Free Craving Red: Paranormal Erotic Retelling of Red Riding Hood (Erotic Kingdom) by Rosalind Scarlett Page B

into her head, crying out in
pleasure.  Smiling in satisfaction, Aric repeated his movement, until he was
pumping her skillfully.
    Knowing that Dane was watching, she allowed
herself to fully immerse herself in the experience, giving her pleasure full
rein to control the sounds which escaped her.  Closing her eyes, she moved her
body against Aric’s and imagined he was Dane.  
    Before long, another orgasm was taking over her. 
She embraced it, giving herself over to it fully.
    When she opened her eyes again, Kaia looked
about and was quite disenchanted to see that Dane was nowhere to be seen. 
    What the hell?  Where did he go?  Well, that’s
fine.  One less male for me to have to service.
    But the truth was that Dane was the only one Kaia
had ever envisioned herself actually giving herself to.  And now he did not even
want her.  What had she done?
    When the hulking Magnar moved in on her, she
knew she was in well over her head.  He was just as rough as Thorin had been,
but his quiet brooding darkness frightened her even more.  Straightaway, Kaia
sensed that he was a man capable of boundless amounts of violence.  The
darkness within his eyes as he drove himself into her sent fear straight to her
heart, virtually paralyzing her soul.  And now without Dane’s familiar and
comforting presence, suddenly she felt more vulnerable.
    In fact, while he was mating her, none of the
other pack mates even dared to interrupt in the slightest with sticking their
cocks in her face.  Instead they maintained their respectable distance,
patiently awaiting their turn.
    Kaia found herself wondering why it was he was
not the Alpha, since it seemed even Thorin had a healthy respect for him.  Not
that she cared anything for the politics of their savage way of life.
    Not sure how much more of this she could take,
she was relieved when he spent himself inside her. 
    Not sure if it was the effects of the herbs the
women had given her to smoke or the aftermath of being frightened as she was
taken by Magnar catching up to her, but Kaia felt she no longer had a hold on
herself.  She wanted to escape, to remove herself.  As Jorn, the fourth male
took his place between her legs, she just laid there and took it, biding her
time until it was over. 
    Needing to escape her body, she let her mind
wander.  And it wandered straight to Dane.  No longer did she want to drive him
from her mind.  She needed him, his presence to comfort her through this.  Even
if the only way he could be with her was in her mind. 
    God, how I wish he was here, close to me!  Just
to be able to look into his eyes gave me more comfort, made me feel safer than
I have ever known.  Why did he choose to leave?  Was it because he no longer
wants me?  Or does he truly want more for us as I do with him?  Is he even
capable of such a thing, having been raised among them, instilled with their primitive
beliefs?
    Feeling as though she was about to lose
consciousness, Kaia didn’t even realise when Jorn was finished with her and the
fifth male had begun his turn with her.  She scarcely even knew what was going
on anymore, apart from the rhythmic rocking of her body against the wood.  But
her body seemed detached from her now, like she had floated away from it and
could no longer feel what it felt.  And for that, she was truly grateful. 
Especially since the last male was that letch, Viggo. 
    He was the last one.  It was nearly over. 
    Except for that he shouldn’t have been the last
one.  It would have been Dane.  No, actually he should have been the first. 
Although, with the state her body— not to mention her mind— was in by the end
of it, Kaia was almost glad he had chosen to remove himself from tonight’s
group mating.  Their mating deserved to be so much more than that.
    At the threshold of oblivion, Kaia was carried
back, though by whom she had no idea.  She allowed herself to imagine it was
Dane, come back to care for her after such a taxing