Free Hunted by the Alpha (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance) by Celina Reyer Page A

gray along his temples and made his chiseled features look like some Greek god exiled to the sewers.
     
    When I took his hand up, it felt like pure lightning shot between our fingers. My nipples became aroused and raised the leather covering my breasts into tips. Even my pussy moistened and I feigned a groan to cover up my excited gasp. I had felt this heat before in the tunnels, and figured it was just my body sexualizing the slaughter of werewolves, since little else did it for me. I hoped to god it wasn't my instincts betraying me, making me wet and ready for a surprise breeding.
     
    After I was up, I backed myself against a wall and took a deep breath.
     
    I felt my cheeks flush, not only because my nipples were pointing, but of how arousing the idea of being forcefully taken made me quiver with desire. If it had to be here, I secretly hoped this new Slavic guy would win out. Anyone but the English hooligan wolf.
     
    Pyotr came closer to me and extended his hand again. “Come, little one. Enjoy our hospitality or that of the hounds...the choice is yours.” His inhuman pupils flickered and he gestured at the drooling but beaten wolf staring at my crotch.
     
    The choice wasn't hard, but something wasn't right with this guy. I had never seen a wolf purposely not be a wolf in the tunnels, nor had I encountered one so well spoken. Then again, it wasn't as if I spent my hunting hours striking conversations with them.
     
    “How do I know you won't rape and kill me?” I said.
     
    “Remember what I said about beauty?" He nodded towards the whimpering wolf on the ground. "Bjorn would be humping your corpse if that was the case. You will be safe, I promise.”
     
    Yeah, I've heard that before.
     
    He didn't wait for me to take his hand again. In one fluid motion, he grabbed me and pulled me close to his chest. His musk bombarded me and my chest exploded with heat as if my soul had gone supernova. My whole body shuddered with arousal in his arms. My pussy grew sopping wet, and I felt like I was on the edge of an orgasm.
     
    “Cade, since you saw her first, pack law dictates that you are afforded as many nights with her as you wish.”
     
    That lying son of a bitch!
     
    “Alright! Fuckin' awesome!” English wolf hopped up.
     
    I punched Pyotr weakly as he hefted me over his back. “You lied to me!”
     
    “I didn't. I said come by my side if you didn't want to be made... inconvenienced. You weren't, nor will you be so long as you remain as you are. In my hands.” He was the epitome of all I fought against but I couldn't stop my body from writhing and pressed my breasts into him. The proximity gave me goosebumps and tingles. “You are welcome, by the way.”
     
    Before I could respond the werewolf whose accent I couldn't place knocked me over the head, eliciting a heavy backhand strike from Pyotr and a shout of outrage from Cade the English wolf. “Oi, you fuckin' fuck! Why is you hittin' me bird, Karl!?”
     
    Karl looked at Cade blankly. “Bjorn said he didn't like her look.”
     
    “The fuck are ya on about? Bjorn doesn't says anything!”
     
    “Heh...rape...”
     
    The last word I heard before hazy blackness swallowed my vision was from Pyotr. “Quiet.”
     
    ***
     
    When I opened my eyes once more, it was to the sound of heavy footsteps over stone. Cade's gutter speak had devolved more, were it even possible. He and the one who hit me seemed to be bickering over something. Whatever it was, they were on less friendly terms from when I first saw them.
     
    Worse still, my arousal had only inflamed while I was passed out. My thighs and groin humped against Pyotr, and my breasts pressed closer to his back with each step he took. What had I done to be cursed to feel like this? I felt myself rub the zipper further down my chest. With each descending inch, the leather loosened and the round, halved moons of my cleavage filled up more space within my suit, yearning to reveal themselves fully.
     
    My