Pack’s Lust
Book 2 of the Wolf’s Lust series
By Lacy Dae
The sequel to Lycan’s Lust
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Copyright 2012 Lacy Dae
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I was naked and chained to a pillar. The day before, I had been an ER doctor, investigating a mystery man who had healed from life-threatening injuries right before my eyes. I had tracked him back to the scene of his brutal mauling, but had discovered more than I had ever thought possible: a pack of werewolves were living in an abandoned factory downtown. The man I’d met was one of them, a werewolf who had challenged their king, and been harshly punished for it. The wolves had smelled the traitor on me and decided that I was his girlfriend. They captured me, chaining me a pillar in their main hall. And they had drugged me, with something that made me mad with lust, writhing in sexual frustration.
Their king had fucked me, roughly and hard, and I had welcomed it. I would have done anything to relieve my painful longing, to soothe the aching throb deep inside my needy cunt. Having left his mark all over my body, he told me that the next day, he would give me to the pack.
Hours were passing. They would be here soon. In the basement of the old factory, it was impossible to say if it was night or day. The unblinking glare from the bare light bulb overhead produced deep shadows at the sides of the room, while leaving my pale naked body glowing in a pool of light. Occasionally I heard doors open and shut, far away, and muted snarls and snaps. Once a baying howl startled me and I jumped, rattling my chains. The floor was clammy and cold against my bare skin, and I shivered often.
I struggled to find some sleep, but my hands were chained to the pillar above my head, making it impossible for me to lie down. Every time I started to drift off, my head fell forward and I jerked awake, in terror. My sexual desire, which had been momentarily assuaged by the massive orgasm the king had forced on me, was also starting to build again, making me restless and fidgety. I had been fighting fear this whole time, but it was starting to take over, making me tremble. No one knew where I was. No one would know I was gone, until I missed my next hospital shift, two days from now. How will I get myself out of this? Can I get out of this?
The sound of bare feet slapping on the stone floor made me tense. It was coming my way! I strained, uselessly, at the chains around my wrists. My hands were cold and numb from being held up for hours, and my shoulders ached from the strain. Staring wildly into the darkness surrounding me, I was desperate to see what was coming for me.
As I watched in horror, a monster stepped into the light. It was around six and a half feet tall, with long arms that hung almost to its knees. Shaggy brown fur covered its face, shoulders and chest, fading into bare skin on its belly. It… no, he, it was definitely male, and I was glad he was wearing pants, stepped further towards the light, and raised dirty yellow claws towards me, palms-up in a peaceful gesture. I cringed, regardless, as he stepped nearer, and his shoulders sagged in seeming despair. His burning amber eyes searched my face, with some strong emotion I couldn’t recognize under the fur. Something about him seemed familiar… was he my John Doe from the day before, the man the king had called Logan? But he’d been a man, been human then. What had changed? Was he stuck as a monster for some reason? I knew that the werewolves could shift at will, when I met their king the yesterday. Why would he approach me in this horrifying shape? I huddled closer to the pillar, drawing away from him. This whole thing is all his fault, anyways!
He stood there for a moment, looking at me, and then huffed a guttural sigh and left my circle of light. I could hear his footsteps fading away into the darkness. I was alone again. Leaning my head against my knees, I cried and shook for a long while, and then finally, mercifully, fell asleep. Maybe I would wake in my own bed, and this would be a horrible dream. Please, God!
A toe nudged me hard in the ass, waking me from my uneasy rest. I blinked up at the light, and saw the broad-shouldered, blonde werewolf king who had fucked me so soundly last night. He grinned down at me, amused by me sleeping sitting up, I guess. That asshole. For the first time, I noticed a gold chain around his throat, identical to the one I’d accidentally taken from Logan the day before. The king had found it in my pocket and used as ‘proof’ that I was the outcast’s girlfriend. Maybe it was a clan symbol of some kind? “Release her.” He commanded to someone behind me.
Rough hands grabbed my wrists as a lean dark-haired man stepped into my field of view. He unhooked the chain from the pillar, but left my wrists bound together. I lowered my arms gingerly, gasping at the fiery pain that shot through my shoulders. My hands looked pale and cold, and my wrists were rubbing raw under the chains. Pins and needles began to streak down my arms as blood began to flow back into them. I whimpered, softly, and rubbed my hands together to warm them.
The king squatted near me. “Today, you’ll be a treat for my loyal allies, like Frederick here. You’ll know who they are because they’re still human. Do what they want, and you’ll be rewarded. Fail to satisfy and you’ll be given to the other members of my pack. Do you understand?” There was no room for negotiation in his cold voice. I nodded weakly, as I understood all too well. Any human-looking werewolf could fuck me in any way he wanted and I couldn’t resist…or I’d be given to the monsters of the pack, those wolves seemingly stuck in half-human shapes. “Get her cleaned up.” That was addressed to Fred.
Fred grabbed me by an arm and raised me to my feet. The chain led from my bound wrists to his fist like a leash. He tugged on it, making me stumble. “This way.” Leading me into a large communal bathroom, he undid the chain on my wrists and thrust me into a shower, turning on the hot water. It felt scalding against my cold skin, at first, but then I acclimated. The soaking spray soothed my dry skin, and I lifted my face to the water. I felt cleansed under its pounding rhythm. The fingers of warmth running down my skin, and dripping off my pussy, also re-awakened the lust I’d been tormented by, under the influence of the drug the pack had given me. It set up a pulsing heat in my twat that made me wriggle. Fred noticed my… condition.
He dropped his pants to the floor, his thick, rigid cock standing at attention. Stepping into the shower with me, he leered down at me. “Face the wall.” I hesitated. My cunt was already moistening in anticipation of his thick rod, but did I really want to be a party favor? What choice do I have? Shivering in fear and lust, I turned, placing my hands flat against the smooth ceramic tiles. Fred thrust his hand hard between my thighs, testing for wetness, his thumb pressing firmly onto my clit, and two fingers diving into my tight pussy. I gasped as an electric pulse of pleasure ran through me. He grunted in satisfaction to find me wet and ready for him.