Page 1 of Cursed Wolf

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NARAH

Four alphas growling, ravenously pulling at my clothes, their animalistic cravings drive me to madness. I’m just as starved, kissing them, holding them with my life, needing everything they promise.

“Mate. Heat. Mine,” beat into my head between the pounding pulse of my heart in my ears and the burning ache between my thighs, an ache that terrifies me. I try to rationalize it’s due to the recent trauma of discovering my sister Kaira was still possessed by the coven’s high priestess. She’d lied to us, infiltrated our pack, and endangered my younger sister, Jae.

Except now, something’s wrong. Something was broken inside me when the witch touched me with her magic. I can’t think rationally and can barely breathe from the blaze burning me from the inside out.

“Please,” I plead to Ragnar, grasping his shirt, unsure what’s happening, yet I can’t get close enough to him or the other three alphas surrounding me. They’re so close, yet not close enough. I cry out, the sharpness thumping in my chest with a need that will destroy me.

“You’re in heat,” Ragnar growls.

Desperately grabbing at my men’s shirts, the madness inside me grows as though I’m being swallowed by darkness.

Heat. Of course, I know what it means, but when Ragnar says the word, it makes so little sense.

I’m not in heat. I can’t be.

But I don’t exactly have a decent track record of good luck. Is that what Lyra did to me?

Another heavy pulse of fire burns through me, the slick between my legs seeping down my inner thighs.

Goddess…

“Please, I need you. Make it stop,” I cry out, my body tightening. Strange anticipation stretched across my stomach as fear grips me.

Ragnar grabs me, and I plaster my body against him, trembling. Grasping his arms so hard, my knuckles turn white, I whimper to feel him all over me, to have him strip and take me to ease the hunger inside me. I can’t tear my gaze away from his lust-filled eyes.

Everything about him is mesmerizing. His scent embraces me–woodsy with a hint of his wolf, and beneath it all, ladened with pheromones that make me want to drop to my knees and take his cock in my mouth.

“Coming into your heat right now is the worst timing, but we’ll take care of you, little fox.” Ragnar runs his fingers under my eyes, catching the stray tears. My knees barely hold me up, and the other men keep me up. They’re sniffing me, their mouths on my neck and arms, their wolves growling. I feel them all, their masculine scents drowning me, the hard cocks in their pants grinding against me.

Strong arms wrap around me, and Ragnar has me off my feet. I press myself against his chest as he cradles me. Curling my legs around his waist, instinct makes me rock against his hardness.

“It hurts so much,” I whisper, crying and desperate for this huge man.

“I’ll take care of you. I know what you need,” he coos, walking us deeper into the woods, farther from the pack homes, where we’d been given residence. Where we brought both my sisters for protection. Now, instead of hunting down the witch inside my sister, Kaira, I was dying to be fucked.

I can’t think straight. The overwhelming starvation feels as though I’ll be turned inside out if I don’t connect with Ragnar soon. My emotions are wound tight, and I can’t even process logic, can’t think beyond the cloud of lust in my head.

“We need to do this now,” Crius says, following behind us.

“I’ve got this,” Ragnar growls, impatience in his voice as his fingers dig into my hips with urgency.

Pressing me against a tree, his kiss melts me. My tunnel vision only sees Ragnar in front of me at first, and the things he does to my body by a kiss alone have me begging for more. Then I feel his mouth everywhere, devouring my mouth, my neck, his tongue leaving strokes that cover me with goosebumps.

He tears at my flimsy top, the fabric ripping easily and exposing my breasts, the primal instinct behind his growling breaths driving me insane.

“You smell so fucking delicious, I can barely stand it. My cock hurts.” He lowers his head to my breasts, sucking a nipple into his mouth. Grasping his shoulders, I moan when he tugs hard on my nipples, and his tongue flicks them. He holds me with complete control, his force hard, as though nothing could snap him out of his trance.

I glance up to find Crius standing feet from us, his eyes foggy with lust, his cock already out of his pants, and he’s palming the thick, heavy flesh.

“You’re killing me,” he mutters. “Your smell is strangling me. It’s so sweet, so fucking perfect. I want it smeared all over my face.”

I stretch my shaky hand to him just as Ragnar tugs down on my pants, leaving me completely naked and vulnerable. He growls, and there’s no pause as he plants himself on his knees, his mouth pressing against my pussy. His tongue is unrelenting, sweeping across my slick folds.

“Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, little fox.” Then he pushes my legs wider and drives two fingers into me.

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