Free Collared by Wolves [The Haunt of the Wolves 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Jennifer Denys Page A

still feel surreal and like one big dream.
    The breathing having nearly returned to normal, Natasha hesitated. Her chest was tight with conflicting emotions and needs. She might have enjoyed the BDSM, but the werewolves were another matter entirely.
    “Okay, girl. You were brave enough to try BDSM. Surely you can summon courage to accept werewolves?”
    Her heart started thumping as she made her decision, and pushing away from the wall, she turned back toward the door.
    Suddenly a hand clasped itself around her mouth, and she let out a muffled cry. It was a furry hand.
    Oh my God. They’ve come for me after all.
    “Hold her tight. We don’t want her getting away.” An arm came around her body, holding her tightly.
    They’re going to take me back inside. Part of her was excited by the idea of repeating what they had done earlier, and she felt a renewed throbbing in her clit. And yet, she was also scared as the hand covering her mouth and the arm closely wrapped around her waist propelled her in the opposite direction.
    Why that way? What was going on? That made her dig her heels in.
    This wasn’t right. Suddenly she didn’t want this. It felt like it was something she was being forced to do. Why couldn’t they just say they wanted to talk to her further or ask her back inside to continue? Or even ask for her phone number so they could contact her again? Except that was what ordinary guys did, and she hadn’t wanted ordinary.
    In her anger, at herself as much as them, she started kicking out, beating on the arms that held her. Her nails dug into the arm, and she tried to pull it away without success, crying into the hand over her mouth to stop, to let her go. But only muted sounds emerged. She then tried to yell, but it was useless and Natasha began to feel extremely distressed as she was dragged away from the building, which now felt like a sanctuary.
    But which of them was it? Did Seamer want to take his anger out on her after the others had elbowed in? But that wasn’t her fault, surely, and he had given her such a terrific orgasm. Did Max want to force her to finish him off? But he had seemed a nice person. And what about the other two? Did they want to take her like the others had? But hadn’t they been caressing her gently when it had all come to a head?
    “Damn the little bitch. Someone take her legs.” The voice at her ear was very deep and rough-sounding. The sneer in his tone wasn’t something she’d heard from the others.
    Who’s that? It didn’t sound like any of the guys she had been with earlier, and a sliver of terror went through her at the realization that this was someone else entirely.
    Oh shit!
    When another being came around to take her legs, she could see it wasn’t one of her men. He was partly shifted, so his face was wolf-like with fur on his arms, but his body was still upright and he was in clothing. Even though she had only seen her men briefly in wolf form, she was certain this one was a stranger, and she groaned, lashing out in fury and despair as the wolfman grabbed her legs, pinching her skin as he did.
    Christ. No! What’s happening? What do they want?
    She started to fight in earnest now, twisting and turning as best she could, her skirt riding up over her bottom, but they had a tight grip on her, their fingers digging in deep, hurting her. Another one had taken hold of her wrists, stopping her hits, which seemed feeble to her as they didn’t seem to feel a thing. Even bucking didn’t help, and she wept at the hopelessness of her situation.
    Suddenly she saw they were taking her toward a black van with painted windows, and this reinforced the notion that something bad was going to happen, particularly when a fourth person opened the doors and grinned at them. His leering face scared her.
    “Come on. Hurry up or someone will come out.” A fifth voice sounded off to her left. “Have the others gone ahead?”
    Others? Oh shit. How many more of them were there?
    Emotions