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The following is an excerpt; the full story will be published here:
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“You foolish girl!” Marcus sneered. “You really thought you could play us, Alynnya? You thought that a few days of wearing our collar and being our little plaything would be enough to get you into The Order of the Red Rose?”
“The trials we’ve put you through were nothing compared to what the beast will do with you,” Louis added. The other men nodded in agreement. “Assuming he accepts you as tribute.”
Marcus turned my chin and made me look directly into his eyes. “It’s time to let the beast know that you’re ready for the ritual. And do you know how we let him know you’re ready?”
“You send him an engraved invitation?” I asked mockingly.
“Heh. Amusing. No. Like most animals, the beast can smell when a female is ready to be mated. You’re going to let him know you’re ready.”
Marcus reached out and slipped his fingers between my legs. I could have resisted. I could have clenched my legs closed, could have kicked at him. I didn’t. It was pointless.
He knew as well as I did that I was already wet, that being tightly restrained and fondled and vulnerable would have me highly aroused. He knew I’d been wet on the carriage ride here.
He looked me in the eye while he caressed me–as if daring me to object, to resist, to beg him to stop. I did none of those; I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. I also didn’t want him to stop.
It became a battle of wills…one which I was, of course, destined to lose. My body wouldn’t listen to my brain and my brain liked what he was doing to my body. I couldn’t keep quiet any longer, and I let out a moan.
Marcus grinned. “You’re close aren’t you? Just seconds more, and you’re going to come, yes?”
“Yes, Sir Marcus.”
“One more time, I want to hear you beg me to let you come.”
“Yesss…please, Sir Marcus…please let me come.”
Marcus stopped. “Oh. I’m so sorry. I would…but that’s the beast’s decision now.”
I let out a wail of frustration. As if in answer, a noise came from the woods.
“Hmmm.” Marcus whispered. “I think the beast has caught your scent.”
He replaced the gag, and stepped from the pool. He took one last wistful look at me and turned to take his place with the others.
Only a moment later, a rustling of the low brush signaled the arrival of the beast. The council members remained silent and still off to one side. Branches at the edge of the forest parted, and the beast stepped through into the clearing on his hind legs.
He appeared to be nearly eight feet tall, powerfully built with broad shoulders and chest that tapered down to a narrow waist and rippling abs. His waist was almost the height of my chest, and the rest of him towered over me.
Walking on his hind legs he looked remarkably human. From the waist up he looked very human, if not for his canine head, glowing yellow eyes, and mouth full of sharp teeth. From his hips down, he appeared to have the haunches and legs of a wolf.
He paused only a moment before striding up to me, never giving the council members a second look. He lowered his face down to meet me, his eyes staring into mine, his hot breath blowing my hair back from my cheeks. He sniffed once, twice, around my face, then sniffed my hair before lowering his snout down to my chest.
Warm drool escaped his maw and landed on my chest, running down the cleavage of my dress and dripping across my breasts. He sniffed across my collarbone and up my neck, then plunged his nose between my breasts. Then he clasped the front of my dress between his teeth, and tore it down the middle to my navel.
I gasped audibly at the sudden tearing and tugging. At once I felt the cool air against my newly bared flesh, and felt his warm saliva cooling and drying down my front. All the while I kept my eyes directly on him. I felt a mixture of fascination and fear–and anticipation.
He licked at my bare breasts, which surprised me enough to make me flinch. He raised one hand and lifted my breast with just one finger, then let it fall again, and lifted the other. Carefully and gently he took one claw and traced it over my breasts. I sucked in my breath and bit my tongue as the tip of his claw caught at my nipple, then traced back and flicked at it again.
Glancing down between my breasts, I saw his cock beginning to swell and emerge from its sheath of fur-covered skin. Like everything else from his hips down, it had wolf characteristics and seemed to be growing directly out from his body. Reddish in color with raised ridges and bulges, it was larger and longer than any human man I’d seen.
I must have been staring, because I heard the men snickering from their vantage nearby. “Now she sees there’s more than one reason he’s called ‘The Beast,’” said Marcus.
To be continued–
KatieD 