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Rescued from the clutches of the greedy panthers, Holly is taken to the den by her wolf captors to serve the alpha and the rest of the pack. The full moon is coming fast and she's out of options. She'll have to rise above all expectations to meet the pack's growing sexual needs.
Warning: This story contains explicit sex and is for adults only!
A sample of the fun to come:
Up ahead there was a tiny dot of light—it looked like a star at first—that continued to rapidly grow as they approached it. It was a bonfire on the beach, one that lit up the surface of the water with flaming reflections. The moon was almost fully out now, its brightness mingling with the reflection of the bonfire. They cleared the trail and ended up on the beach as well, the fire illuminating the bodies of upwards of ten werewolves. Two of the men were lying on blankets on the ground, seemingly unconscious. Gal'len set her on her feet, the robe spreading against the sand like it was a red carpet. Her toes sunk into the sand. "Welcome," he said. "This is our pack." Holly immediately picked out Luca, Crynn, and Vincent. As expected, none of the others looked familiar. Everyone's eyes were on her, staring inside of her like her skin was translucent. They were reading her, feeling her out. What was her body saying to them? "My friends," Gal'len said, "this is a time for celebration. Holly is here to save us, to satisfy our primal cravings. Two of our men have fallen, but perhaps she can bring them back to health. Holly, are you ready to try?" "Yes," she said. Her heart was pounding; she was nervous about being in front of so many men at once, all of them ready to use her, to fill her holes. Just let yourself go, Holly. Give in to pleasure. This was it. Showtime. Would she be freed after this? Did it even matter anymore? Gal'len put his hands on Holly's shoulders and pulled away her robe. There was no way she could hide now.