Taken by the Werebear Pack (Steamy Innocent BBW Werebear Menage Romance) (7 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.”

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