Vanquish wanted me to look at him while Hunter mounted my breasts. Using them around his staff to give himself pleasure.
“I won’t.” I croaked through my raw throat.
“Aww. Is that sore?” Racer asked. Sounding prouder then sympathetic. “Aloira and Cindy love it when we leave them sore.”
“Aloira and Cindy are harlots desperate for a mate. Everyone knows that.” I spit on the ground to show my contempt for the two she-wolves.
But Vanquish was locked on my defiance. His slitted yellow eyes were narrowed on me. “We’re going to take you for our mate under the Mating Moon. And learning to obey us could save your life.”
It’s probably true. I knew that males in the Asara Pack were known to kill their mates in the past. It was something the older she-wolves cautioned the younger ones abou
