Ravaged By The Pack (The Alpha's Mate) by Ellen Waite Read Free Book Online Page A

something he apparently hadn't anticipated. Worse yet, he probably realized that she would enjoy it. How could he possibly manage to restrain himself when fate and desire were pushing him so strongly and the object of his lust was willing ?
    Rifling through a drawer at the nightstand, he tossed her a change of clothes. “Change into those. Your clothes are a bit worn out. You'll be more comfortable.”
    She picked up the clothes, a pair of soft sweatpants and a plain blue T-shirt. “Uh, sure. OK.” She waited for him to leave the room, but soon realized he had no plans. “Can... can I have a little privacy?”
    He leaned against the wall and glowered, his eyes fixed on her. “No. Just hurry up and change.”
    Here we go. The spark in the tinder box, she thought. Feeling her cheeks grow flush, she grasped her shirt and slowly drew it up. She watched as his eyes grew wide at the sight of her bare belly and chest. She took it off slowly, making a display of it, and threw the shirt at his feet when she was through. Jenna stood topless for a moment, feeling self-conscious and shy under his gaze. She brought up a hand to shield her breasts while slowly slipping off her torn pajama bottoms.
    As though he were stalking prey, his eyes followed the lines of her luscious form with intensity. He didn't seem aware of just how intently he was eyeing her, or of the way his cock visibly throbbed as he did so. He studied her legs, her hips, her breasts and then, with a sharper gaze, her blushing face. He probed her eyes with his own, his powerful form shuddering with want.
    Not wanting to torture him, she took to putting on her new clothes, but was stopped just as she reached to throw on her shirt. Todd marched across the room and grasped her wrist, wrenching her arm down and throwing the shirt to the floor. He pushed her soft body against the cool wall and lowered his face till their noses very nearly touched. Gritting his teeth, he peered down at her naked body, the dull light washing over it, and growled. “What if I did want to mate with you, Jenna?”
    Her heart skipped a beat. Before she could say anything, he had his lips against hers, gently. And then, when she didn't protest, he seized his chance, kissing her hard. Her body pressed against the wall, her waist in his hands, she was powerless. His rough kiss sapped all her strength. She was a willing prisoner, held firm by his powerful grip. Todd's kiss was ferocious, and when he pulled away to nuzzle the nape of her neck, she found her lips were sore.
    Breathlessly, she tried to ask him what he was doing. His hands traveled along her body, uninvited, his calloused fingers lingering on her curves. But she couldn't get the words out. As he had his way, she found herself too excited for speech, and the words simply tumbled back down her throat before she could utter them. Her chest rose and fell quickly, her breasts pressing against him as he bore down on her. He gripped at her ass, took a firm hold of her side, squeezed her breast; he couldn't seem to make up his mind and explored the various parts of her body all at once. Like a hungry wolf, she thought, he didn't know where to dig in first.
    Jenna's mound ached for his touch. As if to signal to him her willingness, she took on a wider stance, allowing him access to her dampened slit. He took the invitation at once, sliding a palm against her labia and cupping her clit. Finding it wet, he growled in approval and, taking her by the waist, thrust her down onto the bed with great force. She hit the mattress with a soft thud, surprised at his viciousness. He wasn't far behind, hopping onto the bed and leaning over her with a sharp grin.
    And then something else stole into his expression. She wasn't sure what it was; doubt, perhaps? He looked distraught, as though he knew he wasn't supposed to be doing such things with her. But Jenna wasn't about to give up. Not at this point. She wanted hers. She reached down and spread her pussy