The Alpha's Willing Captive (Historical Paranormal Werebear Steamy Romance) (5 page)

But they weren't men.  They were wolves.

I shuddered as I felt their eyes on me again.  "So I am not going to die today."

The gray haired man chuckled.  "No, not today."

"Today I become your queen."

"Today the pack bonds with you," he clarified.  "And then you become our queen."

A shiver of knowing thrilled through me.  "What must I do?"

The gray haired man nodded.  Then he ran round the fire and leapt.   Midway through his leap, a gray wolf burst out from the man, so that the beast landed on the platform with four paws.  He then lifted his shaggy head to the invisible ceiling and let out a great howl.

The rest of them howled in turn, men and wolves alike.  The sound ripped through me, rattling my ribcage and sending vibrations down through my toes.  It was a wild, uninhibited sound.  It was the sound of freedom and it thrilled every inch of me.  I lifted my head and howled my own pale imitation of their call.

The cave fell silent. I could hear rapid, excited breathing, murmurs of appraisal, the snuffling of snouts in the air.

The gray wolf let out a short bark.  There were several answering howls and then a man stepped forward from the crowd. 
He tall and deeply tanned, with the ropey, rangey muscles that come from a life in the wild.

He looked at me.  In two strides he was in front of me and my sacrificial cloak was in a heap on the floor.  "Hello, my queen," he murmured, his voice halfway between human and animal.  "Don't be scared.  I'm not going to hurt you."  He licked his lips as he eyed me up and down.  "I'm just going to make you scream."

He placed his heavy hands on my shoulders, forcing me down to my knees.  I knelt there, blinking, as he undid the scrap of leather that hung around his waist.  And then I gasped. 

Remember that I am no blushing virgin.  I thought I had tasted what men had to offer.  But this was something else entirely.  This tool of perfection was beyond my experience.  Long and thick, it bobbed in front of my gaze already rock hard, the tip glistening slightly with the evidence of his desire. I licked my lips as he cupped his hand around the shaft and clenched the muscles of my core as they suddenly ached and throbbed. My head, which only moments before had been filled with resentment and rage now was clouded with a strange, wild desire. I had escaped death. Now I intended to
live.
 

I shuffled closer, bringing my head up level with that bobbing cock. Then I looked up at him.  The thrill of the howling was still rippling through my veins.  I licked my lips, opened my mouth and prepared to take him in.

I stretched my lips wide around his girth, feeling the smooth skin of the bulbous head slip past my lips.  I heard a soft, low sound, and realized it was coming from both of us.

I swirled my tongue around him, flicking it along the tip and he growled slightly, allowing me to take control.  I closed my small fist around his girth and laved the whole of him with long, slow laps of my tongue.  The thrill that the howling had set off in my body moved downward.  I felt my core begin to beat a steady, pulsing rhythm that echoed the motion of my head as I bobbed up and down that beautiful shaft.

He snarled and pulled me back.  "They call me Bardur," he rasped.  "You have my allegiance, my queen."

Then he flung me backward onto the hard stone floor.  I gasped to find my legs in the air, my swirling skirts pooling up around my thighs as he lifted my legs up over his shoulders. 

I felt his hot breath on my thigh and I cried out when his tongue found my center.  He slowly licked me, from the base of my puckered opening all the way up to my suddenly awakened nub.

I wasn’t expecting this. I wasn’t ready to be so turned on so quickly. But his tongue was darting in and out of me, drawing a gasp from me each time his head bobbed between my legs. I could feel my body responding to him and I tentatively placed my hands on his shaggy head. I hesitantly guided him to concentrate on my buzzing, needful center, and he paused for a moment to smile wetly up at me.

“You may scream if you need to, my queen.”

His voice rumbled through me and my body responded as if commanded. The sensation ripped through me like a tornado.

I screamed out loud as the orgasm shot through me, arching my back and grinding myself against Bardur's indefatigable tongue. I screamed again, grasping the air, desperate for something to hold on to. I felt like I was falling and flying all at once, and the sensation was terrifying and thrilling at the same time.

Baldur's head was still between my legs, showing me no mercy. I arched my back and pumped my legs, trying to get away from the intensity of the sensation, but he held me firm, pinning my thighs to the ground. I felt a finger slide inside of me, rough and calloused against my softness. It was thick and long, larger than some of the cocks I had been with before, and I gasped as he slid it inside of me.

"I wish to see you," he rumbled.

"See me?" I gasped, squirming.

Instead of answering, he pulled me forward as he lay back on the stone floor.  His cock pointed high at the ceiling.

It looked so big. I had no idea how it would fit inside of me without splitting me in half. But my body was responding without any input from my brain.

I slid up in between his legs and closed my lips around the wide tip. The wolves called out encouragement as I slurped my tongue around the head, wetting it with my saliva.
As I took it into my waiting mouth, Baldur ran his hand up my smooth torso, pulling away the laces of my stays and freeing my small round breasts.  Then he slid his hands down to my waist and gripped my hips, pulling me down so that I was fully impaled on that immense shaft.

"Gods!"
I shouted as he impaled me with that wicked cock.

I bounced slowly up and down on Baldur, easing myself past the point of pain. It burned to be stretched so wide, but I found to my surprise that I liked the sting of it. I started to ride him in earnest, sliding up and down that slippery shaft.

My nostrils were filled with the scents of moss, fire and sex. It was an intoxicating brew, heady beyond anything I had ever experienced. The slap of skin against skin; the iron grip kneading into the flesh of my thighs and breasts; the meaty hands gripping my head; they all combined with the smell of the men, the calls of the wolves, the feel of their eyes on me….

I began to quiver. First my thighs, then my hands, then my whole body vibrated like a plucked lute string. I screamed out my second orgasm, shouting out in the rhythm of Baldur’s punishing thrusts.

"There is another, my queen."

I froze in fear as I realized what Baldur was saying.

I whimpered slightly, but he smiled up at me. 

"You will find it to your liking, I assure you.  Zev is a master of pleasure."

Baldur held me tight, pumping slowly, inexorably, pinning me with his arms so that I couldn’t turn to see who it was that was suddenly behind me. I felt hands round my waist and whimpered. Then I felt the cool drip of oil as it slid down my backside and into my cleft.

“Relax, my queen," the heavy voice behind me whispered in my ear. It was a low, savage growl, more animal than human, and I shivered to hear it even as Baldur's cock had me shivering on its own. I whimpered again as I felt a thumb slide inside of my ass.  Zev worked his thumb around, and I grunted low and animal-like.

It felt good. I hadn’t realized it could feel good.

I arched my hips up toward him, encouraging the unseen finger to further plumb the depths of my most private place. A knowing roar rose up from the crowd and I could feel the excitement growing.

Baldur’s cock was moving slowly in and out of me, and the unseen Zev was priming my second opening expertly. I relaxed onto Baldur’s chest, squeezing my eyes shut and losing myself to the sensations that were swirling inside of me. I heard a rhythmic grunting noise and realized it was coming from deep within me. It was unlike any noise I had made before.

When the thumb pulled away, I moaned at its loss, lifting my hips in a desperate search. When I felt another spurt of oil, I shuddered. I was ready.

Zev's cock prodded my opening. I gritted my teeth at the ring of fire that burned as he forced his way past my spasming muscles and into the waiting caverns of my second hole.

He began to move, pulling and positioning me even as Baldur’s cock stretched me to my breaking point. I was stuffed full, a deep pleasurable sensation of completion I had never felt before.

I grunted again as the men began to take me, slowly, in tandem, then faster and faster. I yelled aloud again. I had no more control. My thoughts abandoned me again and I screamed long and wild.

The sensations tore through me as the wolf-men took me for their pleasure. Pinned as I was between two massive chests, I couldn't see the eyes of the pack, but I could feel them burning into my naked skin. My whole body was pink from the pleasure and the pain of it. I heard their howls and they sounded like the noises my own mouth was making as Baldur and Zev pumped into me, thrusting in tandem and then in opposition so that I was constantly filled with them. I heard their moans of pleasure, the savage grunts and wild howls of the beasts they were and murmured words and whispered curses of their human voices.

I threw back my head to cry out and found my mouth crammed full of another cock. Thick fingers buried in my hair, and I nearly choked as the wolf buried himself into my throat. I tried to move my head, but found myself pinned between Baldur and Zev, unable to do anything but allow my mouth to be used for this new wolf's pleasure. He grunted, slamming himself into my throat so deep that I could inhale the animal scent that gathered at the base of his cock, there in the wiry hairs. His thigh muscles were twitching wildly and I felt the cock jerk in my mouth, twitching against my tongue, then a sudden hot jet slammed into the back of my throat. I swallowed, gasping, as rapidly as I could to keep from choking as he pumped my mouth full of the woodsy essence of him. With a snarl, he released me. I took a great lungful of air, only to have his lips slam into mine, his hot tongue invading the space where his cock just was. "I will follow you, my queen," he rasped into my mouth, and then he was gone.

My eyes rolled back into my head and I sagged against Baldur. He responded by pushing higher inside of me, pumping his hips in a swirling dance that managed to touch every part of me at once. I moaned, exhausted, as the pleasure was ripped from my body, the savage waves sending me shivering and bucking in a frenzy, my overwhelmed nerves screaming as the electricity whiplashed along my spine.

Zev's cock began twitching inside of me as he buried himself to the hilt. With a sudden violent spasm, he snarled savagely in my ear and pulled out of me. I felt the hot jets spurt onto my back as he growled and howled, his human voice mixing with his wolf voice in one cacophonous melding of pleasure. He bathed my back in his essence before plunging himself into my ass one more time, pumping me full before pulling out again. "You have my allegiance, my queen," he rasped into my ear, and I thought I saw him bow to me out of the corner of my eye.

I turned to look at Baldur, still watching me with his lips parted. He wound a fistful of my hair around his hand and held it taut, forcing me to watch him as he took his pleasure from me. His eyes were yellow, the pupils dark slits and he bared his teeth, nipping at my swollen lips while he fucked me.

All at once his mechanical pumping became spastic and frantic. Howling loudly, he flipped me onto my back. Lifting my legs over his shoulders, he slammed himself into me again and again, rasping my sensitive skin over the cold of the cave floor. He pumped over me twice more before pulling out and sending loads of his sticky white spunk onto my belly.

"Our queen!' came the shout.  I lay there, my body still pulsing and twitching as the cry went up in the crowd.  Baldur sat back on his heels and howled along with them.  I heard my name on their lips,
"Tarla! Tarla!"
they howled as one.  My pack.  I was their queen now.  I had been sent into the woods to die and now I was the queen of the werewolves, one woman holding all of the power.  I would bear their young and their loyalty from now until the end of my life.

I smiled at the ceiling.  No wonder the women in my village had kept this a secret.  When they walked off to meet their death, they were actually joining a new life. 

I scrambled to my feet, naked and dripping and howled along with my pack.

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