Mike's gaze traveled over her slowly, deliberately and a bulge grew in his pants. Mica felt her face flush red as she lay there spread eagle before both men wearing next to nothing and without a means to cover herself.
"Be a good girl and don't say a word until I tell you." Victor ordered her as the light on the camera flashed, and she knew they were being filmed.
"I got his answering machine!" Mike said as he hung the phone up.
"That figures." Victor replied. He stood up, taking his hand from her mouth. She opened it to scream and Mike grinned.
"Girl don't waste your breath. We are on a damn houseboat in the middle of the lake!” He said with a chuckle. Mica couldn't help herself, she glared at him with the vilest look she could.
The glare earned her a grin from both men as they eyed her.
"She's going to be a handful." Mike said.
"Yeah I know. But at least she's Alpha material.” He said as his gaze fixated on her.
"What the hell do you want from me?” She demanded. She tried to mask any fear in her voice. Outsider male werewolves were more than just dangerous to an unmated female.
"Well sweetheart, we want you." Victor told her. He helped Mike position the video camera on a tripod so that it faced the bed. It was aimed directly at her head and shoulders.
"Mike hook up to the Internet, we will record it and send it to his email."
"What are you sending to who?"
"Your father needs to bear witness to this." Mike said. He wasn’t looking at her as he made an adjustment to the camera.
"To what?” Her panic sat on the very edge, threatening to break free. She heard it starting to seep out into her voice.
"What do you think?" Victor said as he stepped closer to the bed.
"What do you need my father to see?”
Victor nodded his head to Mike and he left the room, closing the door behind him.
"You ask too many questions girl." Victor growled. He pulled his T-shirt off over his head and she stiffened.
The man's body was riddled with many scars and was deeply tanned. The muscles in his stomach were like a washboard and his chest was broad and thick. Mica swallowed hard as the look in his eyes deepened. It sent a primal signal to her inner beast. The aching for him began to flow over her; she was shocked by her body’s reaction. Her wolf side shuddered in anticipation of what his musky smell told her. He’d mate her and to her horror, her inner wolf wanted him.
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The heady scent of her musk filled the air around her as he undid his pants and took them off. He smiled as he stood looking down at her. Her eyes appeared mortified, but her scent told him she was more than ready for this.
"Please no.” She said. Her voice cracked, her tenacity from before was no longer evident.
"I'm sorry...but I have to." He told her as he sat beside her on the bed in only his boxer. If the smell of her arousal wasn't in the air around her, Victor wasn't sure he could go through with this. He knew his wolf could as it tugged at the very last bits of control he had over it.
Gently, his fingers crept over her face, and he leaned down close. He sniffed her scent as he did. He saw her nostrils flare as she seemed to breathe in his scent and her eyes fluttered. Victor let his hands trace the curve of her cheek as his mouth descended to hers and he kissed her. Mica didn't kiss him back. She turned her face from him in denial and he forced her face back to his.
"Mica it will be better if you just submit to me as your mate.” He told her. He didn’t want to force the issue on her.
"I'm not your mate.” She growled at him.
"You're going to be, whether you're willing or not.” He threatened.
Victor tugged her nightie up over her hips with his free hand. Her eyes glared at him as his fingers glided over her baby soft skin. She gasped as his hand tore the material free. The flimsy fabric didn't stand a chance against his claws grown long with the beast’s need to have her. The near painful eruption of his fangs in his mouth caused the girl to stare at him wildly.
"Oh my god, you're a Feral!” She whimpered it as if she too would be cursed by the word alone. Members of the Feral pack could morph parts of themselves. No other wolf pack could do this, and it was this hallmark that told her who he was.
"Not hard to tell is it!” He told her.
"You’re Victor Feral!” Her words sounded horrified. The look in her eyes told him she realized she was in her enemy's hands.
He stared at her body as he peeled the remains of her nighty away. His cock throbbed in his boxers, pushing the material outward.
"He will kill you for this!" Mica growled. Her eyes no longer showed any fear, just a simmering rage that lay smoldering beneath her blue eyes.
"He can't kill your mate.”
His fingers traced the small mounds of her breasts. She gasped as her body reacted to his touch. The hard tips looked needy and he massaged her breast in his hand. He saw by the look on her face that she fought the feeling. Lowering his head to her breast he heard Mica whimper softly.
With a slow careful lick, his tongue traced the hard nipple. He felt the tremor run over her. Mica may try to deny him, but her body was not going to. Now all he needed was to get her to comply with the Mating. He sucked the tip of her taut nipple into his mouth as he pinched and pulled a little harder on the other one with his fingers. Mica let a very soft moan escape her mouth. Slowly, he flicked the responsive tip with his tongue and then trailed his way to the other one to lavish it with the same attention. With how receptive she was to his touch, Victor believed Mica would allow him to have her with enough coaxing.
He heard her grind her teeth as a small tremor coursed over her. The rich thick scent of her body's reaction to his touch filled his nose. He’d put her into a heat. Her body made itself ready to be filled with his seed. The tantalizing aroma had him harder than he’d ever been before in his life. Abandoning her breast he sat up to watch her face as one of his hands slid toward the silky material of her thong.
The need was clearly replacing the caustic look from before in her eyes. His finger lightly grazed the edge of her thong and she groaned lightly. The material was already slick and wet with her desire. As he caressed the V shape mound over the top of her underwear he felt her hips reluctant movements. He could tell she tried so hard to resist the caress of his hand. Her clit became defined as it swelled under the material where he made sure to push a little harder every time his fingers moved over it. When they did, her bottom lip quivered and it made him want her even more.
Victor hooked his fingers into the small thin band of the thong and gave it a hard jerk. It tore free from her hips. With a soft growl he tossed the torn remnants to the floor. He devoured her with his eyes as she lay there naked. His own desire so strong it took everything he had not to just crawl on top of her and drive himself into her. He moved his finger again over the short curls and knew he’d enjoy it more if she were to enjoy it too.
The heat of her body radiated from her soft silky wet pussy as he gently pushed a finger into her. Her eyes widened in shock as she moaned.
"You're still a virgin?” He asked. She had to be with how tight her pussy was on just the one finger. She didn't answer him, but then she didn't need to as her face turned red.
"It will hurt.” He said. His mouth fell to hers and this time her lips kissed his as her hips pushed toward his hand between her legs.
Chapter 3
It was something her inner wolf had been waiting for. It needed this for many months now. Every moon her body would start to yearn for something she couldn't fathom. It was a need so strong that father locked her in her room for the week that it lasted. Her urges had been hard on the males in her pack too as they sensed her heat. Now as the enemy of her pack pushed his tongue between her lips and stroked hers, she moaned into his mouth. This would happen tonight and she wasn't afraid of him.
She knew that it was insane, but she wanted it, wanted him, he smelled so good, so tantalizing, that her body
quivered with desire. He was an Alpha, only they could force a heat on a female with their musk, and now she’d mate with him. As his finger moved a little faster within her, she felt as if this was all she’d ever wanted. At least knowing this male lived in the next county made it easier for her to accept him.
She moved her hips to greet Victor's finger inside her as a strange warmth built in her belly. Then he added a second one and it stung a bit at first. But the feeling only lasted a few moments before the warm fires inside her washed away the stinging sensation. The faster he moved, the stronger the heat became and it radiated outwards over her. As their tongues wrestled together his thumb dragged over her hard swollen clit. She heard the slippery wet sounds his fingers pounding into her made.
"Oh yes.” The words slipped from her throat before she could stop them. The electric flash of pleasure raced over her. He rubbed the swollen small nub harder and her hips thrust to get more of the feeling as she shook. Her body needed this and now so did Mica. The feeling was strangely addictive. She wanted more of it the stronger it got. As a heady feeling of delight washed over her, she shuddered uncontrollably.
Suddenly Victor's mouth was gone from her lips and a feeling of a hot wet tongue sliding into her molten core flashed over her. The feeling catapulted Mica to an unfathomable place as a flood washed out over her in the raw electric pulses of her climax. She struggled desperately against her bindings, Mica wanted free. Needed to grab a hold of him, touch him, and feel his body and to have him. Victor growled low and deep. He looked up at her, his eyes glowed a yellowish brown.
His lips were wet with her cream and his mouth descended back to her own. She tasted herself on his tongue as he thrust it into her mouth. The taste added to her growing desire for him to have her and she now didn't care about him being Feral.
"Please untie me. I want to touch you.” She gasped.
"No, not yet.” He growled out over his fangs. He sat up and tugged his boxer off. The long thick shaft bounced as he moved between her spread legs. A glistening bead sat at the tip of the head and he gripped himself in his hand. She trembled again.
"It's too big.” She said with panic as she eyed it. The thoughts of her talk with her best friends earlier came flooding into her mind. They said if it was bigger it would hurt like hell. Mica didn't think there was any way it would be able to go into the place his finger had just had a hard time penetrating.
He looked at her, the hunger in his eyes making her quiver. He growled low before he descended and she felt the hot flesh of him nudge up against her wet lips. She tensed as he pushed ahead and it stung. "You’re too big!” She said again. He moved and it burned suddenly as his hips pushed a bit into her. He moved a little harder, she felt her body give way to his with the next thrust.
"Oh god!” She wailed. It didn't feel good it hurt and tears streamed from her eyes edges. His size stretched her to the limit.
"It hurts.” She whimpered
"Shh Mica, it will be all right.” He told her. Victor’s eyes looked softly into hers. He just lay on top of her. His body trembled lightly as she felt him filling her entirely. The feeling was strange and her intimate area stung terribly.
Victor began kissing her softly as one hand crept over her breast and gently pinched and pulled on her nipple. He stayed like that until she became accustomed to his body having invaded hers. Gradually, he pulled his hips back and then moved them ahead again. It burned and stung, but not as much as it had when he first entered her. Slowly, he continued his retreating out of her and then returned to fill her again. Each movement eased the pain and became increasingly pleasurable, until the warmth in her belly built again. She knew he was working her towards another climax.
The spasms that rolled over her caused her body to clamp down on the thick shaft inside her. It made her feel as if she was on fire. Her body felt hot, slick and sweaty as she panted. The need to feel him, had her pushing her hips to his as he increased the strength of his thrusting movements. She gasped and twitched under him. She felt her world explode in a bright burst of colors as the waves of her climax flowed over her. They consumed her body in their delicious flames. Victor's face rested in the crook of her neck, and her wolf nature eyed the smooth flesh of his throat. As she was swept away in the throes of passion, her inner-wolf bit him hard, claiming him as her mate.
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Victor had felt her teeth bite into his skin. It sent a rush of adrenaline coursing over him. His need to consummate this Mating flooded him. He drove into her with vicious ferocity. Her warm tight body encasing him felt so good and it had taken every last ounce of control not to spill his seed in her before he made her cum. Now she’d claimed him and the pull of his release loomed over him. He let his fangs sink into the tender skin of the crook of her neck. He grunted loudly into her flesh as he emptied into her to bring life to her womb. The bond was now complete.
Victor collapsed on top of her, laying there as his now spent cock slipped from Mica's warm body. He was so relieved that she’d accepted him. He took a shaky breath and rolled off her. He laid there and let his heart beat return to a normal pace in his chest. He closed his eyes for several long moments, regretting what he needed to do next. It was necessary for her father to know they had consummated a Mating. He figured Mica would be mortified that he sent the proof to her father in a video. Yet it would be needed before the talks at the Gathering could be completed.
Victor sat up and moved away from her and stood, his eyes catching their reflection in the mirror on his dresser. He turned to look her over. She was young, maybe all of twenty, breathtakingly beautiful and perfect. His wolf beamed with pride as he eyed her blood smeared inner thighs. He’d been her first and that was an honor. He reached down to the floor near the bed and picked up one of the blankets his brother had stripped from it when they brought her here.
Mica stared at him. Her eyes were unreadable as he gently covered her over. He untied her ankles so she could move them and get the blood flowing again.
"Mike!” He yelled out as he slipped his boxers back on before turning his attention to the ties on Mica's wrists. She’d tried hard to get free, as the raw welts that circled her slender wrists attested to. Liberated from her binds her arms fell onto the bed. They were useless from lack of blood flow and he massaged them.
The sound of the door opening had drawn them to look at Mike. Victor knew his brother had watched from the living room on the computer monitor. It sent the video directly to Alaric Dickson's email as a live feed. Even if it was only Mica’s head and shoulders, it would be enough to get the point across of what they did. Mike’s face looked strained and the smell of his desire wafted through the room.
"You need to go take a dip in the lake!" Victor growled low. His brother gaze was riveted to the bed.
"What do you think he will do when he sees it?" Mike asked ignoring Victor’s remark. His voice was deep and nearly guttural as he seemed to try to pull it together.
"He'll kill you!” The small voice said from the bed. He looked to his mate.
"He won't kill your mate,” Mike said. “It goes against Pack Laws."
"He won't have to lift a finger.” She said. Her voice was calm and almost menacing sounding.
Mike seemed to not understand, but Victor did. A bullet would be earmarked for him from a hired gun. He sat beside his mate on the bed and brushed a lock of hair away from his bite mark on her neck. The fancy design of his packs tribal mark was already beginning to form.
She snuggled his hand with her face. The simple gesture caught him off guard. "Maybe we should wait.” He said. He felt a stirring to bed her again. The cell phone rang and his brother eyed it. “Victor...It’s him.” Mike said.
"That didn't take long. Hand it to me.” He said and took the phone from Mike. Victor took a short deep breath before he answered it.
"Alaric."
"No, this is Greg, Beta of the Dickson wolf pack." A low growled out voice declared.
"Where is
Alaric?" Victor demanded. He didn't like the idea of speaking to a lesser status werewolf about this.
"He hasn't seen the video and he never will. I intercepted it first,” The Beta growled out. “You're not going to stop this alliance from taking place Feral.”
Victor felt the rage in him begin to build at having not accomplished what he set out to do. He put the phone on speaker before he set it down on the night stand.
"Why are you intercepting your Alpha's emails?"
"Put Mica on the phone...I need to talk to her.” He said.
"No! She's my Bitch and no longer part of your pack." Victor snarled as he stroked her hair and moved his finger to her lips for her to be silent.
"Listen, she may be Mated to you, but that doesn't make her yours. She's been promised to another and he will take her even if she’s not pure anymore."
"I'm not about to let my mate go."
"Then you're a dead man!” The phone went completely silent as if to emphasize it.
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Mica stared up at the man she just mated with. He looked upset and so did Mike. She knew all too well that her father, as well as the rest of her pack, would be in a fit that she claimed Victor. A smile stole over her face as she eyed her mate. He was so damn sexy and now she just wanted Mike to leave so they could be alone. However, as Victor looked back at her, she got a chill. What the hell had she done? He was a Feral for god sakes, she berated herself.
“Tell me about your father’s Beta.” Victor demanded.
“Excuse me.” She huffed. Mica was not used to being spoken to in the way Victor was with her.
“I need to know everything about your pack, starting with your father and his Beta.”
“Don’t you think you should have asked that before kidnapping me!” She growled.
“I didn’t think your father allowed his Beta to run his pack for him.” Victor growled back.
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