Free Bound to the Alpha: The Bundle by Viola Rivard Page A

wet earth for purchase as he began pumping into her.
    His pace was relentless, and only the adrenaline coursing through her veins made it more pleasure than pain. Claws—they had to be claws—punctured the flesh of her hips, helping him to latch on as he battered against her.
    Between the frigid snow on her tender nipples, the sting of his grip on her hips, and his hard cock spearing her with pleasure and pain, she was overloaded with sensation. Her orgasm crashed into her with such force that she momentarily felt as if she’d been thrown from her body. Nothing existed—not the cold, not the pain, not even the pleasure—just the incredibly singular feeling of utter release.
    She came back to herself in a daze, just in time to feel Cain’s final thrust. There was no ambiguity this time; it hurt. Her pained moan was lost under his deafening roar. The sound reverberated through her bones as he climaxed, pouring himself deep inside of her.
    Once he had given her all he had, Cain collapsed, pulling her against his body. The aftershocks of her orgasm, coupled with renewed awareness of the cold, had her shaking in his arms.
    Sarah didn’t regret the night they had shared together. It had been everything she could have hoped for: tender, passionate, and beautiful. For a little while, she had even been able to pretend that he cared about her. It was the perfect memory to take and to keep for the rest of her life.
    But she regretted this.
    This, what they had just done, was none of those things. Cain had demolished her—shattered her into a million pieces and she had loved every second of it, even the pain. Especially the pain. It was more real than anything she had ever experienced.
    Cain was nuzzling her neck, his fangs lightly abrading her skin. He was still inside of her, and she could feel him growing hard again. As if it hadn’t just been torn apart, her body throbbed in response, eager to accommodate him again.
    The second time was slower, gentler, but no less primal. He took her like an animal taking its mate, she thought.
    Sarah knew that she would never be the same. For the rest of her life, no sex would ever be like this. For the rest of her life, no man would ever be Cain.

Chapter 13
    F rom his perch at the top of the precipice, Cain could see smoke coiling up from the distant lowlands. It was part of his territory, and likely the work of humans, though he had no desire to find out. He had learned a long time ago that with that species, it was best to cut one’s losses. No piece of land was worth dying for, not when an alpha had a pack and a family to provide for.
    After climbing the precipice, Cain had a better idea of where he was, but still did not know how much time had passed. More than one day, that he knew for certain. The last mating thrall he had experienced had lasted over two nights, and he hadn’t even desired his female. His former mate had satisfied his physical needs, but this female, Sarah, she had filled parts of him that Cain had not known were empty.
    In return, he had ruined her. It was the most selfish thing he had ever done. He was not some juvenile experiencing his first thrall. He could have resisted. The moment she had pressed her lips to his, Cain had been given two choices: reject her, or claim her.
    The decision had been made in an instant, yet it had not. It had been inevitable. From the moment he had decided to couple with her, or even before that, when he pulled her from the river, a part of him had known that he would never be able to let her go.
    In his wolf form, Cain padded away from the precipice, heading back into the quiet forest. Sarah would be awake soon. Nearly as affected by the mating thrall as he, she would be disoriented as well as frightened to wake alone in the dark cave where he had tucked her away. He would have to hunt quickly and return to her.
    Tonight, they would set out for Greystone and with any luck he would be back home with his pack and his family by