Free Taken By The Alpha (Timber Valley Pack) by Georgette St. Clair Page A

have to hope that she could make it out without running into anybody.
    She quickly shed the pajamas that the Killingworth pack had provided for her, and sprayed herself from head to toe with Noscentium.  That would increase her chances of getting past the sentries that Killingworth would have on patrol. Noscentium grew in the wild, so if they smelled it, it wasn’t likely to aruse their suspicions.
    She looked out the window. She didn’t see anybody watching. They had no reason to think she’d be able to open the bars.
    She wrapped up an outfit and tied the clothes in a bundle, with the cell phone in the center. She’d call for help when she got far enough away from the Killingworth pack property.  Carefully, painstakingly, she slid out of the window and dropped to the ground, with the clothing bundle in her hand.  Then she looked around her, shifted into wolf form, grabbed the bundle in her mouth, and ran as fast as she could, headed towards the wooded area that would offer the most cover.
    With her wolf-enhanced senses, she could scent several wolves just around the corner of the main house.  Her legs churned as she raced towards the tree line. Almost there…
    She smelled a familiar scent. Maddox.
    Damn the luck.
    She ran faster, legs slashing through the grass, but he was on her in seconds, and knocked her  off of her feet.
    She shifted back to human form, and he did too.
    He lay on top of her. The night was warm and sultry.  She was panting from her run. It was from her run, wasn’t it?
    “Well, well, well,” he said with a grin. “My little runner.”
    “Don’t you ever sleep?” she groused.
    “I’m the Alpha. I sleep with one eye open.”
    She wondered if that was literally true. The only way to find out, of course, would be to sleep with him. Damn it, why did her thoughts always go in that direction these days?
    “Get off me,” she grumbled. “You’re enjoying this way too much.” She could feel the hard length of his erection pressing into her stomach, and it sent a rush of wetness between her thighs.
    “And you aren’t?” He grinned.  He had her there. Her nipples were swollen and pressing against his chest.
    “Not in the slightest,” she lied.
    “Newsflash. We’re wolves, sweetheart. I can scent your arousal.”  He moved slightly, his smooth skin sliding over hers, and smelled her hair, drawing his breath in deeply. “You smell delightful.”
    She shivered, as a rush of red hot desire washed over her. She wanted him so badly she ached for it. There was a throbbing pulse between her legs. Despite herself she found her body moving to fit against his, sliding her hips under him.
    He stared down at her, hunger burning in his gaze, and brushed her hair out of her face with a surprisingly soft and gentle touch. He caressed her cheek with his thumb, and she bit back a moan. “I wonder if you taste as good as you smell.”
    She moaned out loud then, a wordless sound of pure arousal, and he wrapped one leg around her, bending down to kiss her.  Her lips parted and she felt her resistance melt away as her animal side took over.  All she felt was urgent need, the desire to meld with him, to pull his thick, hard cock inside her and thrust against him.
                  His lips brushed against hers, sending a sizzle of pleasure through hers, and she waited for him to kiss her passionately, to take her…
                  He pulled away, and shook his head hard as if to refocus himself. “No,” he growled.
                  She bit back a frustrated moan. “No, what?” she said defensively. “I didn’t ask you anything.”
                  “No, I can’t take advantage of a hostage no matter how badly I want to. I mean, I normally don’t want my hostages anyway. Just you.”
                  She could hardly hear for the blood pounding in her ears. “How…how badly exactly?”
                  He favored her with a