Insatiable Box Set: Books 1-4

by Rice, Rachel E.

  “What? You talk like you have no choice in the matter. Don’t you have some self-control? You said yourself that I’m too skinny. How can you mate with me with that enormous thing you have between your legs. I can’t...”

  “Enough of this!” he said gazing at Adrienne. “Don’t you realize that I’m a werewolf?”

  “Get the fuck out of here,” Adrienne said laughing.

  “That’s right. I’m going to claim you, whether you want me to or not,” he said low, calm, and easy.

  “You’re not going to do any such thing.” And she back up against the wall of the cave. Wilder looked at her amused. A smile came across his lips.

  Adrienne smiled, “You’re just joking aren’t you? There are no werewolves and you’re not going to fuck me, and you don’t have to mate with me, do you?”

  Wilder lay on the bear rug then closing his eyes he fell asleep with Adrienne looking at him. She placed some of the pain pills in the water, he would sleep for a while, giving her time to get away, because clearly, she was dealing with a deranged individual.

  With just her leggings, worn boots, and a large fur coat covering half of her naked body, she gathered up some of the animal pelts and placed them around her face and head, and ran to the opening of the cave. She hit the frozen water with a hammer and it left a large hole where she climbed through.

  Standing in the opening weighing her options she decided to risk the snow. Wrapping small furs around her feet she was ready to brave the unknown. It was slow going at first. But she thought she would be miles away when that handsome crazy man woke.

  ***

  Breathing hard and feet almost frozen she saw a clearing. So she kept walking. Making it through the frozen grass she saw lots of trees. She trudged along and before she could get into the forest, a large black bear with a cub lumbered out of the path between the pines. Standing still, Adrienne backed up slowly. The black bear gazed at her, she appeared hungry and Adrienne eyes glanced down, it wasn’t safe to fix gaze with a bear with a cub. She backed up slowly giving herself time. Time for what? She thought.

  Then she heard the sound of a wolf in a distance, his loud cry sent chills through her body. She looked up and standing on a ledge of a hill was the large white wolf. He put his head down and began racing in her direction.

  She tried running, but the bear began a mad surge in her direction. Two predators fighting over the same skinny corpse she imagined. Praying and wondering why she didn’t stay with Wilder and take her chances with him, she dropped into the snow from exhaustion, and before she passed out she prayed that her death would be quick. From reading the books in the cave, she figured that if the large wolf got to her first, he would puncture her neck at the jugular vein, and that would be that—a quick death.

  Which death was better she asked herself before fainting. Neither one would be pretty, she thought.

  Chapter 3

  Wilder reached Adrienne just in time. He stood in front of the bear prepared for a fight. His large canines showing through his raised lips. His body five feet tall on all fours, his hair rising on his back, but his fighting stance, not enough to deter the ferocious female bear from her prey.

  Hungry, and trying to get to the river to hunt fish, the bear would eat what she could because Adrienne was there and she was potential food. Wilder knew the danger of a bear ready to hibernate and he prepared himself for the onslaught. He needed to protect Adrienne at the risk of his life. The bear lunged at Wilder, and tore into his already wounded arm, but Wilder’s strong mouth and teeth ripped a pieces of the bear’s leg and it backed off, heading back into the forest.

  With blood oozing from his legs, he hobbled in the direction of the cave. He lifted Adrienne, with his mouth, who had fainted into the cold snow. His powerful jaws held her and carried her as he would a wolf pup. He had done this many times playing with the young wolves in his packs. When the pups matured they respected him and yield to his Alpha status.

  Wilder wanted a family of his own, but never found a female Werewolf compatible to him. She had to accept his brothers and the female would have to be fertile. Most Werefemales were sterile. And to have a strong pack, it was imperative that any female he chose would have to bear all their pups, because as triplets, and all Alpha wolves, they were inseparable. Wilder and his brothers made a pact and swore that they would stay together, and they controlled the territory they inherited equally from their father, and neither were willing destroy or push the other out.

  His brothers agreed that whomever Wilder selects they would accept and mate with her because they trusted his decision as the head Alpha. And if for some reason he died the next in line would take her and marry her. As he headed for the cave with blood dripping from his wounds, that may come sooner than he thought.

  ***

  Building a fire wasn’t easy with Wilder’s injured arm. He set Adrienne on the bear rug, pulled the wet animal skins and black leggings from her body. She shivered from the cold, as he managed to get the fire going. He made the uncomfortable and difficult transformation into human form and then lay beside her holding her in his comforting large arms.

  Being with this female is taxing, he thought. Never had he been in so much danger, or had to make so many changes to human form. Usually on his working ranch, he and his brothers will spend that time as humans entertaining and being entertained, but when the moon is full he will assume the appearance of a wolf to hunt and maintain their survival skills. He enjoyed his time alone hunting and wandering through the western states, visiting packs, and hearing their grievances.

  He and his brother’s controlled a large territory in several states, Nevada, Oregon, Washington, and Wyoming, and his small pack in Alaska. Returning from Oregon to his ranch in Nevada, he decided to hunt for game to replenish the food at the cave for the winter, but an early snowfall had prevented him from catching the swift buck in front of him as well as the unsuspecting accident that brought Adrienne into his life and to his cave.

  Seeing the shaking Adrienne, Wilder made a change once more to a wolf. He lay down beside her to keep her warm preventing her from freezing. His thick fur would protect her from frostbite. Adrienne woke and all she saw was the large white wolf sleeping near her. She screamed and when she did, Wilder’s body began to change, he tried to stop it but it was impossible at this stage of his transformation. His natural animal instinct had taken over him and he began to transform into the human but he resisted and reverted back to the wolf.

  Wilder stood on all fours and the scream from Adrienne heightened. The sound echoed around the cave causing his large ears to ring. Surprisingly her scream didn’t affect him as much as the howl of the females of his pack. It took on a calming effect and he wanted to protect her but from whom? So he changed once more to his human shape and she screamed louder. With his transformation complete, he cupped her mouth with his large hands.

  “Quiet, you will call wolves to this cave. Few know where it’s located.”

  “Tell me,” she whispered, “Tell me I didn’t see you change from a wolf to a man,” she said shaking and arms trembling at her side. Dropping the skins from her body when she stood, she was now standing naked in front of the tall handsome male. He grabbed her and brought her to him. Holding her close he gazed into her eyes and she locked eyes with this amazing man. She felt his body heat and warm her like she had never felt before. “I didn’t need to see that,” she said with her eyes wide.

  “Quiet.”

  His large arms with muscles rippling across his chest, tall and tough like the pines in the forest. She felt safe. She felt his manhood.

  Once when she was threatened by a group of frat boys, her fiancé, Paul, asked if she did anything that made them want to attack her. And if that wasn’t a slap in the face, he even suggested that she may have dressed suggestive to bring on the attack.

  She never forgot their faces. But she never reported them because Paul was a member of that fraternity, and he begged her not to, with all th
e usual reasons. Against her better judgment she didn’t report them. She did see a doctor and the news wasn’t good, and that was another reason to leave in the middle of the night, and put distance from him, and the horrific memories.

  Adrienne knew then that Paul wasn’t for her. But this beautiful protective man had potential, if she could get over him being a werewolf and wanting to share her with his brothers, she would consider him as a potential, to put it into his words, ‘mate.’ When she saw her chance to leave Paul she took it. She wished she had made better plans before departing on this journey, which had turned into an adventure she could have done without.

  “You’re going to freeze in the next few minutes if you don’t get some clothes on,” Wilder said with hungry eyes surveying her naked body.

  “Where are my clothes and what am I doing back here?” He dropped his arms and walked away from her. With his absence, her scalp to her toes trembled from the cold when he took his heat away. She pulled a fur poncho over her head. It had been setting on a large tree stump used as a table.

  “There are boots over there. I made them,” he said to Adrienne. She glanced where Wilder pointed. She took a few steps and picked them up. Then she sat on the rug and tried to pull them over her feet, where her naked crouch became exposed. She watched his manhood increase in size. Quickly she closed her legs when she noticed the look on Wilder’s face. She peeked at him, and he replied, “I made them for my mate. Female werewolves have smaller feet than humans. I’ll make you some tomorrow.”

  “Well where is she?” Wilder didn’t answer because he had no mate. No one but her.

  Then Wilder said, “I have to tend the fire and get you something to eat. Adrienne sat down on the rug and fell asleep. It had been a long day and night. All the excitement of the bear and learning that the notion of Wilder being a werewolf was real, and not a joke. She had to find out how that worked. And how could he hide their existence from the outside world.

  She knew something of wolves. She knew that they had been hunted into nonexistence. There were a small numbers now inhabiting a few states in the U S and only a few left in Alaska and Russia. But how did they evolve into these creatures, sometimes human and sometimes wolves.

  Wilder returned carrying a piece of smoked wild duck. “We’re running out of food. If my brother’s don’t make it back because of the heavy snow, I’ll have to go hunting.”

  “How can you hunt with that wound?”

  “So you care about me.” Yes she cared, but she didn’t want him to know.

  “I just know that if you’re hurt then you’ll try something stupid and get killed and I’ll be alone here and starve before you get back,” she whined. He turned, eyes narrow and dark, and he gave out a growl. And she jumped. “I’m just kidding, but you ate all that food not me,” she reminded him.

  “I can last longer than you without food. I can go without food for two weeks or maybe three, can you? I’m not doing this for me it’s for you,” he said his eyes now soft and clear. Adrienne forced a smile.

  Sitting against a chair and eating the succulent duck, she sucked the juice from her fingers. “It’s the last one. You will have to eat some of the bear meat,” he said taking a long look at her breasts where the neck line of the poncho dipped.

  She caught his gaze and put her hands over them. “I can’t eat that meat,” she said.

  “You will have to,” he reminded her. “I’ll go out tonight.”

  “Don’t leave me here,” she said pulling his arm. He glanced down at her hand on his arm, and tightened his eyes. “I don’t know your name and you never asked mine,” Adrienne said. “All you call me is female and I’m tired of that as if I’m not a person with feelings.” His face relaxed. “What if something happens to you? Then what?” She said.

  “I have to get wood for the fire,” he said. He left in the direction of the bedroom to put on pants and a shirt, then he turned. “My name is Wilder.”

  “My name is Adrienne. We have enough until morning. Don’t go. If you sleep near me, it can last until daylight. I don’t want you to leave me in the dark,” she said with her face taking on a calm glow, “and besides you’re hurt. Anything could happen.”

  After eating and convincing Wilder not to leave her alone, Adrienne propped herself up to read. She needed to know more about the life she had been thrown into—Wilder’s world. She glanced over to see that Wilder had taken one of the pain pills, and looking at his magnificent body, with scars crisscrossing his back and arms, it’s was no wonder he had pain pills and antibiotics on his shelf.

  ***

  The cave turned bitter cold. She put down the book, walked and looked down on him sleeping, but he wasn’t sleeping, he could smell her body and he became aroused. He didn’t know how long he could keep himself from her. He couldn’t sleep or rest and he needed his rest to hunt and for his body to heal. She bent her knees and lay down near him.

  She found pieces of cloth and fur to cover her vagina, disguising her smell. Lying near and being near him, she could tell how sexually aroused he had become. She felt the same, but she could control hers. Her body didn’t dictate that she had to mate with anyone if she didn’t want to but she did want to. She was afraid that her opening couldn’t accommodate his large penis. And what about his brothers? He has all but said that if she accepts him, she would have to accept his brothers. How would that work if she even considered such an arrangement?

  Because of her past, she remained frightened of the idea.

  Looking over at him she inched under his large arms and as if he knew she would be close, he raised his massive muscled arm, and she lay under it. Feeling the surge of heat from his body surround her, and the sensation of lying close to him, with her butt next to his large cock, she began to squirm around trying to get comfortable without waking him. His firm biceps were like rocks that held her in place and she couldn’t move if she wanted to. Yet she felt safe in his arms. She couldn’t imagine being any other place.

  He moved closer leaving no room between them, no room for rejection, no room to deny him what he needed, and what she knew was inevitable.

  Wilder let out a soft moan as he nuzzled his nose in Adrienne’s hair, sliding it down, down the softness of her throat. His lips caressing the throb and beat of her life’s vein. It called the wolf in him. The warmth of her neck ignited the bases of his animal instincts. Feeling her heart beat, he moved down her body and with his hand he placed her breast in his mouth and sucked her hard nipple, and he fell into the rhythm of her body.

  Adrienne’s faint moan of pleasure echoed through the cave. It was loud and it escaped because the pad of his thumb inched down between her legs. She opened them wide and his finger touched her clit and she couldn’t tell if it was her moaning or Wilder. His mouth moved to the other breast and his hunting eyes lowered to her folds.

  With his mouth on her tender nipple and his fingers entering her opening, he felt the warmth of it, drenched and tempting.

  Chapter 4

  Somehow during the night Wilder slept soundly, that meant that he was getting well or was it a feeling of contentment that had alluded him since he became an Alpha wolf. Wilder, the elder of his two brothers, Lycell and Drayton were born into a pack of werewolves, who had scattered all over the United States when men were hunting and destroying wolves out of fear and because they hunted the deer and elk like the humans.

  The humans didn’t like encroachment on their territories just as wolves disliked them for the same reasons. The wolves had a right not to tolerate the humans because humans killed for sport, and rarely ate what they killed but wolves killed for survival.

  His father the Alpha male sent them away when his mother, a human, gave birth to the triplet pups. They took their pups to a rendezvous site, the cave, where they could be safe, and brought them food. When they became older their father taught them to hunt. The werewolves couldn’t maintain large packs then because men would hunt them down and kill them, thinking they were on
ly wolves. To prevent humans from knowing about werewolves, they dispersed throughout the US keeping their packs small. Some became important members of their towns inhabited by humans.

  Wilder’s father a respected member of society was asked to run for governor of the state of Nevada. He couldn’t give up his nature of the hunt, and was eventually killed by a human. Wilder’s mother learning of her husband’s death didn’t want to live without him, and she lay in the wilderness and stayed in the elements until she died during the worse snowfall of the year.

  He glanced over at the small human lying in his arms. She wasn’t like the females in the packs he controlled. Their father’s tried to mate him with them, but none were like the woman he saw before him. Her beautiful silken honey colored hair. Her arresting sparkling brown eyes. Her strength of spirit. She possessed a softness and kindness that he had never seen before in the females in his packs. When she looked at him there was no fear of him in her intelligent gold-flecked eyes, brimming with passion.

  ***

  He nuzzled his nose in her soft hair to catch her scent. She had the freshness of a wild flower and a fresh water stream filled with fish. A scent he would never forget or want to forget. She belonged to him and he would claim her for himself and his brothers.

  Thinking that he could take her now and impregnate her, then she would have no choice but to stay with him, but he would have to do it soon. Who would accept a wolf pup, she would have to come back to him if she dared leave, he thought.

  He placed his hands on her breasts. Her breasts stimulated all his natural feelings. His gaze soft and appreciative, admiring her full, gorgeous, firm, well-endowed breasts. She could have his pups and the possibility of siring twins or triplets would not be unheard of. His mother had triplets. His two brothers would have pups with her and soon he would have the pack that he wanted and they could rule over much of the U S. He wouldn’t need to leave to check his territory. He could stay on his ranch with Adrienne at his side.