Free Bound to the Alpha: The Bundle by Viola Rivard

into the safety of the forest, Cain stopped, removing his shirt and kicking off his boots in preparation to shift. When he moved to unbutton his jeans, he stopped, glancing over at her. Instinctively, she looked away.
    “How did you know what to say to him?” he asked quietly.
    Sarah shrugged. “I don’t know. I just acted like a regular, dumb twenty-something-year-old. I’m just glad he bought it.”
    She felt him come up behind her and place his hands on her hips. “You could have told him who you were. Asked him to take you back to your family.”
    Sarah rolled her eyes. She turned, stepping up onto his boots to get her feet out of the snow. “Do you really think I would do something like that?”
    Cain pressed his forehead against hers. Firmly, he said, “If anything like that happens again, you are not to defend me.”
    “You need to get back to your pack.” She gave him a weak smile. “Worry about yourself. Nobody needs me.”
    His hands came up to frame her face. “I need you to be safe.”
    The look in his eyes unnerved Sarah. Palms sweating, she gripped his shirt and stood on the tips of her toes, kissing him. Like the rest of his body, Cain’s lips were warm and firm, but with a streak of sensuality that made her insides quiver.
    When Cain didn’t kiss her back, she felt as if a rock had dropped in her stomach. She pulled away, prepared to apologize, but before she could say anything, he shoved her down. Sarah yelped as her butt hit the snow. Cain was on her before she had time to process what was happening, his body covering hers, his mouth covering hers.
    She wrapped her arms around Cain’s neck, holding onto him as he assaulted her mouth. His kiss was brutal and dominant. He thrust his tongue into her mouth as one of his fangs, which he had been so careful with the night before, cut her bottom lip. The tangy, coppery taste of blood filled her mouth.
    Her adrenaline surged, heightening all of her senses. His masculine scent became a drug that she couldn’t get enough of. It permeated every cell of her body, making her nerve endings sing for him. The snow chilled her back, but everywhere he touched blazed with a searing intensity.
    It wasn’t normal to want someone so badly, to react to someone so strongly. It was that, and not the fact that he was ripping her pants off, that frightened her. She had kissed men before—she had even had sex with a man, but this was so much more than that. It was raw, primitive, and animalistic, and she couldn’t get enough of it.
    When Cain unzipped his jeans, she was waiting, eager to catch him as he sprang free. He was a solid, heavy weight in her hand. She squeezed him until he growled into her mouth—a warning. A warning that he was the one in control. Ignoring him, she increased the pressure of her grip.
    Cain pulled away from her face, snarling at her. His wild eyes blazed with equal parts anger and lust. The muscles in his face were taut and straining, as if he was fighting a shift. This was not the man who had taken her gently the night before, the man who had held her until she fell asleep.
    This was the wolf.
    He stared at her for only the span of a breath, but in that short time, she realized just how hopeless her situation was. A man could make a woman feel special, make her feel desired, make her feel important—and it could all be a lie. She knew this all too well, and it was exactly why she had been able to steel herself against Cain.
    Looking into the wolf’s eyes, she realized that it wasn’t anger she saw there. It was a fierce possessiveness. His eyes told her more than his lips ever could.
    He wanted her.
    He needed her.
    She belonged to him.
    As her mind was reeling to take this all in, Cain snatched her hand away from him and turned her, forcing her onto her knees. There was nothing gentle about the way he took her. One second she felt him positioning himself behind her, and the next he was slamming into her. She cried out, gripping at the