were imperfect but unexpectedly white for a forest dweller. “I was once called Eileen, though I am mostly called either Mother or Mate. This is one of my sons, Kelso...”

She gestured to the attractive male newcomer, who simply grinning with open fascination in my direction. I got the impression that he would have paid good money to trade places with my lover at that moment.

“...and, of course, you've already met my third son.”

Colt tilted his head towards his mother and a curious expression formed on his lips. I got the impression that some form of unspoken communication had passed between them, but I couldn’t even begin to guess at its content.

“It’s lovely to meet you all,” I said, injecting as much sarcasm into my voice as I could manage. “It’s a shame that my
husband
isn’t here – he loves to meet new people. Should we go get him?”

Eileen’s eyes narrowed into slits. “Do you think that you’re the only one around here that’s been snatched away from another life?” Her voice, which had been gentle only moments before, now lashed like a whip. “My mate found me when I was a week away from the wedding I’d been planning with my fiancé for nearly a year. I was pregnant with his baby, for God’s sake. There are always those with worse situations than you, girl.”

I refused to allow myself to feel sorry for her. “So…what? Have you been enlightened by the way your husband and sons capture their women? Have you been converted to their point of view now that you’ve seen it in action?”

“Of course not,” Eileen said, her voice chilling noticeably. Her gaze shot daggers at her sons, neither of whom seemed to notice. “It’s disgusting and barbaric and wrong and I’ve made my feelings known to my mate many times over the years. Have you ever tried to convince an Alpha male to change his mind? It’s like trying to digest a stone.”

“The survival of the pack is absolute,” came a low growl of a voice from the forest, “even if you don’t agree with the methods.”

There was a rustle from somewhere behind my head, though I couldn’t see the newcomer no matter how much I craned my neck. The others could, though – and I could tell from their expressions that this was an important figure indeed.

Kelso’s eyes lowered to stare at the ground, and Eileen’s stern expression was suddenly subdued. Colt, though, was the most affected; his eyes lowered so much that it looked as though they were shut. For the first time since he’d laid me down on the rock, I could feel his shaft soften inside me. Not by much, mind you, but a little.

For as downtrodden as he seemed, though, Colt’s voice was defiant as he spoke. “I stand by my actions, father.”

“That is because you are an ignorant whelp,” the man replied. His tone was neutral, without any of the hot anger his son and mate had possessed. “You are stubborn and persistent…I like that about you. The problem is in the method of delivery that you’ve chosen.”

“She doesn’t need to fear me,” Colt hissed. “Can she not just love the man first?! Look at how my mother cowers at your approach – I don’t want that for
my
mate!”

Eileen’s eyes flashed with sudden anger, but she kept her silence. Obviously she had no vocal opinion on the subject…not in front of her mate, anyways.

There was another rustling footstep, and he was there beside me – the most intimidating man I’d ever seen in my life. He was at least fifty or so and his skin was leathery from the years spent in the sun. He had a long silver beard that extended halfway down his chest and his bare flesh was covered with faded scars.