Enslaved by the Alpha: Part One (Shifters of Nunavut Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

conviction, little human.” Then, he nipped her neck.
    What should have been a painful gesture sent shivers of pleasure down her spine. Her toes curled and her fingers clutched at the fur bedding. For some reason, feeling the fur between her fingers only served to heighten her arousal.
    Either she had completely taken leave of her senses, or this entire experience was some screwed up, alcohol-induced dream. The latter would make much more sense, considering that in reality, a man like Erik wouldn’t be cuddling with her and trying to seduce her.
    She did her best to remain still while his hands roamed over her body, steadily working through the many layers of her clothing. His mouth continued to lavish the flesh of her neck, as his skillful fingers unzipped her jacket and unbuttoned her cardigan, and then her blouse. He hadn’t struck her as a patient creature, so she found it strange how he methodically undid each button at a languid pace.
    When he reached her innermost layer of clothing, a thin cotton tank top, the alpha paused. Not taking his head from her neck, he ran his index finger down the center of the tank top, as though searching for a hidden clasp or tie. She bit her lip as the long finger coasted between her breasts and past her navel, stopping at the seam of her jeans. His thumb grazed the button that held the pants closed. He drew a claw around it in lazy circles, deliberately teasing her.
    Astrid grit her teeth. “Quit stalling. Just do what you’re going to do and be done.”
    He gave a low chuckle. “You would like that, wouldn’t you?”
    “You think I want to be raped?” she asked, her cheeks burning.
    Faster than she could blink, Erik was on top of Astrid, his massive body casting a dark shadow over her. He placed a finger over her lips and clicked his tongue. The human gesture clashed with the feral heat in his gaze.
    “You want me to tear your clothes off, push your legs apart, and force myself inside of you.” He cocked his head to the side, his lips curving into a mockery of a smile. “You want me to bite you, scratch you, and take you like the animal we both know that I am. Do you know why?”
    Astrid stared up at him, eyes wide and mouth agape. “What the hell are you talking about? I don’t want any of that!”
    “Such conviction,” he muttered. He placed a hand around her throat, just tight enough for a fresh wave of adrenaline to spike her blood. “I will tell you why. You want me to hurt you so that you can tell yourself that you are a victim, that you do not want me to be fucking you. Because it is much harder for you to lie to yourself if I seduce you until you are shaking, crying, and begging for my cock.”
    Astrid blamed her fatigue—and not the revolting prospect that he may be at least partially correct—for her inability to formulate a response. Instead of answering him, she reached up to try and pull his hand from her neck. Her own hands could hardly wrap halfway around his wrist, which only served to remind her of how vulnerable she was.
    Erik leaned down and rubbed his nose against hers in an almost affectionate manner. “Know this, little human. Even if I tore your clothes off and forced you onto your knees—if I raked my claws down your back, bit you until you bled, fucked you until you screamed—you’d still be begging me for more.”
    Their eyes locked, and Erik held her gaze as firmly as he did her throat. Beyond the blazing intensity of his blue gaze, she thought she could see her own eyes reflected in his.
    They were frightened.
    And excited.
    “I was not aware that you enjoyed playing with your food.”
    Erik drew back as a cool, feminine voice cut through the tension in the room. He tilted his head to the side to regard the newcomer. Rather than seem annoyed by the intrusion, he favored her with a grin and addressed her in a wry voice.
    “Humans bring out the worst in me.”
    Astrid didn’t immediately look for the woman. Erik’s bare chest,