Free Rescued by the Pack by Leah Knight

lips, wishing for the opportunity to take him between her lips, but he was just as eager as she to feel the pleasure of full penetration.
     
    He grasped his cock and positioned it between her legs, rubbing it through her glistening slit, gathering her hot slickness on the head. His eyes captured hers, and she bit her lip with anticipation.
     
    She felt the head pressing against her, and she reached up and grabbed his buttocks, squeezing their muscular fullness and pulling him into her.
     
    He entered her in one smooth thrust, slipping inside her and filling her, plunging so deep she could swear she felt him within every inch of her body.
     
    Michael, never breaking eye contact, grabbed her wrists and pushed them harshly onto the muddy ground above her head, restraining her. She surrendered herself to him willingly, matching his thrusts with her own as she began to grind against him.
     
    His expression was far more than masculine eroticism. It was primal, animalistic. As he thrust inside her, his lip curled into a snarl that thrilled Allison delightfully. His eyes were wide with some savage hunger for her, and he began to groan a with a fierceness that resembled a growl.
     
    Pleasure was mounting inside her. Her flesh quivered at random points, and she clenched around his cock as he plunged inside her and withdrew. Her orgasm began to ripple, and then it swept across her body like a tidal wave of intensity. She cried out and clawed his back, arching her head backward as her eyes rolled back into her head.
     
    “Oh, Michael!” she cried. “Michael, yes!”
     
    His voice was low and savage, snarling. He began to pant, and his head dropped to her chest, his forehead resting there, rising and falling with each breath she took. He thrust faster now, and his arms began to tremble. His cock twitched, and then his thrusting became erratic, his timing lost. He moaned loudly, and he pulsed inside her, spilling his seed into her in hot, sticky spurts.
     
    Finally, his weight collapsed on top of her as he struggled to catch his breath. His hand grasped her face, squeezing firmly and bringing her mouth to his. He kissed her harshly, and she wrapped her arms around his quivering body and held on as though she would never let go.
     
    As the rain fell around them and the thunder echoed its lonely rumble in the distance, they lay entangled, their breathing slowly melding into one. Michael closed his eyes as he rested his head on her chest.
     
    Then his eyes popped open and he sat up with a gasp.
     
    “What have I done?” Michael moaned.
     
    Allison finally realized the gravity of their situation, and the faces of Luke and Logan stared at her through the haze of passion from which she was just beginning to emerge.
     
    “Oh, my god,” Allison murmured.
     
    “They’ll never come back, now” Michael lamented, running his hand harshly through his dripping hair.
     
    “We won’t tell them,” Allison suggested.
     
    “They’ll know,” Michael said.
     
    “But, you said the bond was broken,” Allison argued. “Maybe they won’t know.”
     
    “They’ll know,” he repeated. “They’ll know, and they’ll hate me forever.”
     
    As the clouds began to part and golden sunlight peeked through the trees in streams, the two of them sat in silence. What could be done? Was the pack forever broken? There had to be some way to mend it.
     
    “I know!” Allison suddenly gasped, her face lit with excitement.
     
    Michael looked at her with an eyebrow lifted quizzically.
     
    “I’ll let myself get captured by Victor!” she squealed with glee.
     
    “What?” Michael’s voice boomed more loudly than the thunder ever had. “Absolutely not! I forbid it!”
     
    “You can’t forbid me! You don’t own me!” Allison shouted.
     
    “I most certainly can, and I do!” he shouted back. “You cannot do that! What if they… what if…”
     
    “Michael,” she said softly, her hand brushing his cheek. “It’s the