Vanquish wanted me to look at him while Hunter mounted my breasts. Using them around his staff to give himself pleasure.
“I won’t.” I croaked through my raw throat.
“Aww. Is that sore?” Racer asked. Sounding more proud then sympathetic. “Aloira and Cindy love it when we leave them sore.”
“Aloira and Cindy are harlots desperate for a mate. Everyone knows that.” I spit on the ground to show my contempt for the two she-wolves.
But Vanquish was locked on my defiance. His slitted yellow eyes were narrowed on me. “We’re going to take you for our mate under the Mating Moon. And learning to obey us could save your life.”
It’s probably true. I knew that males in the Asara Pack were known to kill their mates in the past. It was something the older she-wolves cautioned the younger ones about.
After the Pack Plagues had decimated much of the countryside, the wolves were forced to stray to keep from catching pack contamination. And Edrick, the former alpha, had rounded up the strongest, best hunters, and most skilled at their crafts. Even one man, Magnus, that was both a mage and a wolf.
The downside was that because he’d found the strongest of the strongest to form his pack it meant many of the males were aggressive and strong enough to be alphas of any other pack. Meaning the moon affected them more and they were far more brutal than a normal wolf on the lower rungs of the hierarchy in a normal pack, would be.
I looked at these three and was certain they were lean and brutal enough to lead any other pack.
But challenging Draven would be foolish. Even I knew that.
Vanquish’s annoyance with my disobedience was written over him. Because I refused to look at him while they were having their way with my body.
“You’ll do as I say, or I’ll fuck your throat again too.” Vanquish warned. "It felt damn good to seed in you."
It was so raw I couldn’t imagine someone else having a go at me. Everything on my face hurt.
Jaw, tongue, lips, throat. All of it. I felt like it might never heal.
Now he was threatening to dip his cock in it again. I couldn’t bear the idea. So, I tightened my mouth and glared up at him.
Wincing as Hunter folded my breasts around his cock. Spitting on it to slick it. Before beginning his ministrations.
“Does it feel good?” Vanquish asked.
“Say it does.” He jutted his chin.
I didn’t want to, but he gave me a hard look and started to shift like he’d move to the side of my face.
“It feels good!” I cried in desperation.
“Tell him you want it faster.”
He slapped my cheek lightly.
“Faster.” I complied. Hating Vanquish even more than the other two.
They’re all sons of whores.
They stood over me. The three of them staring down admiringly a moment.
“Pretty little thing.” Racer commented.
“For a Rabbit.” Vanquish added.
Hunter just grunted. Too pleased with having just spurted his fluids along my neck and chin.
“Wash her up.” Vanquish leaned over and hoisted me from the ground. Planting me on my feet facing Hunter. And holding me there until my legs stopped shaking.
Hunter turned me around and hooked his arms behind my elbows to interlock them behind my back. “Strip her down, Van.”
Vanquish complied. Plucking at the laces of my dress then untying the rope so my dress fell around my feet. Then he roughly turned me, and Hunter released me. I faced him again.
“Scrub her good.” Vanquish directed. The hint of anticipation in his voice making me quake.
He’s planning something.
Hunter grabbed me by the waist.
“Wait.” Racer walked up next to Vanquish and jerked my hands behind my back and tied my wrists together.
I blushed in shame and looked away from Hunter. Knowing it made the bobbing mounds he’d just fucked, jut out toward him like an offering.
I chewed my cheek. Afraid of what would happen next.
“Fuck, Van. I’m getting hard again just looking at her."