It was still chilly in the cabin. She didn’t need to freeze just because two men wanted to ogle her body.
As soon as Alyssa had scarfed down her gigantic sandwich, she looked around the room. “Did we bring everything in?”
“No. I got distracted by something. There are still a few bags in the truck.” Michael closed up the bread and put the lunchmeat and cheese back in the cooler.
“I’ll go grab a few things. I don’t think my bag is in here.” Alyssa turned to the door.
Tyler plopped on the couch. “What do you need? We don’t care if you spend a few days naked.” His teasing voice followed her out the door.
Alyssa’s mind was preoccupied with a dozen things as she stepped onto the porch. A hand landed on top of her and another one covered her mouth. Her eyes shot open wide. Fear made her body go instantly rigid. Her ears rang as though she were under water. What the hell was happening? Her lax body, sated from sex and running and food, shot alert with adrenaline. It coursed through her veins and made her skin tingle.
“Going somewhere?” The gravelly voice was low and distinct. Where had she heard it before?
Alyssa’s heart beat nearly out of her chest. She gripped the hand across her face and tried to pry it loose. Her eyes widened as far as possible, but she couldn’t see the face of her attacker. He was behind her. Her gut clenched at the smell of his hand over her mouth. Foul. Disgusting. Making her want to vomit.
The man smelled like he hadn’t bathed in days.
Alyssa screeched against the hand, but only a muffled sound escaped her lips. “Michael. Tyler.” She screamed through their connection.
The front door flew open, but her assailant was backing away with her in tow.
“What the fuck?” Michael yelled. He leaped down the two steps and ran toward them but stopped short before he made it more than a few steps.
Alyssa had no idea what made him halt until she heard the cock of a gun.
“Don’t move an inch, or she dies.”
“What do you want, Alfred?” Tyler came up next to Michael and put a hand on his shoulder.
“You know him? Wait? Alfred?” Alyssa’s chest pounded. Her Oklahoma pack leader’s right-hand man? That Alfred? She hadn’t seen the man in over two years. What the hell was he doing here now? He could have taken her plenty of times in the past. Why now?
Another voice joined the first from behind, and Alyssa’s skin crawled. “We came for you, actually, Tyler. But this is even sweeter.” The second voice belonged to Judas, Alfred’s partner. Alyssa would recognize that tone anywhere, even after two years.
Alfred chuckled next to Alyssa’s face. His breath stunk as bad as his hand. “I’m pretty sure we can take this little slice of heaven with us, and you’ll follow like a good little puppy all the way home. That way we can enjoy her company to the fullest and not even have to dirty our hands with you.” Alfred started backing up, his gun held at her temple. The cold of the barrel chilled more than just her face.
“Are you crazy?” Tyler shouted. “She’s mated to us. What do you think you’re going to do? Return her to that polygamist bastard in Oklahoma?”
Alfred laughed so loud he even buckled, leaning forward and scaring Alyssa to death that he might accidentally shoot her. “That’s rich. You think we care who’s shagged this little pretty? Hardly. Won’t change a thing for us. I’m sure her pussy will still spread just as wide for the two of us as it does for the two of you.”
Alyssa froze. They planned to rape her? She really was going to vomit now. Her stomach revolted, clenching into itself.
Judas spoke again from behind. “She’s just a tiny little thing. I don’t think we’ll have any trouble. We can take turns holding her down while the other one fucks her. I bet her pussy’s real nice and tight.”
“If you lay even one hand on her, so help me God…” Michael inched forward. Alyssa kept her gaze on the advancement of his and Tyler’s bare feet.
“What do you think you’re going to do? Back your way out of the woods?” Tyler glanced at Alyssa’s face, but she couldn’t read his expression. “Stay calm, Ali. We’re going to get you out of this.”
“Hell no. We’re going to take your truck. You were kind enough to leave the keys inside. I should thank you for that. We have a car, asshole, but your truck is sweet.” A tinkling sound from behind let Alyssa know Judas held the keys.
“Alyssa, when I count to three, I want you to go completely slack so that you slip out of his grasp and land on the ground. Got it?” Michael kept his gaze on her attackers while he spoke to her. “Tyler, you grab Judas. I’m going to shift and go for the gun hand.”