“Watch her back,” said Travis. The bark of the tree was scraping her, but it was only an afterthought. She could scarcely see in the darkness, only feel and hear. They were so strong, shifting her weight to the side like a ragdoll. A cock was pressed to her lips as another prodded her ass. Her men were going to fuck her proper, bring her to that blissful state only their ménage loving was capable of.
“Don’t ever scare me like that again. I’d search for you to the ends of the earth, even brave the cities to get you back,” said Garret. He was behind her. His big cock, soaked from her overflow of moisture, entered her ass in measured increments.
She didn’t answer, too busy sucking Patrick’s dick. He was salty, probably from running all this way through the forest. If only her oral sex skills could inspire love in him.
All the men shared her—fucking, touching, squeezing, nipping. She was in ecstasy, gently floating toward the finish line. It would be beautiful. She could already sense it. Her pussy and ass continually clamped down, but she tried her best to stave off her release for just a little longer.
They growled and roared, getting rougher and more determined. She loved every second of it.
She reached a blinding peak, her cries echoing high into the forest canopy. Cassidy didn’t hold back as she often did, but rode out her orgasm in full, savoring every delicious sensation. Her men didn’t stop until she was fully sated and completely spent. They’d have to carry her out of here because every bone in her body felt like mush.
“Rockford wolves,” said Patrick, his voice monotone but deadly. When she peered to her side, still slightly dazed, she saw several sets of glowing yellow eyes. They were surrounded by wolves. Cassidy sat up in a rush, adrenaline kicking in, forcing her back to reality.
“Oh, God,” she whispered. The men had no weapons, no chance of defending themselves…or her.
“Bastards followed us here,” said Travis. “What’s the plan, boss?”
Why weren’t they terrified? She could hear the wolves’ low growls. They crept closer, moving in for the kill. She grabbed hold of Evan, the closest man to her.
He wrapped a warm arm around her, holding her close to his side as they sat on the log. “Shhh. You don’t have to worry, Cassidy. You’re safe with us.” Evan stroked her hair as if there weren’t half a dozen man-eaters closing in.
“How?” They might be strong, but they couldn’t fight off wild animals with their bare hands.
Evan stood up, the faint moonlight highlighting every hard ridge of muscle from his pecs to his abs. “You should have told her long ago, Garret.” He shook his head disapprovingly, the other four men standing around her in a protective circle.
“She’ll remember me,” said Patrick. “I may as well go first.”
Then Patrick leaned forward, his body convulsing. She was horrified as his skin broke out in a thick coat of reddish fur. It was like a dream. No, a nightmare. By the time he was on all fours, his head was already turned in her direction. Those eyes.
It was her red wolf.
End of Book 5: Evan’s Victory
To be continued in
Book 6: Patrick’s Heart
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Stacey Espino resides in beautiful Ontario, Canada where she is busy raising her five school-aged children. She loves being a Canadian, but could do without the brutal winters. She enjoys writing erotic romance that will have you squirming in your seat. From hardcore cowboys to alpha shifters, she has you covered! Stacey also writes alternative M/M romance as Winona Wilder.
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