Ravishing their Luna

Two

Nicolette languidly awoke to a delicious pleasure building in her lower abdomen. She could feel her body tightening, her thighs quivering as someone nipped at them. She moaned and wined as a warm, wet, thick tongue delved inside her wet cunt. Her body galloped towards the burning pleasure, chasing the new sensations vibrating against her swollen c**t. That strong tongue. A tingling, tightening began to spread throughout her stomach and into her limbs. f**k. She needed it, she wanted more. More. Just a little further. Her hands groped onto a thick mane of hair, pulling it closer. She held the base of his head, pushing it into her core, wrapping her legs....

Her eyes flew open, realization slapping her across the face like a thousand shards of ice.

Not a dream, Not a dream, it wasn't a dream. A low growl errupted around her the moment she instinctively pushed and crawled backwards as fast as she could manage. She was retreating away from that handsome and devilish tongue. Shock planted her at the headboard of the enormous bed. Her eyes shined bright with shock and fear. She breathed heavily, pulling her legs up, hugging them tightly. Her body felt so warm and needy, such a foreign feeling.

Candles flickered as she looked to her left to see the man, no the beast, with the deep ocean eyes watching her. The Alpha. He was naked, she realized, leaning back, stroking his thick, long, hardened c**k with a slow swagger. She envisioned herself crawling toward him. No... No... No... She looked away, blushing feverishly. She looked to the foot of the bed. That tongue. No. That man. No.. No.... He was a warewolf, a terrifying beast, they both were. That hazy euphoric feeling had consumed her. "Focus dammit, focus," she thought as she squeezed her eyes tight and released them.... She glanced down at herself, embarrassment coating her body in a deep red hue. Oh God, no. She was completely naked. She fumbled, grabbing at the blankets and pillows surrounding her, pulling them up sharply, an ungraceful attempt to cover all of her exposed skin.

The Beta raised himself up to a sitting position, watching her studiously. It was the first time she'd seen his face. He was so handsome, in a rather playful manner. His face, his body, all of it, was just as beautiful as the Alpha. He had tawny, light brown hair and bright blue eyes. His thick biceps stood out as his pushed himself up and leaned against the bottom right poster of the bed. He crossed his arms along his large, exposed chest. He was muscular, everywhere. He had deep green, almost black, tattooed vines twisting and turning around his arms. They disappeared over his shoulders and behind his back, curling around his chest. He looked slightly younger than the Alpha, but only just barely. She was staring at him, his arms, his chest, his stomach and abs. Both of them.... they were so perfect, so different then herself. She didn't belong here. A grin spread across his mischievous face, revealing two perfectly dempled cheeks. A slight, wet shimmer to his lips & chin solidified what she'd guessed. He'd had his face, his tongue, all of it on her s*x. Inside her. He'd licked her down there. She'd liked it, she'd wanted more of it, all of it.

"No! Focus, damn you" she silently scolded herself. His mouth opened, his tongue sliding along his lips and chin, tasting what was left of her there, hypnotising her. He bit his bottim lip as fangs protruded from his upper line of perfectly white teeth, softly growling at her. He leaned down, about to pounce. Her eyes blinked, fighting the pit growing in her stomach. She should be terrified, her hands were quaking slightly. But excitement thrummed though her veins. She wanted to be near him again, under him.

No. What?

What the f**k was happening? Fear slid through her body. He could kill her. He was dangerous. They bother were. She was nervous, she was unfulfilled, unsatisfied, and above all else, she was confused and disoriented. She knew nothing of the men in this bed, this room, this place. Where the hell was she? She knew so very little of men in general, and even less about geography. She was f****d. Were they cruel or hateful? Would they hit her? Had she already messed up? What did they want or expect from her? Her mind was still foggy from the drugs, yes they'd drugged her didn't they? Her mind snatched at that fact. A wave of fury skirted across her mind. She scowled at them both, looking from one handsome face to the other. "Damn them, Damn them both," she thought. She calmed her breathing. She sat there awkwardly glancing between the two large men. They sat unmoving, waiting on something, observing her. "What's your name sweet girl?" The alpha broke the silence, in a deep baratone, as he stood from the bed, glancing back at her. She swallowed through her occluding throat. "Na... Nikki.... or.. well no. Uh, Actually, (she shook her head..).... My name is Nicolette but um. (She paused, swallowing again. Her mouth was so damn dry) Well, people call me Nikki.." she trailed off as she absorbed the room around them with a wide eyed wonder. It was such a large breathtakingly beautiful bedroom, if one could call it such a thing.

It was big enough to fit her entire apartment, if not more. She gazed upward. The ceiling was much higher than she was used to, softened by dark crown molding with golden accents. The bed alone was far larger than any she'd seen. A deep cherry wood headboard, beautifully carved, and two towers, reached almost to the ceiling at the foot of the bed. Her fingers traced the wooden outlines. It held a thick mattress, covered in a deep red and gold comforter and an assortment of pillows.

She looked back to the room. Two large doors were open to what she assumed was a balcony of some sort; thick red curtins dancing in the breeze. There was a sitting area, a large vanity, and a fireplace taller than herself. Hand crafted rugs embellished the shining wooden floors. There were three tall wooden doors, all closing her inside this room. With them.

"What people?" The alpha growled, breaking her observation of the exquisite room. She looked back at him. He'd put on black jogging pants, a noticeable buldge at his crotch. His muscles flexed as he rounded the bed, walking towards her.

Her brows furrowed in confusion. Was he angry with her? "Uhhh all of them?" She stammered, raising her shoulders.

She glanced towards the Beta and was startled at his expression. He was still smiling at her, watching her carefully. His eyes studied her, almost reverently. She shook her head in disagreement. No she was nothing but a pet, a breeding machine, a slave. That's what they expected right? She had to remember what she was. The Beta said nothing, he just kept watching her. It unnerved her senses.

The alpha was beside her now, looking down at her. She felt trapped, and excitement dropped into her chest. He leaned in closer. His scent, invading her. God he smelled good. Her head rested against the headboard, watching him closely. This close, she could see a light splatter of freckles across his high cheekbones and greek nose. Then he nuzzled into her neck, inhaling deeply. "Only James and I will call you Nikki, everyone else will call you Nicolette. Do you understand?" Unmindful, she rubbed her temple against his jawline, then paused realizing what she was doing. She nodded, trying to hide what she'd just done. What was this feeling? She'd never felt this way about anyone, especially men. God she was making a fool of herself.

"Good Girl," he whispered as he raised back up, sliding his hands into his pockets. Nikki's eyes were drawn to his large chest, his wide shoulders. His strong forearms, threaded with protruding veins. He was perfect, she reflected internally, even his belly button. She wanted to stick her tongue in there.

No, she scolded herself internally, a new rush of embarrassment creeping over her skin. She'd never been like this, with such visceral fantasies. No. She was a dumb, ugly, prude she reminded herself. They were evil, cruel beings. Weren't they? She'd been kidnapped and drugged for Gods sake, she had to get ahold of herself. Focus. Her bravery; it was nothing but a small flicker of light now. She had no idea what she was doing here, and the emotions sorting through her brain were so scattered. She couldn't get emotionally involved with them, she couldn't get attached. They'd realize what she was, they'd see her in the daylight. Something would happen and they would throw her away soon enough. The Alpha took a deep breath. The Beta, James, she now knew his name, wined like a puppy looking between herself and the Alpha, but remained quiet otherwise.

"Your companion will arrive soon. Her name is Tildy. She will help you adjust to your new appointment. You will be a well behaved guest in my home and pack lands while you remain here. Don't think of running, (His eyes hardened) We will find you."

He continued, "You're never to be alone with any other males, besides your Alpha and Beta. We are your masters now. Do you understand?"

She absorbed his words carefully, analyzing them. She wanted to scream and yell and pound at his chest demanding he return her to her home. She did none of that. She took a shallow breath and looked up to him and nodded cautiously. Both of the men quietly exited the room through one of the large wooden doors. She watched them leave, hearing no lock as the door closed. She continued to watch the door, thinking, wanting, almost begging them to return. But they didn't. She sat there alone. She was all alone here.