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Stolen from the Pack Part 3 (Bred by the Beasts Trilogy)by Adriana Rossi
This 8586 word story is the final, sex-crazed part of
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After being captured by an enemy pack, Emily is fed a drink that makes her lust for her new alpha. Caught between a bitter war between the two packs, who both lay claim to her body, and faced with a possibly infertile alpha, Emily must find a way to appease both wolves before they destroy themselves.
This 8586 word story is the final, sex-crazed part of Adriana Rossi's "Bred by the Beasts!"
Warning! Contains sexually explicit themes: menage, oral, rough sex, dubious consent!
“You haven’t touched your drink.”
The bowl of fruit fell from my hands and pomegranate seeds spilled on the floor. I looked up from the mess, at the rough, gravelly voice and saw the blonde, handsome wolfman silhouetted against the setting sun.
“I don’t need it, Coram. I know my place in the pack.”
I could hear the smirk in his voice before he stepped inside, the shadows parting across his face like a veil. He sat next to me on the bed and I bent over to collect the bowl, keeping it fixed on my lap as I racked my brains for a distraction.
“Why are you and Damon fighting?”
I could feel the heat of his body next to me, the trail of his finger down my face and neck as he brushed my hair back. “There can only be one pack in these woods. Mine. But Damon refuses to acknowledge me as the leader.”
Coram had placed his hands on my naked shoulders and massaged them. His thumbs dug into the knots in my shoulder. It felt good. I felt the tension releasing from my tightened muscles, melting into his hands. “Why does he refuse?” I asked slowly, finding it hard to concentrate while Coram was running his hands across my shoulders.
“Because our father chose him as the leader,” he whispered into my ear. “I am the eldest. I should have been named the new packmaster—not him.”
I heard his growl through my back as he pulled me onto his lap. So they were brothers and their father had picked the more capable, younger son to succeed him in the pack. The insult must have driven a wedge between the two brothers.
My head was draped across his chest as his hands lowered to my belly and slowly crawled upwards. I hissed in pleasure as I felt his fingers graze my breasts, tracing a circle around my nipples. He kissed my neck and I felt my skin burn.
“Drink,” he said, somehow conjuring the cup in his hand and pressing it to my lips.
I took it and drank as Coram resumed his sensual massage. He kissed my neck and groped my breasts, while his other hand massaged my vagina. He was much different than Damon, who wasted no time into wrenching my legs apart to fuck me. Coram, at least, wanted me to be aroused before he bred me. I drained the cup and it tumbled to the floor as a wave of heat broiled my blood. His fingers parted the lips of my pussy and slid inside. I could hear how wet I was as his fingers pumped in and out. They curled upwards and I moaned as electric shocks of pleasure zapped up my body, somehow intensified with the drink. He pinched my nipple and bit my neck softly as he jammed the fingers inside my wet canal. My heart pounded and I was dizzy with the passion that ensnared my senses. I wanted him completely: his lips, hair, and penis. All of him. Now.
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