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and found a place for himself there. It went on and on like
that.
    Rocco did not watch the spectacle, nor did he
participate. Once I tried to inch backwards into the night but one
glance at him told me there was no point in trying to escape. His
cold eyes were glued to me and I knew what he was planning. He
would rape me there in front of the pack, filling my womb with his
evil seed again and again until it took and spawned his
fruit.
    My ears were filled with the grunting orgasms
of the Iron Jaws, punctuated occasionally by the girl’s feminine
shriek. There seemed to be no limit to her capacity as she eagerly
took on each member of the pack in all ways.
     
    Except Rocco. He made no move towards her. I
knew why. He was waiting for me. But even in the depths of all my
horror over the moment, I could never have guessed the next
pitiless turn of events.
    The girl lay writhing beneath the last Iron
Jaw. Rocco caught his eye and nodded and the werewolf flipped
positions so she was straddled across him instead. She moaned
rhythmically, stretching her arms upward as she reveled in her
moment.
    Rocco stood before the fire pit and spoke.
“Brothers. Tonight in this place your leader will take his mate.
You have all celebrated the event by sharing a moment of pleasure.”
His voice grew low. The girl was oblivious, her groans of ecstasy
continuing. “Now we will share a moment of blood. Iron
Jaws!”
    At the last, the werewolf being ridden by the
girl shuddered his climax. Then, he sprang into wolf form. The
others, except for Rocco, followed immediately. The girl opened her
eyes. She screamed, falling backward onto her bare ass. She tried
to scramble to her feet but one of the wolves pounced on her. His
paws held her down and tore at her skin with his sharp claws. The
others quickly circled, snarling. They were ready for the
kill.
    The girl’s desperate eyes found mine,
pleading. Large gashes ran down her face and her eyes bulged. “Help
me!” she screamed but the wolves closed in further. I shut my eyes
at the first bite of her flesh, feeling the bile rise into my
throat. I could hear the crack of her bones as they ravaged her.
Above that were her last screams and finally, I heard the dreadful
sound of Rocco’s laughter.
    When I finally opened my eyes the floor by the
fire pit was a pool of blood and gore. The wolves milled about the
cabin, licking their mouths clean. Rocco knelt before me, his chest
painted with the girl’s blood, and held out a hand. “Now my queen,
shall we?” I recoiled backward and he chased me. “I’m sure your
high minded Dark Claws never shared this quaint little custom with
you. But this is our history, and yours too. The alpha’s claim to
his queen must be sealed with the blood of a ravaged maiden.” He
clucked regretfully. “The ritual wasn’t completely correct as she
wasn’t a maiden,” he said. “But then, so few are these
days.”
    Though I knew it was foolish, useless even, I
slapped him. It was a hard hit, rocking his head backward. But in
my head I heard Marcus’s words, telling me of my strength, my
importance. That strength had been bred into my bones and coursed
through my blood. I would not let this wicked beast have me
easily.
    The look he gave me was deadly. He abruptly
grabbed a handful of my dress in each hand and ripped savagely. I
had been wearing no undergarments and was now completely exposed.
He pushed me backwards and put a knee into my soft
belly.
    “It was always going to happen,” he said
softly. “But now I will make sure it is painful.”
    The wolves paced excitedly in the background.
Rocco tore his pants off, exposing the rigid cock which I looked at
with revulsion. I tried to kick my legs, but he held me down
easily.
    “Iron Jaws!” Rocco yelled and the pack rose in
a unanimous howl.
    His hard arousal pressed into my thigh and I
fought mightily. He still managed to get my legs apart. The wolves
came closer, panting and jostling. I bit, I scratched,