Virgin Outcast: Bred to the Beast

The prequel to the top-selling Virgin Sacrifice: Bred to the Beast, Virgin Outcast explores the origins of a village doomed to sacrifice its virgins to the Beast each generation.Passions run hot as music plays and young lovers dance during the Harvest Festival, but when Mykal and Kara are discovered pleasuring one another in a quiet spot, the village Wise Woman decries Kara as a temptress and the cause of the village's poor harvest. Exiled from her home, Kara encounters a solitary woodsman with a dark secret, and soon learns that she's caught in a complex web of schemes that will change her life forever.Excerpt:Another lightning flash showed her Luther's full form. His head stood low on his thick, round shoulders, and his face had elongated into a muzzle full of sharp teeth. Still, now that she knew, she could see Luther's features in that face, wilder and more savage, but the man was there. Coarse hair covered most of his powerful torso, the same black she remembered in his beard. He stood naked, with a long, thick cock hanging like a rope between long, well-muscled legs that were built to run, to kill. The lightning faded, and the beast roared as thunder exploded almost overhead. With him between her and the cottage, she had no chance.That thought brought calm, somehow. Whatever happened here was beyond her control. She could as easily move a mountain as fight this beast. Her body screamed to turn and run, but she stood her ground, meeting that baleful yellow gaze.He cocked his head to one side as though surprised she hadn't moved. "Won't you run, girl? It's hardly sporting if you just stand there." Luther began pacing back and forth in front of the cottage. As he moved aside, she could see a clear path to the door, but the tension in his posture told her he was ready to pounce.As cold rain slid down her skin, Kara realized that he wanted her to run. Luther the man was still in that creature, but the beast's instincts were strong. If she ran, the beast could take over, and Luther couldn't blame himself for what happened.She shook her head. "I won't run from you, Luther. I can't escape. If you must take me, let it be the man who decides, not the beast."He growled then. "So be it," he said. "And damn that witch to hell." He bent forward and touched his hands - forepaws - to the grass, then leapt forward.Kara gasped in surprise at his speed and took a step back as the massive beast barreled into her. She braced herself for impact, but he rolled as they fell and hit the ground with his shoulder, pulled her over him, then turned again so she landed on in the grass almost softly, her arms pinned to the earth by his big, strong hands. Sharp claws pressed against the soft skin along her inner wrist, and she wondered if he could feel her pulse.As she lay in the cold wet grass with the beast atop her, his eyes met hers, and that yellow gaze was like a churning pool of emotion; loneliness and longing at war with a wild animal hunger."I cannot resist you," Luther said. "My father warned me it would be this way. But he didn't warn me that you would be beautiful." He averted his gaze then and burrowed his big long head against her neck, nuzzling the soft white flesh above her collarbone. A long tongue flickered out, tasting her even as rain cascaded across her skin. Kara shuddered. The cold rain had drenched her so thoroughly, and now his mouth felt warm on her skin.One clawed hand released her wrist and hooked the neckline of her shift. She felt a jerk and heard the tearing of thin fabric over the rain. The white linen parted, neatly cut down the middle, and Luther moved his mouth lower, his warm tongue exploring her breasts. Her nipples, already puckered and firm from the chill and the rain, ached for his touch, and a wild tingle shot through her when his tongue flickered over them. She moaned and arched her back, pushing her bottom and shoulders into the thick carpet of gras