by Anna Craig
“Now, my lovely Cassandra,” Trevor said. That dark, dangerous edge was back in his voice. Her heart pounded as she waited for his next words. “Those were just primers. You have aroused me beyond what I can control.”
A small shiver of nervous excitement tip-toed through her. He was about to lose control? Not a problem, if it led to another one of those amazing climaxes again.
“I will take you now. There may be a small amount of pain, due to your virginal status.”
She couldn't help but giggle a little. A dark frown lowered his brows, and she abruptly swallowed her giggle.
“This is funny to you?”
“No,” Cassie said, her voice close to a squeak. But oddly, she wasn't scared of him anymore. Even though he was about to pierce her with that enormous cock she'd seen earlier. The one she could feel pressing against her thigh right now. “It's just how you said it. Virginal status. That's all.”
Trevor frowned at her for a moment longer before it cleared. “Ah. Less talking and more doing, then,” he announced. “Now, Cassandra,” he said, and bent his head down to once again claim her mouth with his, the movement suddenly so savage and strong, yet so unbearably arousing, that Cassie's entire body again seemed engulfed in flames. He kissed her thoroughly, then left her mouth to lower his attention to her breasts.
Grazing the stiff little peak of one nipple with his teeth, the sexy alpha nibbled and licked her left breast while one hand played with the right one. She pressed her head into the pillows, offering herself up to him with a shameless abandon. The wild feelings he aroused in her were more stunning than she'd dreamed.
He switched his mouth to the other nipple and went to work on it. One hand gently fisted in her long hair. He slipped the other down her stomach, reaching to her still throbbing pussy and clit. Stroking her down there for just a second, he slid two fingers deep inside her.
“Trevor,” Cassie moaned. All thoughts of anything else but this moment, this man, were gone. “Yes, yes, please, yes.” Her entire body felt fiery yet strangely liquid all at once.
He pulled his face back from my breast and looked at her. The gleam in his stunning blue-green eyes was dark and hungry. This was the alpha. The one who never took no for an answer. And what he was about to take was—her.
Chapter 6
After a searching gaze, Trevor roughly kissed her again with demanding lips. His tongue invaded her mouth. Turned on so high she thought she would erupt again at any moment, Cassie squirmed beneath him despite her breathlessness. Because of it.
Trevor settled his hips onto her. She could feel his enormous cock right on her pussy, nestling into it. Suddenly nervous again about its size, she struggled for a fraction of a second.
“Um,” she began, although her voice was still ragged with her need. But Trevor held her down, still kissing her. She struggled harder, suddenly almost panicked as she imagined the size of the huge cock about to split her in two. He moved back a little, but it was only to lightly grasp both her hands and pull them above her head, where he easily held them together with one hand. Cassie stared up at him, panting, eyes wide. Even as her mind briefly hesitated at the remembrance of his stating there would a bit of pain, her shameless pussy wanted him no matter what. It clenched in excitement at how close it was to his huge cock, which rubbed against her with rhythmic intensity.
“Don't struggle, Cassandra,” Trevor said, his voice low and dark. “It's too late to turn back now. This was your choice, as said. Besides,” he added, a wicked grin lifting his lips while that gleam brightened his eyes, “it is very obvious how ready your body is for me.”
Right. She was so slick she knew he would easily slip in. And she did want this. No way could she deny her desire for Trevor.
“I know,” she whispered. “I'm just a little scared because you're—um, so big.”
“Indeed,” was all he said before he thrust his huge cock into her wet slickness in one motion, sliding it in all the way.
Cassie couldn't help it but scream at the combined shock of the small rip of pain and pleasure. But the burning heat was quickly replaced by a primitive feeling of fullness inside that was incredibly good. As if he belonged in there.
“Ah, Cassandra.” Trevor's voice was a groan. Just the sound of his male satisfaction was enough to send trembling bolts pulsing through Cassie's body.
“Yes,” she said. “Oh, yes.”
He pulled out, almost all the way, leaving just the big head of his cock inside her slickness. Cassie protested with a stifled whimper; stifled because he claimed her mouth again with wildly seeking lips. As he savaged her lips with his, he pounded back into her, hard and fast and sure. She gasped into his mouth as he stroked himself in and out, faster, harder. She felt her slickness slip down over her inner thighs, allowing the alpha to easily slide himself in and out of her. With each delicious stab he took inside her, the hot slice of pain from having her virginity ripped away melted away into the growing feelings of pleasure. It spiraled up and up, stunning her brain into pure pleasure. All her nerve endings felt like tiny dancing flames, reducing her to nothing more than her body.
“Wrap your legs around me, Cassandra,” Trevor ordered. “Wrap them around my waist. I want full access to you.”
His high-handed order didn't phase her for a second. She did as he said, putting first one leg, then the other around him. The sensation of his enormous, steel-hard cock slamming into her, the sheer strength of his body against hers, and the pure reality of the moment brought Cassie closer and closer to climax again. Trevor was plunging into her in total abandon, looking at her the entire time, his expression ferociously centered on her and on the moment as well.
The alpha was claiming her as his surrender, and she wanted him to never stop claiming her.
Her next hurtling climax rose around her like a crashing tide, spinning her around, ready to flood into her with exquisite, delicious ecstasy. “Trevor,” she said, her voice a whimper of need, shaken by his slamming thrusts. “Oh, please. Please!”
“Yes,” he said, his voice so low it sounded half-human, half-animal. “Now!” he commanded, and he bit her hard on her neck.
Cassie screamed in pure bliss as she shattered yet again, so hard that her pussy clenched and convulsed, her inner walls spasming around Trevor's cock and tightly holding him. Her body throbbed around his in an enormous pleasure that sent her voice into a long, keening cry. The sensations rippled on in seemingly limitless waves, Trevor's triumphant howl keeping rhythm as she felt him throb deep inside her while he threw his head back in unrestrained enjoyment of his own release.
Gasping and shuddering, she could feel her body still pulsing as the waves slowly ebbed away, leaving her wringing wet and sucking in air. Trevor ground himself back into her, a wildly sexy snarl on his lips as he rode out the last bits of his climax.
Slowly, so slowly, Cassie's breathing calmed as her body settled back down. Her thoughts still felt beautifully hazed over by euphoria. Trevor finally slowed as well, then gently, carefully lowered his weight onto her, tucking his head onto her shoulder. She felt crushed and comforted at once. Utterly safe in his arms. Which was so odd, considering she barely knew the man. Considering she was his surrender.
She was his. It was a really weird thing to think, and in fact she had no idea why she was thinking this way, but it also felt completely natural and normal. She was his, and she wanted it that way.
After long moments of quiet breathing, Trevor finally pulled his head back enough to look at her. The same hazy expression clouded his face, with none of the earlier hardness. She was really beginning to like this man.
“Was that to your satisfaction, beautiful Cassandra?” His tone was casual, but his body was lightly tensed as he spoke.
“You're joking, right?” She laughed lightly, smiling back at him. “I can hardly remember my own name after that. Thank you for reminding me of it,” she said. She reached up to smooth a stray piece of hair out of his eyes. A shiver rippled over hi
m at her touch.
Before he could reply, though, a sudden loud pounding at the door made them both jump. Swearing, Trevor leaped up. But he moved the covers to one side and gestured at Cassie. Giving him a confused look, she started to open her mouth.
“Just get under,” he said before she could speak. His tone was icy. “There will be several others out there.”
Her blood suddenly iced as cold as his voice sounded. Several others? As in, how many others? Quickly, she obeyed him, pulling the covers up to her chin, wondering what on earth was going on now. She could feel how wide her eyes were getting.
Trevor leapt off the bed in one graceful move and yanked on his pants before he strode to the door. Despite her new fears, Cassie had to admire him as he went. She couldn't help it.
Flinging open the door, Trevor roared, “What now?”
Cassie gaped from the bed, though for once she managed to not say anything that would make everyone look at her. Easily fifteen or twenty bodies stood ranged outside their door. Werewolves and humans alike, including a few women Cassie recognized as being surrenders from years past. Some of them nervously waved at her, and she lifted a few fingers in response.
Would this day get any more surreal?
Why yes, yes, it would, she realized. A female werewolf shouldered her way to the door, casting an utterly contemptuous glance at Cassie before focusing on Trevor. She was just as gorgeous as the male werewolves were, and the possessive look she gave Trevor instantly had Cassie's stomach tighten into a nervous ball. Maybe this was the part where she was ripped into shreds, as legend sometimes had it?
Despite the bowed head and deferential attitude in the presence of her alpha, the female werewolf's voice was harsh and angry. “What is this we are told? You cast out your packmates to take the surrender by yourself?”
Trevor stood like a mountain, arms crossed over his chest. Cassie shivered despite the heat of the covers over her. Okay, she might kind of like the guy right now, but she would never talk to him like that when he radiated nothing but sheer fury at being interrupted.
“Indeed I did, Aliana. What of it?”
Aliana the pissed off female werewolf glared over his shoulder at Cassie again, making Cassie shrink down even lower. No one ever told her about anything like this happening. Since all the humans in the hallway looked awfully nervous as well, she guessed this wasn't at all normal.
“You cannot do that.” Aliana's voice was flat. “Not unless....”
As her voice trailed off, Cassie sensed every single werewolf and every single human tense. The silence that followed the unfinished sentence seemed to await a doom-filled prophecy.
Unless what? Unless what?
“Unless what?” Trevor said, echoing Cassie's gibbering thoughts in a silken, purely deadly voice. “Say it, Aliana. As your alpha, I command you to speak your words.”
It was so quiet, Cassie could hear Aliana swallow. Despite the order, she waited a long moment before answering. Whether that was from stubbornness or fear, Cassie wasn't sure. When the answer finally came, though, a cold shock splashed through her entire body.
“Unless,” Aliana said, grinding out the words as if they were glass that cut her throat as she spoke them. “Unless she is your mate.”
Cassie's decision to not say a word that would get her into trouble flew out the window at that kind of crazy talk. Sitting bolt upright, heedless of the sheets slipping off her naked top half, she said in a shaking voice, “That's impossible! I can't be his mate! I'm human. Wait a minute,” she added, thoughts flying around like wild monkeys in her head. “Does that mean I'm not accepted as a surrender? Is the town going to be okay? Is...oh.” Her voice trailed off into a strangled whisper at the half dozen furious glances flung at her by a number of other werewolves. The humans among them, she noticed, seemed to try to disappear into the floor.
Very slowly, Trevor turned his back on the angry female werewolf to look at Cassie. Even from here, she could tell how dark his eyes were. When he spoke, all traces of the ecstasy and careless joy of moments earlier were gone, replaced by the hardness she'd heard when she first met him barely an hour ago.
“It is true, Cassandra Wakefield of Wicked Mountain town. I, alpha of the Wicked Mountain Wolf Pack, have at long last found my mate, impossible as it seems. A human cannot be a werewolf's mate. But apparently you are mine.”
Aliana growled. Cassie snatched up the sheet again to cover herself from the viciousness of the woman's razorlike glare. “And for that, little human,” Aliana hissed, “pack law says you must die.”
A babbling clamor went up from the werewolves, and a few frightened sounds from the humans gathered there as well.
“Enough!” Trevor's voice whipped out, instantly silencing them all. “This is for me to deal with. Begone, all of you.”
He flicked his fingers at them in a dismissive gesture, then slammed the door in their faces so hard the hinges shook. Cassie shook too as he turned back to her and began to advance on the huge bed. All her knowledge of how dangerous werewolves were suddenly loomed in her mind. It even overshadowed the red-hot, crazy sex she'd just had with this man. This man who apparently was about to kill her because she was—his mate.
No way.
“I am not done with you yet, Cassandra.” Trevor stopped when he reached the foot of the bed. That face, gorgeous and granite-hard at once, stared at her.
“Wh-what are you going to do with me?” she asked, barely breathing.
He still stared at her as if she was the most confusing thing he'd ever seen in his life. Finally, very slowly, he shook his head.
“I have no idea.” His voice, abruptly unsteady and lost, was a whisper. “I have no idea what to do with you now. Mate,” he whispered, sounding as stunned as she felt.
Claimed by the Pack
Wicked Wolf Shifters 2
Chapter 1
Cassandra Wakefield opened her eyes in the sort of refreshed anticipation that meant she had slept soundly. Very soundly, in fact. Probably because—
Oh. Right. Her face flushed as the memories stampeded across her brain in all their shamelessly hot glory. Because she'd spent the night being ravished, ravaged, plundered, and pillaged by the sexiest alpha werewolf she'd ever seen. Again and again, until she was so sore it was bizarrely pleasurable. Even more bizarre, the man who'd done it was her—her mate. As in, her werewolf mate. Which was totally impossible, because she was a human and he was a werewolf. Werewolves didn't mate with humans. They took them as surrenders from Cassie's hometown. The used them for sex, had fun with them, required them as sacrifices for some mysterious reason, but they sure didn't become mates with them.
Except apparently when it was Trevor Reginald, Alpha of the Wicked Mountain Wolf Pack, and Cassie Wakefield, the town's latest human surrender. Then, apparently they were fated mates or something equally crazy.
Oh, and because of it, she was supposed to be killed by his pack. One of his haughty, drop-dead gorgeous female werewolves had said so, glaring nasty daggers at Cassie the entire time she shared that little tidbit of knowledge. No pressure there, of course. Even though just thinking about it made Cassie tremble a bit. She'd be really happy to never see that particular werewolf again.
Before any supposed gruesome killing of the latest pack surrender happened, though, Trevor had decided the best thing to do was to have a little more fun with her again. Not that Cassie complained about it. No way. Trevor was everything she'd ever dreamed of. He was so hot it scorched her brain, melted her body, and basically turned her into a puddle of helpless goo.
And something hidden deep in his gorgeous aqua eyes tugged at her heart. Something lost and maybe even—lonely.
“Cassandra.” She jumped a bit at the rumbling sound of his deep voice right in her ear. “You are awake. You slept well?”
Cassie turned her head to look at him. The dark, tousled head of the scary alpha of the Wicked Mountain wolf pack was propped up on his hand. The eyes she could float in for d
ays regarded her, a slight line etched above them in his forehead. But they were sort of soft, and unfocused. Almost a little gentle, even.
She smiled at him. “I did. Sir,” she added cautiously. He was still the alpha. She was still kind of a surrender. Sort of. Maybe. No matter what, she'd been here less than twenty-four hours and definitely was still the vulnerable one in this situation. Even after the most spectacular sex of her life—crazy hot, mind-blowing, life-altering, all those amazing things she'd only ever read in the sexy books she liked, and had discovered were actually true—Cassie knew she really should be respectful in this man's presence.
Even if she was his mate.
Trevor regarded her for another long moment, wordless and expressionless. He did that look really well. Granite-hard, stone-faced, totally unreadable. It about made her itch with jumpy nerves when he did it, but in the bare twelve hours she'd known this man—which was total crazy talk, right there—she'd slowly realized he wore that expressionless expression pretty often.
Except when he was plunging into her, driving his, um, his frankly gorgeous cock deep into her, and fixing her with his eyes. Then, other things happened to his face. Heart-melting things because his own face softened into something Cassie already was pretty sure he rarely showed. If ever.
“Hmm,” he finally said. “That is respectful, yes. But perhaps it might not be strictly necessary any longer.” He tilted his dark head a bit to the side, still looking at her. Cassie felt the slow heat building in her again. Wow. “Despite understanding your place within this pack, it is unseemly for you to call me sir all the time. You only need to do so in public,” he ended on a bit of a grand note, sounding somewhat pleased, as if congratulating himself on a decision well-made.
Um. No.
