Collared by Wolves [The Haunt of the Wolves 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) Read Online Free PDF Page B

her.
    The four wolf-men were now fighting in earnest. If she didn’t know any better, she’d have thought them all proper wolves as their snarls, yelps, and growls sounded totally authentic. So, too, were their dripping fangs as they sought to bite the neck of their opponent, their claws gripping tightly into fur before the other twisted away, turning in flexible ways that a human could never do.
    Her knees were shaking as Natasha finally unfroze and turned away fleeing down the stairs and out of the building, pushing past bodies of people who all seemed to thwart her flight.
    With trembling hands she finally managed to unlock her car and without pulling the seatbelt on she started the motor and pressed the accelerator hard. She had to get away—fast.
    A couple of miles away she pulled over and leaned a teary, shaky head against her steering wheel.
    The whole evening had been quite terrifying. She had seen evidence that werewolves really did exist.
    Werewolves. Were—wolves. She couldn’t stop repeating the words in her head. People who changed into wolves, into wild animals.
    If that wasn’t extraordinary enough she had been caught up in a wolf fight. Okay, so she had started it. Natasha winced. I didn’t ask for them to fight over me. A small smile came over her face. Well, that was a first. She’d never had anyone want her so much they fought for her. Ha!
    “Oh dear God, what a night.”
    Sitting back in her seat she ruminated on the events, biting a thumbnail as she did. Well, she had finally got her wish and experienced some BDSM. That had been exciting and scary enough. She sort of thought being “trials” they would take things easy and be friendly showing her what to do.
    Natasha chortled. Nothing of the sort.
    In fact everyone in the place had been rather unfriendly. It wasn’t until the handsome man—werewolf, she reminded herself—had come up to her and taken her over to the St. Andrew’s Cross, that she had experienced any type of kindly attention.
    Of course, she had chickened out when his mates, packmates she guessed they probably were, had joined in. It wasn’t that it hadn’t been enjoyable. In fact it had been blissful, but the sensations had been rather overwhelming. And, while she had been anxious throughout the flogging, it had also been delicious, if a little stinging. Oh, she could certainly get to enjoy BDSM if that was what it was all about.
    Natasha looked down at her torn blouse and chuckled. The pain, fear, and anticipation mixed with the pleasure had been amazing, although she suspected the guy, Ford she thought he had been called, had been taking it easy, not using all of his strength.
    She then made a face. She had forgotten for a moment that they were werewolves with superhuman strength. Werewolves! Dear God in Heaven. Trust her to get involved with something like that the minute she decided to try things out of her comfort zone. Something incredibly terrifying, and yet, they had been so beautiful to watch even when they had fought. And that reminded her of the ferocity with which they had attacked each other.
    Natasha wasn’t sure which worried—or excited—her the most, the BDSM or the werewolves.
    Brushing her hair off her face, she growled in irritation when it fell back again.
    Dammit!
    Reaching into her glove compartment, she pulled out a rubber band, rolling it over her hand in readiness to pull her hair through it to keep it tidy and stopped. Instead she played with the elastic, plucking it and releasing it, relishing the sense of tightness on her wrist. It reminded her of how it had felt when she had been tied against the cross and the sense of vulnerability she had experienced—and the exhilaration. The feeling of defenselessness had doubled when the men had turned into wild, exciting animals in front of her.
    Closing her eyes she groaned. What had she gotten herself into? And what did she do now?

Chapter Six
     
    It was early in the evening.
    Ford could still see