FERAL BLOOD

CLAIMED

It was something her inner wolf had been waiting for. It needed this for many months now. Every moon her body would start to yearn for something she couldn't fathom. It was a need so strong that her father locked her in her room for the week that it lasted. Her urges had been hard on the males in her pack too as they sensed her heat. Now as the enemy of her pack pushed his tongue between her lips and stroked hers, she moaned into his mouth. This would happen tonight and she wasn't afraid of him.

She knew that it was insane, but she wanted it, wanted him, he smelled so good, so tantalizing, that her body quivered with desire. He was an Alpha, only they could force a heat on a female with their musk, and now she would mate with him. As his finger moved a little faster within her, she felt as if this was all she’d ever wanted. At least knowing this male lived in the next county made it easier for her to accept him.

She moved her hips to greet Victor's finger inside her as a strange warmth built in her belly. Then he added a second one and it stung a bit at first. But the feeling only lasted a few moments before the warm fires inside her washed away the stinging sensation. The faster he moved, the stronger the heat became and it radiated outwards over her. As their tongues wrestled together, his thumb dragged over her hard swollen c**t. The slippery wet sounds his fingers pounding into her made mixed with her heavy breathing.

“Oh yes.” The words slipped from her throat before she could stop them. The electric flash of pleasure raced over her. He rubbed the swollen small nub harder and her hips thrust to get more of the feeling as she shook. Her body needed this and now so did Mica. The feeling was strangely addictive. She wanted more of it the stronger it got. As a heady feeling of delight washed over her, she shuddered uncontrollably.

Suddenly Victor's mouth was gone from her lips and a feeling of a hot wet tongue sliding into her molten core flashed over her. The feeling catapulted Mica to an unfathomable place as a flood washed out over her in the raw electric pulses of her climax. She struggled desperately against her bindings, Mica wanted free. Needed to grab a hold of him, touch him, feel his body, and to have him. Victor growled low and deep. He looked up at her, his eyes glowing a yellowish-brown.

His lips were wet with her cream and his mouth descended back to her own. She tasted herself on his tongue as he thrust it into her mouth. The taste added to her growing desire for him to have her and she now didn't care about him being Feral.

“Please untie me. I want to touch you,” She gasped.

“No, not yet,” He growled out over his fangs. He sat up and tugged his boxer off. The long thick shaft bounced as he moved between her spread legs. A glistening bead sat at the tip of the head and he gripped himself in his hand. She trembled again.

“It's too big,” She said with panic as she eyed it. The thoughts of her talk with her best friends earlier came flooding into her mind. They said if it was bigger it would hurt like hell. Mica didn't think there was any way it would be able to go into the place his finger had just had a hard time penetrating.

He looked at her, the hunger in his eyes making her quiver. He growled low before he descended and his heated flesh nudged up against her wet lips. She tensed as he pushed ahead and it stung. “You’re too big,” She said again. He moved and it burned suddenly as his hips pushed a bit into her. He moved a little harder, her body gave way to his with the next thrust.

“Oh god,” She whimpered. It hurt and tears streamed from her eyes edges. His size stretched her to the limit.

“It hurts,” She whimpered

“Shh Mica, it will be all right,” He told her. Victor’s eyes gazed softly into hers. He just lay on top of her. His body trembled slightly as he filled her entirely. The sensation was strange and her intimate area stung terribly.

Victor began kissing her softly as one hand crept over her breast and gently pinched and pulled on her n****e. He stayed like that until she became accustomed to his body having invaded hers. Gradually, he pulled his hips back and then moved them ahead again. It burned and stung, but not as much as it had when he first entered her. Slowly, he continued his retreating out of her and then returned to fill her again. Each movement eased the pain and became increasingly pleasurable until the warmth in her belly built again. She knew he was working her towards another climax.

The spasms that rolled over her caused her body to clamp down on the thick shaft inside her. It made her feel as if she was on fire. Her body grew hot, slick, and sweaty as she panted. The need to feel him, had her pushing her hips to his as he increased the strength of his thrusting movements. She gasped and twitched under him. Her world exploded in a bright burst of colors as the waves of her climax flowed over her. They consumed her body in their delicious flames. Victor's face rested in the crook of her neck, and her wolf nature eyed the smooth flesh of his throat. As she was swept away in the throes of passion, her inner-wolf bit him hard, claiming him as her mate.

* * *~~~* * *

Victor had felt her teeth bite into his skin. It sent a rush of adrenaline coursing over him. His need to consummate this Mating flooded him. He drove into her with vicious ferocity. Her warm tight body encasing him felt so good and it had taken every last ounce of control not to spill his seed in her before he made her c*m. Now she’d claimed him and the pull of his release loomed over him. He let his fangs sink into the tender skin of the crook of her neck. He grunted loudly into her flesh as he emptied into her to bring life to her womb. The bond was now complete.

Victor collapsed on top of her, lying there as his now spent c**k slipped from Mica's warm body. He was so relieved that she’d accepted him. He took a shaky breath and rolled off her. He laid there and let his heartbeat return to a normal pace in his chest. He closed his eyes for several long moments, regretting what he needed to do next. It was necessary for her father to know they had consummated a Mating. He figured Mica would be mortified that he sent the proof to her father in a video. Yet it would be needed before the talks at the Gathering could be completed.

Victor sat up and moved away from her and stood, his eyes catching their reflection in the mirror on his dresser. He turned to eye her over. She was young, maybe all of twenty, breathtakingly beautiful and perfect. His wolf beamed with pride as he eyed her blood-smeared inner thighs. He’d been her first and that was an honor. He reached down to the floor near the bed and picked up one of the blankets his brother had stripped from it when they brought her here.

Mica stared at him. Her eyes were unreadable as he gently covered her over. He untied her ankles so she could move them and get the blood flowing again.

“Mike,” He yelled out as he slipped his boxers back on before turning his attention to the ties on Mica's wrists. She’d tried hard to get free, as the raw welts that circled her slender wrists attested to. Liberated from her binds her arms fell onto the bed. They were useless from lack of blood flow and he massaged them.

The sound of the door opening had drawn them to look at Mike. Victor knew his brother had watched from the living room on the computer monitor. It sent the video directly to Alaric Dickson's email as a live feed. Even if it was only Mica’s head and shoulders, it would be enough to get the point across of what they did. Mike’s face looked strained and the smell of his desire wafted through the room.

“You need to go take a dip in the lake,” Victor growled low. His brother's gaze was riveted to the bed.

“What do you think he will do when he sees it?” Mike asked ignoring Victor’s remark. His voice was deep and nearly guttural as he seemed to try to pull it together.

“He'll kill you,” The small voice said from the bed. He looked to his mate.

“He won't kill your mate,” Mike said. “It goes against Pack Laws.”

“He won't have to lift a finger,” She said. Her voice was calm and almost menacing sounding.

Mike seemed to not understand, but Victor did. A bullet would be earmarked for him from a hired gun. He sat beside his mate on the bed and brushed a lock of hair away from his bite mark on her neck. The fancy design of his pack's tribal mark was already beginning to form.

She snuggled his hand with her face. The simple gesture caught him off guard. “Maybe we should wait,” He said. A deep need to bed her again washed over him. The cell phone rang and his brother eyed it. “Victor...It’s him,” Mike said.

“That didn't take long. Hand it to me,” He said and took the phone from Mike. Victor took a short deep breath before he answered it.

“Alaric.”

“No, this is Greg, Beta of the Dickson wolf pack,” A low growled out voice declared.

“Where is Alaric?” Victor demanded. He didn't like the idea of speaking to a lesser status werewolf about this.

“He hasn't seen the video and he never will. I intercepted it first,” The Beta growled out. “You're not going to stop this alliance from taking place Feral.”

The rage in him begin to build, this had not accomplished what he set out to do. He put the phone on speaker before he set it down on the nightstand.

“Why are you intercepting your Alpha's emails?”

“Put Mica on the phone...I need to talk to her,” He said.

“No, she's my Alpha b***h and no longer part of your pack,” Victor snarled as he stroked her hair and moved his finger to her lips for her to be silent.

“Listen, she may be Mated to you, but that doesn't make her yours. She's been promised to another and he will take her even if she’s not pure anymore.”

“I'm not about to let my mate go.”

“Then you're a dead man,” The phone went completely silent as if to emphasize it.

* * *~~~* * *

Mica stared up at the man she just mated with. He looked upset and so did Mike. She knew all too well that her father, as well as the rest of her pack, would be in a fit that she claimed Victor. A smile stole over her face as she eyed her mate. He was so damn sexy and now she just wanted Mike to leave so they could be alone. However, as Victor looked back at her, she got a chill. What the hell had she done? He was a Feral for god sakes, she berated herself.

“Tell me about your father’s Beta,” Victor demanded.

“Excuse me,” She huffed. Mica was not used to being spoken to in the way Victor was with her.

“I need to know everything about your pack, starting with your father and his Beta.”

“Don’t you think you should have asked that before kidnapping me?” She growled.

“I didn’t think your father allowed his Beta to run his pack for him,” Victor growled back.

Mica didn’t either. Learning that Greg had intercepted her dad’s message didn’t feel right. She knew that it was something her dad would definitely not approve of.

“So what do you know about this Greg.?” Victor asked a little more calmly.

“He has been my dad’s Beta for years.”

“Who is his mate, family, anything at all?”

“He has no mate. His parents are dead and his only living family is a brother named Benjamin. He disappeared a while ago though,” Mica said.

Mica decided to leave out that he’d at one time petitioned her father for her. Thank god it had not happened, she thought. But then that was only because her dad saw Jamie Timber as a better choice. Then again, her own choice was questionable as well in allowing Victor to be her mate. Mica had to struggle with her wolf’s reasoning in choosing Victor. He seemed very demanding and bossy. Although there was nothing she could do about it now. As they continued to talk she found herself answering his questions.