Escaping a kidnapping duo, Bailey runs into a naked man in the middle of the woods. And he’s not alone.
Rescued by a quad of hunks, then kept against her will, she doesn’t know what to think or do—other than scream that is—when she discovers they are werewolves. Even more frightening, they want her as their mate despite her human status.
But there’s more to Bailey than meets the eye, and she comes to the attention of an evil force that wants to use her. Can Bailey keep herself from his clutches, or will he somehow force her to betray the pack?
And just how does a girl raised with human morals come around to accepting pack law which states females can choose up to four mates, and more shocking, take them to her bed, all at once?
There is no male on male interaction.
She sprinted, arms pumping, chest heaving, her breathing coming in whimpering pants while her blood surged through her body. Floating like the wind, her bare feet seemed to barely touch the ground and didn’t register the debris in her path. She tore through the trees and bramble with no clear destination in mind other than escape. She ran as if her life depended on it because she knew that if she didn’t, she would die ,felt that with a certainty in the marrow of her bones and a chilling fear that made her gulp air in harsh sobs.
Behind her, the crackling of fallen leaves and steady thumps signaled pursuit, but it was the baying, the exultant voices of the predators chasing her, raised in a chorus, that made her skin pimple. Not the barking of dogs, although they would have proven dangerous on their own. The eerie howling reminded her of . . .
Wolves? Seriously? A hysterical giggle got caught in her throat at the thought she might have escaped death at human hands only to possibly find it in the jaws of an animal. But only if they caught her.
It surprised her that she’d found the energy to flee. After all, she’d been drugged and fallen down a flight of stairs. She would have expected to feel weak. Instead, she discovered strength, a stamina unlike any she’d ever known. Stranger, she didn’t feel any pain from her surely bruised body. Then again, she’d heard adrenaline could make a person do just about anything. Throw in a need for survival, and she’d probably leap buildings too if they ended up in her path.
Movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. She turned her head sideways and stumbled as the yellow glowing eyes, tinged in red, of a predator met hers. As if her attention were a signal, it veered and leapt at her.
A scream escaped her as the heavy body hit her in the side, taking her to the ground. The impact made her grunt, and her breath left her in a whoosh. Fingers scrabbling at the dirt, limbs thrashing, she only managed to turn herself until she lay on her back. The wolf unfortunately followed, his heavy body astride hers.
Instinct made her push her hands up to grasp at the underside of the creature’s jaws as it snapped at her. Foiled, it growled, low and menacing. Bailey whimpered in fear, struggling against the heavy body and fighting to keep its slavering jaws away.
Hysteria made her eyes water, and she keened, a forlorn sound that she scarcely recognized as coming from her. She didn’t know how long she could keep the beast at bay and wondered why she bothered. Did she seriously think she could outwrestle a wolf?
The thought no sooner crossed her mind than the body atop hers went tumbling sideways as something hit it. Bailey lay there panting for a moment, incomprehension not allowing her to register what she saw at first.
Eyes adjusted to the darkness to a certain extent, she peered in disbelief. A second wolf, or a huge dog, had joined the fray, but instead of aiding the first beast, the new wild canine snapped at it. Even more peculiar, her furry rescuer’s eyes shone a vivid green. The black-haired beast caught her gaze and tossed its head at her, as if signaling her away.
Impossible and surely a product of her wishful mind, but Bailey obeyed anyway, scrambling to her feet and taking off again. The sounds of primitive battle receded as she resumed her race through the forest. However, she hadn’t left danger behind. The number of baying voices seemed to treble, and the wetness of her fearful tears almost made her blind.
The sound of pursuit, crackling leaves and snapping branches, approached once again, and she whimpered. She’d gotten lucky once. She doubted she’d get lucky again.
Head craned backward, her eyes darted about, frantically seeking the approaching menace. Distracted, she ended up missing the solid trunk in front of her, but she felt it as she hit it full-on and bounced back. Not a tree, she belatedly realized, but scorching, smooth skin.
A shriek escaped her as hands grasped her before she fell. Caught! Her strident wail almost sounded like a howl.
“Shh, darling. It’s okay now. I’ve got you.”
The soothing words didn’t penetrate her panic, and she thrashed against her captor. He tightened his arms around her, plastering her to his chest, murmuring softly, until finally, with a deep sob, she stopped fighting and she realized who held her.
A familiar musky scent surrounded her, one she clearly remembered even though she’d only briefly encountered it once before. “G-Gavin?” she hiccupped.
“Yes, darling. It’s me. I’ve been looking for you.”
“Why?” The simple question slipped from her.
“Because you needed to be rescued.”
She met his words with a hysterical laugh before tears flowed anew from her as his words touched her and lifted some of her despair. Who’d have thought someone cared enough to look for me?
However, the warmth of his words proved fleeting as a chill ran through her. The reality of what she’d run from crowded her mind. “We have to leave,” she sobbed, trying to turn her head and peer into the darkness.
He wouldn’t let her glance away. Cupping his hands around her face, he held her gaze. “You’re safe now, darling. I won’t let anyone hurt you. You have my word on that.”
Bailey ignored the inner voice that wondered what he was doing wandering around the woods in just the right place and pretended to not notice the fact he was just as naked as she was. Even amidst her panic and fear, she couldn’t help noting his smooth, muscular body pressing against hers, and his . . .
A noise distracted her, and he released her face, allowing her to turn and peek. Mouth hanging open, and her belly clenching into a now familiar knot of fear, she noted the black wolf that came trotting out of the woods with familiar green eyes. Even in the darkness, she noticed the muzzle appeared matted and damp—with blood?
A whimper escaped her, and Gavin stroked his hand soothingly down her back, but that didn’t stop her from crying out again as the green-eyed canine was followed out of the gloomy forest by another black-haired wolf and a lighter-coated one. Three wolves converging on her?
A scream finally managed to wend its way past the constrictive barrier of her throat.
Now, if you guys will excuse me I have got to read this one after posting this, LOL..
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