Wanted By The Pack (Werewolf Shifter FMMM Menage Steamy Romance)

by Nikki Wild

  The room was in shadow. The high windows glowed faintly in the moonight and all was silent in the cavernous house. The only sound was that of my heart as it pounded wildly in my chest.

  I kicked my legs nervously; imagining that I was hearing sounds emanating all around me. I tried to listen harder, wondering if Rafe had come up the stairs or not. My stomach growled and I tugged on my corset distractedly.

  Where the hell was he?

  I jumped up from the bed and began to pace the room. He was keeping me waiting deliberately. He was demonstrating his power, demonstrating that I had no choice but to wait for him. The night would start on his terms, when he was ready. All I could do was hope he was ready soon.

  I took a few deep breaths and stretched my arms over my head. I filled my lungs and then swooped downward to touch my toes. Exercise always calmed me in the past, but it seemed I would have to run a marathon before this nervous energy dissipated. I stood again, reached for the sky and then stretched downward again.

  I heard a soft sound. Through my legs, I spied a gleaming black shoe.

  I stood up with a gasp. Rafe had appeared in the room and I hadn't even noticed.

  "Don't let me stop you, Selena." His low voice floated out and around me, covering me like a blanket. "Your skin gets so nice and pink when you're nervous. I can hear your heartbeat... I can smell your arousal…"

  I stood up quickly, my cheeks flaming.

  Rafe's eyes darkened. "I said, don't stop," he snarled.

  I took a deep breath and slowly drew my arms upward. Then I bent nearly double, placing my palms flat on the floor. I felt my dress hike up and a cool breeze blew across my exposed pussy. My whole body blushed.

  "Very nice," he intoned. "Now stand up again."

  I stood.

  "Now over once more, please." I moved to shift my skirt down. "No, leave it," he barked and I whipped my hands away. My skirt had bunched high up on my hips, leaving my whole mound visible. But yet his eyes remained fixed on mine. "Down you go."

  I bent double again, my skirt inching still higher. I was completely naked from the waist down now.

  "Yes, keep doing that. You do look so lovely when you're exerting yourself."

  He spoke like a scientist curious about cause and effect.

  I stretched as hard as I could. I felt my thigh muscles quivering slightly and a soft grunt escaped my lips. Rafe made a small noise of his own, barely audible, and I felt a small smile spread across my lips. I was getting to him.

  "Stand up, Selena."

  I stood quickly and then yelped as he ripped my dress over my head. My hair snagged in the slinky fabric and my eyes burned as several strands were pulled from my scalp.

  I had to compose myself quickly though. Rafe placed his hands on my shoulders. He twirled my fallen hair idly as he spoke.

  "It is time to start," he said. "Lie down on the bed, face up."

  I shuddered under his touch and immediately complied. The white down comforter pooled around me.

  "Oh," he remarked, once I was in position. "You're going to need to take that corset off."

  "Don't you want to do that?" I smiled.

  His face darkened. "Did I say you could talk?"

  I bit my lip and shook my head no. Quickly I undid the numerous hooks and eyes, my fingers shaking. When I had chosen this, my best piece of lingerie, I had imagined his excitement at unfastening it himself. It was humiliating to be forced to remove it on my own. Angrily, I flung it away. I was now completely naked while he remained clad in his suit.

  It startled me how much I liked it this way.

  I lay back down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. Rafe turned his broad back to me and rummaged quietly in a drawer.

  "Eyes closed now, Selena, until I tell you to open them."

  I closed my eyes. Without sight, my other senses grew terribly acute. I smelled Rafe's ruggedly sophisticated scent waft towards me and felt the puff of air in his wake. He was walking around to the other side of the bed; I could hear his tread on the floorboards, the soft squeak of the leather in his designer shoes.

  And then I felt his hand close around my wrist and lift it upward.

  My eyes almost flew open of their own accord. It wasn't until the last possible moment that I mastered myself and squeezed them tighter. I felt something encircle my wrist and then a bite of leather as it was drawn tight.

  He moved quickly. Wrist, ankle, ankle, wrist, and then it was over. My eyes were still closed, unable to see, and now my body was bound to the bed, unable to move.

  My heart thumped wildly. Whatever came next, there would be nothing I could do about it. I was completely at his mercy. It occurred to me once more that no matter how gorgeous he looked in a suit, that he was not human. He was a werebear… Something so much more powerful than any ordinary man…

  And I was his prey.

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  I’m Nikki Wild, and I live in Southern California with my cat, my loving husband, and a genuine creeping fear of bad wine. I’ve been writing independently for three years now, and I’m in love with my readers every bit as much as I’m in love with my words! Every story I release brings me joy and pleasure, and knowing I’m able to spread a bit of that happiness to others makes every day of my life just a little bit better.

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