FERAL BLOOD

WHAT A WOLF WANTS

Mica's first thoughts were of poor Radcliff. He would never let anyone take her, so he must be dead. He was the one responsible for her well-being when her dad was away, and it was a job he took extremely seriously. However, she’d become used to all his ways over the years and learned a long time ago how to sneak out around him and his men. Tonight her suitcase lay behind a bush near the garage. Her bus ticket was in her purse, and she would be headed south. Far away from any arrangement, her father figured would be good for the pack.

Jamie Timber was over twice her age, and she’d no intention of mating an old wolf. She’d wanted to have a mate her own age, one from her own pack. That way, she would still be close to all her family and friends here. Not to some old geezer up north. Being a she-wolf had put a lot of pressure on her father to have her mate with someone of importance, and she’d no say in the matter. Or so they thought. Mica's plan was to run far away from this life, to be with whomever she desired. Not whom her Alpha father dictated.

Now as she lay there tied to a bed, in a strange room, staring up at a stranger, she knew fear for the first time in her life. When she sniffed the air, she smelled no familiar scents of her best friends who had said they would send her off with one night she would never forget. This was so similar to what they did to Marcy when she got engaged that it was scary. She’d naturally assumed they doped her water.

The smell of musky heat from several male werewolves drifted around in the air. Although the only one who she saw was the handsome man she’d mistaken as a stripper. Her heart raced faster. It had been an honest mistake given the guy had a body of a workout god and the eyes of a s*x demon. The spark of lust behind them she had also mistaken as part of the act. He was easily the most handsome man she’d ever laid eyes on. The realization that this wasn't a replay of Marcy's bachelorette night filled her with dread and she stiffened.

Now as the smell of cordite mixed with this man's arousal, the fear of why she was tied to a bed flooded her. Mica screamed at the top of her lungs. It was silenced immediately by a huge heavy calloused hand. The man's smile turned to a near snarl.

“Shh sweetness,” He said. “It's a little early for you to be screaming.”

“Hey, Victor, We got the video set up for the live feed,” A man said from the opened doorway that seemed to lead to a living room.

“Good, get her father on the phone Mike,” He snarled. A man who looked as if he could be Victor's brother walked in holding a video camera. He pointed it at her with one hand while his other held a cell phone.

Mike's gaze traveled over her slowly, deliberately, and a bulge grew in his pants. She was wearing next to nothing and without a means to cover herself. Mica’s face grew heated with her embarrassment as she lay there spread eagle before both men.

“Be a good girl and don't say a word until I tell you,” Victor ordered her as the light on the camera flashed, and she knew they were being filmed.

“I got his answering machine,” Mike said as he hung the phone up.

“That figures,” Victor replied. He stood up, taking his hand from her mouth. She opened it to scream and Mike grinned.

“Girl don't waste your breath. We are on a damn houseboat in the middle of the lake,” he said with a chuckle. Mica couldn't help herself, she glared at him with the vilest look she could.

The scowl earned her a grin from both men as they eyed her.

“She's going to be a handful,” Mike said.

“Yeah, I know. But at least she's Alpha material,” he said as his gaze fixated on her.

“What the hell do you want from me?” She demanded. She tried to mask any fear in her voice. Outsider male werewolves were more than just dangerous to an unmated female.

“Well sweetheart, we want you,” Victor told her. He helped Mike position the video camera on a tripod so that it faced the bed. It was aimed towards her head and shoulders.

“Mike, hook up to the Internet, we will record it and send it to his email.”

“What are you sending to who?”

“Your father needs to bear witness to this,” Mike said. He wasn’t looking at her as he made an adjustment to the camera.

“To what?” Her panic sat on the very edge, it threatened to break free. She could detect it starting to seep out into her voice.

“What do you think?” Victor said as he stepped closer to the bed.

“What do you need my father to see?”

Victor nodded his head to Mike and he left the room, closing the door behind him.

“You ask too many questions girl,” Victor growled. He pulled his T-shirt off over his head and she stiffened.

The man's body was riddled with many scars and was deeply tanned. The muscles in his stomach were like a washboard and his chest was broad and thick. Mica swallowed hard as the glint in his eyes deepened. It sent a primal signal to her inner beast. The aching for him began to flow over her; she was shocked by her body’s reaction. Her wolf side shuddered in anticipation of what his musky smell told her. He would mate her and to her horror, her inner wolf wanted him.

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The heady scent of her musk filled the air around her as he undid his pants and took them off. He smiled as he stood gazing down at her. Her eyes appeared mortified, but her scent told him she was more than ready for this.

“Please no,” She said. Her voice cracked, her tenacity from before was no longer evident.

“I'm sorry...but I have to,” He told her as he sat beside her on the bed in only his boxer. If the smell of her arousal wasn't in the air around her, Victor wasn't sure he could go through with this. He knew his wolf could as it tugged at the very last bits of control he had over it.

Gently, his fingers crept over her face, and he leaned down close. He sniffed her scent as he did. He saw her nostrils flare as she seemed to breathe in his scent and her eyes fluttered. Victor let his hands trace the curve of her cheek as his mouth descended to hers and he kissed her. Mica didn't kiss him back. She turned her face from him in denial and he forced her face back to his.

“Mica it will be better if you just submit to me as your mate,” He told her. He didn’t want to force the issue on her.

“I'm not your mate,” She growled at him.

“You're going to be, whether you're willing or not,” he threatened.

Victor tugged her nightie up over her hips with his free hand. Her eyes glared at him as his fingers glided over her baby soft skin. She gasped as his hand tore the material free. The flimsy fabric didn't stand a chance against his claws. They had grown long with the beast’s need to have her. The near painful eruption of his fangs in his mouth caused the girl to stare at him wildly.

“Oh my god, you're a Feral,” She whimpered as if she too would be cursed by the word alone. Members of the Feral pack could morph parts of themselves. No other wolf pack could do this, and he realized this hallmark told her who he was.

“Not hard to tell is it,” He told her.

“You’re Victor Feral,” Her words sounded horrified. The flash in her eyes told him she realized she was in her enemy's hands.

He stared at her body as he peeled the remains of her nighty away. His c**k throbbed in his boxers, pushing the material outward.

“He will kill you for this,” Mica growled. Her eyes no longer showed any fear, just a simmering rage that lay smoldering beneath her blue eyes.

“He can't kill your mate.”

His fingers traced the small mounds of her breasts. She gasped as her body reacted to his touch. The hard tips looked needy and he massaged her breast in his hand. He saw by the look on her face that she fought the feeling. Lowering his head to her breast, he heard Mica's soft whimper.

With a slow careful lick, his tongue traced the hard n****e. He felt the tremor run over her. Mica may try to deny him, but her body was not going to. Now all he needed was to get her to comply with the Mating. He sucked the tip of her taut n****e into his mouth as he pinched and pulled a little harder on the other one with his fingers. Mica let a very soft moan escape her mouth. Slowly, he flicked the responsive tip with his tongue and then trailed his way to the other one to lavish it with the same attention. With how receptive she was to his touch, Victor believed Mica would allow him to have her with enough coaxing.

He heard her grind her teeth as a small tremor coursed over her. The rich thick scent of her body's reaction to his touch filled his nose. He’d put her into heat. Her body made itself ready to be filled with his seed. The tantalizing aroma had him harder than he’d ever been before in his life. Abandoning her breast he sat up to watch her face as one of his hands slid toward the silky material of her thong.

The need was clearly replacing the caustic hint from before in her eyes. His finger lightly grazed the edge of her thong and she groaned lightly. The material was already slick and wet with her desire. As he caressed the V shape mound over the top of her underwear he felt her hips' reluctant movements. He could tell she tried so hard to resist the caress of his hand. Her c**t became defined as it swelled under the material where he made sure to push a little harder every time his fingers moved over it. When they did, her bottom lip quivered and it made him want her even more.

Victor hooked his fingers into the small thin band of the thong and gave it a hard jerk. It tore free from her hips. With a soft growl, he tossed the torn remnants to the floor. He devoured her with his eyes as she lay there naked. His own desire was so strong it took everything he had not to just crawl on top of her and drive himself into her. He moved his finger again over the short curls and knew he would enjoy it more if she were to enjoy it too.

The heat of her body radiated from her soft silky wet p***y as he gently pushed a finger into her. Her eyes widened in shock as she moaned.

“You're still a virgin?” He asked. She had to be with how tight her p***y was on just one finger. She didn't answer him, but then she didn't need to as her face turned red.

“It will hurt,” He said. His mouth fell to hers and this time her lips kissed his as her hips pushed toward his hand between her legs.