Wicked Wolf Shifters: BBW Werewolf Paranormal Romance

by Anna Craig

  WICKED WOLF SHIFTERS

  BOOKS 1-4

  Cassandra & Trevor's story

  Surrendered to the Pack 1

  Claimed by the Pack 2

  Taken by the Pack 3

  Mated to the Pack 4

  Surrendered to the Pack

  1

  2

  3

  4

  5

  6

  Claimed by the Pack

  1

  2

  3

  4

  5

  6

  7

  8

  Taken by the Pack

  1

  2

  3

  4

  5

  6

  7

  Mated to the Pack

  1

  2

  3

  4

  5

  6

  7

  8

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  WICKED WOLF SHIFTERS 1-4

  Copyright © 2016 by Anna Craig

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Surrendered to the Pack

  Wicked Wolf Shifters 1

  Chapter 1

  Cassie's entire body trembled in a combination of terror and the undercurrent of an undeniable hunger. Despite the knee-shaking jitters, she forced herself to keep walking. This was her destiny, and she would face it like the strong, self-assured woman she was.

  Even if she passed out from sheer panic during it. She would just keep moving in some sort of zombie state. One foot in front of the other, even though she would be in a dead faint. Right.

  A tiny giggle erupted from her, drawing a fierce scowl from the huge, imposing, sexier-than-anything-she'd-ever-seen-in-her-life alpha wolf waiting for her. Waiting for her while flanked by his equally huge, equally sexy packmates. The wolves who would now be her packmates. Her masters. The ones who held the future of her family and her entire town in their lethal paws.

  The ones to whom she'd just been surrendered as Wicked Mountain's latest sacrifice in order to keep the peace for at least another century.

  “Is something funny to you?” Wicked Mountain Wolf Pack Alpha Trevor Reginald's deep voice rumbled across the meadow, effectively silencing the background noises of people shifting on their feet, clothes rustling, quiet murmurs as they watched the ancient ceremony play out in the twilight of the longest day of the year. Cassie's parents stood halfway between her and the wolves, their hopeful faces suddenly masked in utter horror as they stared at their idiot daughter.

  Cassie stopped in her tracks, also horrified. Her heart hammered against her chest as a feeling of ice water being slowly poured over her body drenched her in even deeper fear. Oh, shit. She couldn't alienate them already. They could punish her for being disobedient. She'd heard stories about the women taken by the pack. Some of the stories were less Fifty Shades sexy, more Brothers Grimm deadly. After all, these guys really were the monsters of legend.

  “N-no, sir,” she managed to stutter out. Her voice sounded tiny in the appalled silence. “I'm just a little n-nervous. I'm so s-sorry.” She swallowed against the dryness in her mouth. Trying to steady her wire-tight nerves, she managed to utter ceremonial words without tripping over them. “This is a magnificent honor, and I deeply appreciate your choice in me as a pack surrender.”

  He regarded her with a long, unblinking stare. The power and strength behind it hit her with a force like a tsunami. Against her will, she looked at the ground. She wasn't a werewolf, but his immense powers worked on her regardless. He was about to be her alpha, and she had no choice but to bow to him.

  Not to mention, she had no choice but to do whatever he wanted her to do. From the stories she'd heard all her life, he'd be wanting her to do a lot of things, most of them involving her being completely naked and at his mercy. Also at the mercy of the rest of his male packmates. Because somehow, it was essential to both the pack, and the town.

  Daring to glance up, although not at Trevor, Cassie took a good look at the two other wolf shifters ranged beside and slightly behind him. One was as bright and light as Trevor was dark and brooding. Blond hair cut close to his scalp gave him a military look, but his expression was open and welcoming as he kept his own gaze on Cassie. Seeing her look directly at him, he smiled, then took in a leisurely examination of her body. She shivered a bit in response, though the outdoor temperature still hovered near seventy degrees despite the fact the sun would soon set. Her very simple, very sheer little dress left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Ceremonial attire, it was sleeveless, deeply v-necked, and landed about mid-thigh. Oh, and it was also pretty much see-through. Her ample assets were on full display, especially with the last rays of light slanting directly on her like a spotlight.

  The blond wolf looked back up at her and winked, after which he ran his tongue over his upper lip in the classic suggestive gesture. In spite of her fear she'd royally pissed off the most alpha leader, she felt a bolt of wet desire between her legs. The blond wolf was Mac. Legend had it he was very, very talented with his fingers. And his lips. And everything else he had at his disposal. Which was supposedly extremely...large.

  The powerful arms crossed over Mac's chest flexed and unflexed. Cassie had a sudden vision of being held down by those arms as the other wolves had their way with her, one licking the sweet wet crease between her legs as the other rammed his enormous cock into her from behind. The scene was so detailed, so abrupt, she knew it had come from him. He was sending images into her mind. A gasp caught in her throat, and she felt more hot slickness pooling between her legs. The satisfied smile on his face told her she was right. Yes, indeed, werewolves were undeniably powerful.

  Gulping, heart doing some crazy triple-time beat in her chest, she turned her head toward the second werewolf behind the alpha. Everything female in her body sighed at the mere sight of him. Six and a half feet of muscle, Finn possessed stunning good looks and a sensuality so strong it rolled off him in waves. Most of the girls in town dreamed of Finn when they played with themselves in bed late at night. At least, Cassie always used to, so she assumed the rest of them did, too. Finn's golden brown hair flopped down over one dark blue eye, roughing across his cheeks and chin in the sexiest sort of stubble a man could have. Oh, what it would feel like to have that stubble grazing over her body, nestling right into her aching wetness....

  Right then, Finn looked at Cassie like she was an all-you-can-eat buffet. He smiled at her. The sort of smile that could make a girl come on the spot. His gaze let her know exactly what he was thinking.

  Shifting from one foot to another, Cassie let her thighs squeeze together, tensing her clit. She still felt a degree of terror at not knowing exactly what was about to happen to her. At the same time, anticipation swelled in her chest, speeding up her breathing and sinking with a lustful fullness into her darn greedy cen
ter, which was all hot and bothered. Oh, god. Three huge, outrageously sexy, unbelievably experienced wolf shifter males—and one tiny, mostly virginal little her. Completely at their disposal, utterly at their command, and totally helpless to say no.

  The thought of which, she had to admit despite some shame emanating from her modern strong woman side, turned her on so much it made her pant. After all, she'd been a virgin for almost twenty-two years. A girl had needs, darn it.

  Yes, the whole virgin thing. All female humans from Wicked Mountain had to retain their virgin status until they were twenty-two, which was outrageously late these days. Like, stupidly late. But it was so strongly drilled into each one of the town kids from birth that no one disobeyed it. Cassie knew. She'd tried to convince some of the neighbor boys to deflower her when she was sixteen. Each one had turned white before running like hell from her.

  It wasn't because she was horrifically ugly or anything. Sure, she could stand to lose a few pounds, but even so, she was female and willing to experiment. Most guys liked that, right?

  Nope. Too bad for her, she was from Wicked Mountain town. The local boys just had no desire to be killed in a gruesome fashion by the pack for helping remove the virginity of a town girl. That had happened before, and everyone knew about it. Slow, ugly death by giant wolf claw held no appeal for the boys.

  Dammit.

  At least she'd practiced making herself climax since she was about thirteen. Which had been even more fun than she'd thought possible, despite the large amount of inspiration she got from the many dirty stories she'd first snuck reading from her mother's naughty book collection, then bought for herself when she'd started college. Not that she was wanton or anything. Hell, she was just...horny. Being a virgin at nearly twenty-two pretty much sucked.

  She wondered if being with the pack would be anything like all those deliciously erotic stories she'd been reading since her hormones had kicked in halfway through junior high. Oh, god, please yes. Something deep within her clenched, sending a powerful wave of wet longing through her again.

  “Careful now,” the alpha, Trevor, said. His dark voice whispered out across the small meadow just as the sun sank behind the mountain, leaving them in the dusky twilight. “We still have to make it inside the house and the bedroom before this is official, Cassandra.”

  By house, he meant the enormous, multi-room mansion made from heavy timber and solid stone the pack called home, way high up on the mountain.

  “And what you are broadcasting at the moment is stirring ideas in my packmates that you likely don't want displayed in front of the town. Or would you prefer to put on a show for everyone?” Trevor's deep bass voice suddenly purred, as if he were a big cat rather than a wolf. “Because that's how we used to do it in ancient times, Cassandra.” Her name on his tongue was a caress, with a deadly edge to it. “Mating with the town surrender in front of the town audience, to prove their surrender was accepted. We can revisit the old ways if you'd like.”

  Cassie's mouth dropped as she dared to look up at him. The alpha's gaze was calculating as he looked back at her. A dark invitation was in them. No—a dark, almost urgent command. There was no invitation here. She'd lost the town lottery in the spring and known she would be the sacrificial lamb, the woman cast up to the pack's ravenous needs so they wouldn't destroy the human residents. She wasn't here by choice.

  Right?

  Ah, not completely right. Her body was certainly here willingly. Very, very willingly.

  “Yes, sir,” she murmured. At Trevor's suddenly raised eyebrows and the abrupt tensing of the two wolves beside him, each of whom leaned slightly toward her in keen interest, she realized her gaffe. Almost shouting in alarm, she said, “I mean, no! No, sir! Let's keep this to the usual ceremony. An inside one. Sir,” she added, biting her lip.

  Sexy blond Mac suddenly laughed. “Let's get you in the house, then, Cassandra.” His voice stroked over her senses, calming her. “The night is still very young. And we have a lot of,” he paused, voice heavy with meaning, “work ahead of us.”

  There was a deeper silence as everyone waited for her response. Without looking again at her family, or anyone else but the three men before her who were her fate, Cassie lifted her chin and pulled back her shoulders. With a deep breath, she walked right up to them, trying to ignore the fact it felt as if her legs might buckle at any moment. Stopping a foot from Trevor, she dropped her eyes again, then got on her knees before him. Bending her head back to look at the sky, she bared her neck to him in the formal position of offering.

  “From the town of Wicked Mountain, I am Cassandra Wakefield, and I am the town surrender. You may do with me...” She paused, trembling again at what she was about to say. A soft breeze blew over her face, gently billowing up the ridiculously short skirt of the dress around her thighs. The unmistakable musky scent of aroused males came to her, swallowing her in their implacable need. Slowly, she continued. “You may do with me what you wish, in exchange for leaving in peace the town and the humans who live in it. I am yours to command, now and forever.”

  A long silence bracketed the moment in a tension so strong Cassie could almost taste it. Oh, god, what if she'd pissed off Trevor by being too flippant earlier? What if he'd changed his mind? Oh, shit. What if he did want to do it outside, in front of everyone? He could force her. She'd be powerless to say no.

  To her shock, a faint but definite interest in that very scenario rushed through her again. It left her trembling, thighs quaking slightly as she tried to ignore the swirling desire still burgeoning between her plumped out lips and swollen little clit.

  A sudden hitched breath told her one of the men was very aware of her arousal. Probably all of them. They were wolves, after all. They could sense anything and everything much more keenly than any human could.

  After another moment that seemed like an eternity, Trevor's deep voice rumbled out again. “Your offer is accepted. Come with us, Cassandra, to be the Wicked Mountain Pack's surrender this year. You are to be initiated tonight. Immediately,” he added. Cassie would have sworn she could hear a hushed, aching thrill in his tone.

  It seemed like the entire mountain sighed. People let out pent-up breaths. Cassie gasped in deep amounts of air, totally unaware she'd been holding her breath while he talked. Staring at the enormous, ungodly sexy alpha werewolf staring back at her like she was lunch, Cassie wondered if she might swoon on the spot.

  It would be a totally dumb thing to do, but every second she stared into his seemingly bottomless eyes, she felt pretty damned swoony.

  Chapter 2

  Trevor willed himself to stay still and move not a single muscle. The surrender's eyes—god, how they taunted him. Oh, the girl herself wasn't taunting him, not knowingly. No, she seemed appropriately terrified, despite her impertinence. A definite scent of sharp arousal layered over her like a sweet musk as well. But her eyes, those beautiful crystal blue eyes, teased him with something he hardly dared to ponder too deeply.

  It was something that seemed like the call of a mate. Sensuous, longing, and certain, and real. More real than he'd ever seen from a surrender before. Surrenders weren't mates, however. They were human anyway, and could never mate with a werewolf. They were simply surrenders offered up by the town in a centuries-old pact that kept both sides relatively happy and peaceful. Sometimes, surrenders made pack wolves very happy, and a long-term union was born, despite true mate status never happening.

  Growling to himself, Trevor gave himself an internal shake. This was ridiculous thinking. Dangerously modern. Trevor prided himself on not being too modern. The old ways had worked for hundreds of years, and he saw no particular reason to change things, despite what some might say.

  As pack alpha, he made the final choices, despite the surrenders thinking they held a slight modicum of power with their youth and exotic human quality. None of them had yet captured him. He'd known from the first glance at each of the last hundred surrenders that she was wasn't remotely interesting to hi
m beyond the occasional romp in bed when he was bored.

  A faint tickle ran up and down his skin, shivering its way through his body as he continued to observe Cassandra. Interesting. He'd not felt this way in some time. Not since—

  Trevor frowned and looked away from the nervous yet clearly aroused young woman standing before him and his packmates. That was a thought he still could not complete. It meant he still was not ready to take on a mate, despite the yapping of many of the pack's females that he must. One in particular, who was a most bothersome burr in his side.

  He looked carefully at the surrender. He most certainly had no more than a passing interest in initiating a human surrender, one who, for some unknown reason, was making his blood whip through his veins with a greater degree of interest and excitement than he'd felt in the last century.

  Right?

  ~~~

  Cassandra's gasping in of air seemed to pull the men's gazes straight to her mouth.

  “Just like that,” yummy, perfect Finn of her fantasies said. She snapped her head to look at him. “You will be gasping just like that, Cassie. Just like you have in your dreams at night these many years.”

  At that, her eyes got even bigger. How the hell could he know that? They could project their thoughts and longings onto the townspeople, she knew that. But she'd never heard they could read human thoughts. A flush rocketed through her body.

  “You will gasp from pleasure, as we take our fill of you,” Finn went on, his rough velvet voice scraping along her nerve endings with the most delicious tingle. “You will gasp as you feel things you never dreamed possible.”

  His voice was so low none of the humans standing back from them could hear it. But every single hair on Cassie's body shivered and tried to stand on end. Goosebumps raced across her flesh, from her toes to the top of her head. Eyes enormously wide, she stared at him, captured as if by a relentless tractor beam.