Forced Awakening AC (2012 Read online

  “Yes,” Sophie said softly, hardly able to stand. In one swift movement, Rylan tossed her over his shoulder.

  “We must move quickly now. We are nearly there.” And now Rylan sprinted.

  “Rylan? How can you move so fast with my weight? It seems as if I am getting lighter and lighter.”

  Rylan didn’t answer and Sophie wondered if he didn’t hear her.

  “It is your satisfying of my needs,” he said slowly. “I need to possess female humans for my strength.”

  “Possess as in have sex with?” Sophie asked.

  “Yes.”

  “But you are getting stronger,” she observed.

  “Yes,” Rylan sighed. “The more willing the maiden, the greater the strength.”

  That made sense. As Sophie gave into her desires and lusted for Rylan, he took more strength from her. This was more bizarre by the hour. Sophie wondered what her family was thinking now. They must be frantic, yet Sophie had already given up hope. Her life now lay in being Rylan’s sex slave. Perhaps one day she could be free as he had mentioned, but right now Rylan fucking her repeatedly appealed to her.

  “We’re here,” Rylan said softly placing her down. Sophie looked around. The area was not much different from the rest of the forest. They were standing in a large clearing. Brush and bushes surrounded the clearing, which was almost a perfect circle. However, it seemed the forest ended here, or more likely the landscape changed. The clearing backed up against a large mountain and Sophie could see the mountain opened up to caves where it met the ground.

  “You live here?” Sophie asked and Rylan nodded. Sophie assumed he must take refuge in the caves. What kind of existence did he have? She peered up at Rylan, and emotions flicked across his face. Tenderness, desire, concern, want, power. Sophie reached up to touch Rylan’s face gently. Yes, he had kidnapped her, but he had also saved her from hideous forest creatures. She stroked his cheek and Rylan brought his mouth onto hers. Sophie wrapped herself into the kiss, feeling the heat radiate from Rylan, she felt his growing erection and she reached into his pants for his ready cock. Suddenly, Rylan hissed, pulling away before scanning the area.

  “What?” Sophie asked.

  “We are not alone,” Rylan snarled. Sophie peered around the forest and stifled a scream. Peering back at her from all sides of the clearing, were set after set of glowing yellow eyes. Rylan stepped in front of her, protectively.

  “Rylan?” she whispered, “what are they?” Wolf after wolf slinked out of the brush, pawing at the ground and pacing readily, their tails wagging menacingly.

  “They are my brothers. They see my strength.” He paused, his eyes dark. “And they desire their turn with your body,” he growled.

  Sophie felt the world go fuzzy, and just before she collapsed, her last thought was a pack of wild wolves wanted to take turns fucking her.

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  The following is an excerpt from the next chapter in the Forced, Fucked, and Bred Trilogy – Breeding the Female

  The two deep brown wolves appeared to be brothers, maybe even twins. Their skin was a deep tan, and they had dark eyes. They eyed Sophie hungrily, as they circled her like prey. The cream-colored wolf, was young and thin, with pale eyes, but had an air of leadership about him. He stood very still, watching Sophie. The midnight black wolf phased into a tall man, with dark, rich skin, which he rubbed as he moved towards her. Lastly, Sophie noticed the silkier wolf change into a stunning man. He had long dark chocolate hair that hung sexily across his face, which was full of desire and lust. Sophie gasped at the sight.

  The naked men began circling her, various emotions flicking across their faces: power, lust, desire, violence, hunger. Sophie noticed the remaining wolves step back into the clearing. Their eyes reminded Sophie of fireflies, and she thought fleetingly of her home. The home that was no longer hers. She belonged to the woods and these wolves now.

  The brothers reached her first. One began to stroke himself, groaning as he stared at Sophie. The other brother brought his hand to her neck, pulling slightly, exposing her skin before sniffing her. He inhaled deeply and growled in appreciation.

  “Won’t – won’t you at least tell me your names?” Sophie stuttered. If these men were going to fuck her, she wanted to know whom they were. One of the brothers snickered. “I am Morio,” he replied.

  “Orson,” the other brother responded.

  “Silas,” breathed the pale boy.

  “Rinji,” the dark man said softly.

  Sophie stared at the beautiful man with the long hair, waiting for his reply. He seemed unsure of using his voice. “My name is Arden,” he whispered.

  The sweet night air hung around the five men and Sophie, clinging to this moment. Time stood still. Sophie felt the world shift on its axis; she saw the men as wolves and then as men again, their shapes and lines blurred by fantasy and reality. She felt her body come to life under the night sky, and then the moment ended before Sophie could taste it; savor it.

  The men pounced on Sophie, and she was a sea of sensations trying to right herself. She felt hands, mouths and skin all over her. Someone was yanking her hair aside and she felt a warm mouth on her neck; Orson. More hands were deftly working her blouse, removing it to release her full breasts; she saw Silas grin wickedly as he pressed his mouth to her breasts, moaning into her sweet skin. Morio was hiking her skirt up from behind, his hands fondling her ass, as he pushed his massive erection against her.

  Sophie tried to fight it, pushing the men away, but they outnumbered her, and even though they were weak, they were stronger than Sophie any day. Rinji pushed Silas out of the way, pressing his dark naked body to Sophie’s milky skin; a stark contrast. Silas growled in response, before kneeling and biting on Sophie’s thighs. Sophie felt her skirt slide to the ground, and someone pulled her body out of it.

  She felt multiple hands travel up her thighs, kneading them with strong knuckles. She tried to say stop, but a hard mouth pressed against her lips, and she gazed into Morio’s dark eyes. She felt a cock push into the crack between her ass and a deep moan escape its owner. Sophie turned her head to see Silas, carnal desire burning in his eyes. Morio yanked her face back to his mouth and continued to assault her with his tongue.

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  Fresh out of the undergraduate gate, Claire Baxter is having a hell of a time trying to make ends meet in the Big Apple.

  With her dead-beat college sweet(ish)heart as a roommate and a thankless job at a pretentious TriBeCa children's store, Claire's prospects are not looking particularly ideal.

  Her situation bottoms out one October morning when a particularly nefarious straphanger starts harassing her on a delayed subway train, but on the edge of Claire losing it, a gorgeous stranger intervenes on her behalf and instantly ensnares her heart.

  Tumbling head-on into the naughty bits of a steamy affair with her mysterious savior, Claire is horrified to discover that her knight in shining armor may not exactly be hers for the taking.

  A small taste of what's inside:

  “It was so nice of you to help me today,” Claire said quickly, not allowing herself to dream of his hands on her, “With that creep and all.”

  “To tell you the truth, I felt a bit creepy after that ordeal as well,” he said, letting the front door close behind him. He slid the lock into place and turned to face her. “I can’t understand what happened to me when I saw that man try to touch you. I felt... jealous.”

  “What?!” Claire spluttered, “I mean... what do you...?”

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sp; “It’s like... I knew in that moment that I wanted you to belong to me,” the man said, advancing on Claire, “I wanted it to be my hands on you. And only mine.”

  “...Oh?” Claire said faintly. The man was inches away from her, towering a foot taller than she. She felt her breath quicken, and her breasts began to heave before her. The man registered this and let out a soft moan. He lifted a strong, firm hand and cupped her quivering chin, tilting her eyes up to meet his.

  “I would never dream of doing anything you didn’t want me to do,” he said deliberately, absolutely. “Do you understand that?” Claire nodded, mute. Every fiber of her being screamed in agony of his being so near and not yet in her, through her. “May I...” he said, and she felt his finger tips on her arm, “May I touch you?” She thought she would swoon as she nodded violently, pressed against the wall of her small apartment’s hallway.

  He let his fingers run down her arm with excruciating care. As his hand met her waist, he let his arm slide around her body and pulled her to him. Her breasts pressed firmly against his chest, and she felt his hot breath on her neck. His hands found their way to her hips, and she let her own wander along his chest. She wove her fingers through his pitch black hair and, on a wave of newborn courage, tugged at the roots of it. He gasped softly, his fingers digging into the flesh of her back. He clearly liked a bit of roughhousing, Claire thought. That boded well.

  The man threw his weight against Claire’s body and pinned her to the wall with his hips. She felt a sudden, urgent need to draw him in, into the deepest parts of her. Her shoulders smacked against the wall as she steadied herself with her hands on his shoulders. Their eyes met in the dim twilight.

  “I want you to take me,” she whispered, amazed at her daring, “Take me for yourself.”