The Wolf King's Captive Bride

The Three Alpha's Victim

Blayze strolled lazily back to me, eyes lasciviously travelling down my body. 'Well, you have let us a merry dance, my sweet little traitor, but we have you subdued, so what should we do with you?' I didn't like the look in his eyes at all, his face was twisted and savage with greed as he came closer. I tried to kick Jared in the groin, but Jason responded by slamming me hard against the wall, knocking the breath from my body and making me cough. Blayze laughed, a nasty, vindictive sound. He reached one hand forward to grip my neck strongly, cutting off the air as I gasped for breath. He was so close, I could feel the warmth radiating from his body, and as he pressed up against me, pinning me to the wall, I was painfully aware of the growing hardness in his jeans. Blayze grinned as he saw my face flush with the realisation of what he was considering doing with me, but with Jared and Jordan both pinning my arms to the wall as they laughed cruelly, there was nothing I could do about it.

My lungs were starting to burn, as Blayze's strong fingers tightened around my windpipe, almost cutting off my breath altogether. His face was pressed close to mine, as he watched me with those cruel dark brown eyes, smiling while I sobbed and gasped for each breath, but I stared at him defiantly and wouldn't look away. I could hear Sahara in my mind, growling and roaring in anger as she begged to be freed to rip their fingers off, but I wouldn't release her, it would be death for us both if I did this and we both knew it. Blayze ground his erection even harder against me, pressing his thigh up against me roughly and forcing my legs apart while I kicked and writhed, which seemed to only increase his disgusting hardness. After all the years I had managed to keep myself safe, these three were going to ravish me on the day before my 18th birthday. Although I was trying to be strong and not show fear, I couldn't hold back the angry tears as I prayed desperately to the Moon Goddess to save me from these three bullies.

Keeping one hand firmly around my throat, he grabbed the collar of my baggy tshirt with the other hand and ripped it open to the waist, exposing my bra to their gaze. ‘Not bad, hey boys?’ they both chuckled wickedly as I choked under Blayze’s strong hand, my vision starting to dim. I heard one say 'Maybe we can all have a turn, make this traitor witch really pay for her mother's sins.' I could feel his other hand now, he was stroking down my sternum, then dove inside my bra, caressing my breast and roughly pinching the small bud at the tip. ‘Not bad at all….maybe I shouldn’t wait for tomorrow, one day can’t hurt?’ His hand kept roving around my body, pulling both breasts out of my shabby bra to squeeze and caress, until my skin was red and swollen from the rough attention. Growing tired of them, he stroked lower, over my navel and belly until he plunged his hand roughly towards my crotch and he began pawing at the front of my khaki pants, trying to undo the button.