The Pack Girl's Retribution (Sequel to The Pack's Girl)

At His Mercy

Hunter was entirely ruthless in his ministrations this morning. Probing me in a way I'd never been touched. His smooth tongue was warm and easily flexed to reach inside me and cause instinctive bucking and writhing. Scraping the front of my body against the unrelenting bark.

My head was thrown back, and I was fighting the urge to unleash the sound he'd been craving.

Hunter is always the fun loving one.

This form of intense, unexpected lovemaking would've been something I'd have expected more from Vanquish.

Or even Racer.

He stood behind me. Sweeping my crease with two fingers before he pressed against my side and one shoulder. So, I could feel every hard muscle on his body. He twisted to reach nearly the front of me. Brushing the tiny nub at the front of me in a way that made me moan in objection and press against his hand. Then he slipped it backward, agonizingly slowly. Prolonging my torment.

"Hunter!" I cried out. Begging for mercy. Before I unleashed that scream, he'd commanded and summoned nearly every wolf in the pack to witness my indignity.

Because I doubted there'd be any stopping him now that he'd come this far. And I was aware that the pack had an understanding of mating being a natural act. Some liked to watch. Some did the act, uncaring of who saw.

Like Jaecar and Samantha. They were regularly engaging in the act in places barely from sight of the others. Because they're willing to be caught.

But, I recognized, I had little room to talk just now. Aren't we doing the very same thing now?

That's when it dawned on me that whether that idea

appealed to me or not. It clearly appealed to Hunter. And he either believed it'd arouse me or didn't care.

I was more inclined to theorize he'd thought I'd like the danger of it. He wasn't entirely wrong. I

Though my mind was on repeat, reminding me how horrified I'd be if someone came upon us. My body was heated by the idea. Getting wetter by the minute.

"Yes, My Sweet." Hunter slid those fingers all the way up to draw winding little circles on my lower back. Trailing them all the way up to my shoulder blades and sending his fingers dancing along the delicate bones.

I'd heard older she-wolves in the pack speaking of how, on occasion, their mates brought them to 'the tiny death'.

It'd all been so vague I hadn't fully understood then what they meant.

Now I know. It felt like I was having tiny deaths over and over again. Becoming so excited I stopped breathing and then my body locking as I twitched with the first hints of climax. But then he moved that teasing touch to somewhere else and I quietly died of frustration. Pressing forward and back as he moved to get more of his touch. And to offer him use of my body.

He levelled himself behind me and fully extended his arms along the back of mine to frame my body with his. Reaching over the ropes to link his fingers in mine, beyond my bound wrists. He dropped his face into the crook of my neck. Nuzzling aside my hair to put his mouth over the mark he'd left such a short time ago.

Nearly a year now. I was startled to realized. But those thoughts were quickly banished when he gently folded his mouth over that mark and suckled a moment. Drawing blood to the surface to darken the scars of the mark that was already there.

He's re-marking me. I'd never heard of other wolves doing such a thing. But it's clear he is right now!

I was gasping for air. Feeling like I couldn't seem to get enough of it. He unwound his fingers from me. And guided his fingers back along the path of my arms in a butterfly touch so gentle I barely felt it. Yet it left a wash of goosebumps and made me shiver. Struggling against the bindings. But the most I could do was fist and unfist my hands as I yearned to be free.

To turn and face him. To confront his teasing touches.

And to touch him back. I wanted to pull him closer to me. To feel his body warm along the front of mine.

But he's made it impossible.

He chuckled behind me. "I can feel your frustration."

"Then why prolong it!" I demanded urgently.

"I like teasing you. Watching you wiggle. Unable to have what you want. So desperate for control. And I've stolen it all..." He teased. Lowering enough he could peer at the soft lips guarding my entrance.

He brushed them aside with those fingers before slowly nudging his way in. And delving in up to his knuckles as he tested my tightness.

And my dampness.

"Mmm..." He murmured appreciatively. "Look at you...All wet and helpless. Your body screaming to be ravished."

He stood then. "And I'm more than happy to provide exactly that."

I could already feel his hard length resting along my crack and probing along my lower back. Realizing that when he was planted inside me that would be nearly the same spot he was touching inside. I swallowed. Already excited at the prospect of him stretching the place that so badly ached to feel him.

"Hunter, please." I bounced in place. Unable to move in any other way. Causing further scratches along my bruised nipples. "I can't take any more."

"Fine." He laughingly murmured in my hair. "You know the one benefit to all those nights I was out searching for your old house, I was happy doing something that I knew would make you happy. But it also gave me a lot of time to think about all the things I wanted to do to you."

That made me stop. Imagining him out there. Covering the miles and miles of land. Thinking thoughts of touching me, petting me, and how best to send my heart racing and my body shuddering.

Well, he's certainly succeeded in doing that!

He growled along the skin on the side of my neck. "And how good you'd feel."

He was brushing his face in my silvery-blonde hair. "How sweet you'd be. Entirely at my mercy."

I'm definitely that.

He lowered and let the weight of his cock fall forward. Brushing along the inside of my thighs in a way that would've had me pinching them closed.

If I was free to move of my own volition. I can't protect myself.

Or assuage that ache all tied up like this. I was grinding my teeth in aggravation.

He methodically slid forward and back. Stroking along the inside of my upper thighs and just brushing along the bottom of those tender lips.

So much like they'd all done to me last year. When they'd all been clawing and pawing in their need to get inside me under the rising Mating Moon.

I was so naïve then.

He abruptly slid forward and lowered to tip him upward and he rose. Slamming into me without warning.

My hands flattened along the bark, and I tossed my head back and shrieked at the pleasure of the sudden filling. Unable to contain myself any longer as he planted himself in the nest of my body. Enjoying the heated flesh clutching around him.