Page 60 of Pack Captive

Ryden looked torn for a moment, but his cock pulsed when I squeezed the swollen crown. With a snarl, he shoved the pants down, revealing the hard V of muscle at the base of his stomach, and the thick rod that begged to be licked.

Without thinking, I leaned forward, running my tongue over his head and lapping up the pearl of liquid that had beaded there. He gasped, his hips thrusting forward, and I opened my mouth for him.

He was too big to take much of him inside, but I closed my eyes and swirled my tongue over him, enjoying the hot, silky feel of his skin and the taste of him.

I stroked his shaft while I licked him, my pussy still aching for more. I could've come again if he'd just fuck me.

But Ryden was as worked up as I was, all the muscles in his body clenching as I slid my lips over him again.

His fingers had been trailing through my hair, but they tightened. I felt him harden and sucked deeply when he groaned.

Hot come burst into my mouth and I swallowed, licking his cock clean.

Who am I?

I felt dazed, but still hot and jittery with desire. All the old arguments played in my head:he tied you up, he stole you, he gave you no choice.

But I wanted him so badly I had no words for it.

All I knew was that he was going to be mine one day.

"Fuck, Ayla," he whispered, pushing my hair out of my face and cupping my cheeks. "I'm never letting you go."

I looked up at him, taking in the bright blue of his eyes, the flush across his cheekbones. The sweat that gleamed on his broad chest was just as attractive as it was an hour ago.

I still wanted to run my hands and tongue all over him.

But I remembered the bracelet, its weight. I was starting to forget it was there.

And once I forgot I was a prisoner...what then?

Would I blindly follow Ryden, forgetting who I was, obeying his every order and hungering for him?

Sex was not a fair trade for freedom, and I could follow Yasemin's lessons about being a protector of all wolves perfectly well while hating the position I'd been put in.

"Don't worry," I told him. My body still wanted him, but my mind was cooling. I pushed away from him, climbing off the bed. "I can't go anywhere, remember?"

I extended my leg, making sure the shackle was in plain sight.

And for a moment, Ryden looked guilty.

18

Ayla

The Lunar Circle,which had looked so big during the day, was packed with wolves by night, feeling tiny and cramped.

My palms were already sweating, and the ritual hadn't even started.

The night sky was the velvet black of a dark moon cycle, and the only light came from the torches that had been mounted on the circle of columns. The light played off the hard faces of the wolves, who were silent and arrayed around the circle by pack affiliation.

The Claws were to the left, stoic and grim. I had no doubt they were wondering if I was even up to the task.

The Warriors were on the right, Eryn at the forefront. He nodded to me, and I wondered if he knew my legs still felt rubbery from the afternoon's work.

Alpha Ryden and Calian were directly across the circle from us Callers. Ryden hadn't removed the shackle, and his eyes were shadowed as he watched me.

I'd been dressed in the ceremonial attire given to mating-age Callers, a golden dress that showed more than it covered, with heavy gold bracelets lacing up my arms.

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