Wolves Gone Wild(23)

Gabe had torn the roof off her car.

He grinned down at her. “Hey, honeypot. Time to come out and play.”

Christy screamed as Merle tore the window away then grabbed her arm. She cried out again as he lifted her body with ease and pulled her over the door. She fought, kicking out when Gabe caught her feet and helped Merle get her out of the car.

As soon as her feet hit the ground, she tried to run, but Merle held her fast. “No! Let me go!”

Merle pulled her hair away from her face. “No, bitch. You ain’t going anywhere.” He drew in a long breath. “Damn, but you smell good.”

She gasped as Gabe dropped to his knees and pushed his face against her crotch. “Ooo-eee! I can smell her sweet cream, brother. Her pussy’s already juicy. She’s already fucked tonight.”

Merle took her chin and forced her to look at him. “That’s all right. I don’t mind sloppy seconds. It’s not like we’re planning on making you our mate.”

She struggled again, but just like before, he held her tight. “Please. Let me go. You don’t want to do this.”

“Now that’s where you’re wrong, bitch. I want to do this real bad.” He grabbed her breast and squeezed. “The only question is whether I want to fuck your pussy or your ass first.”

“Dibs on her pussy.” Gabe took hold of her shorts and jerked the material to the side.

She tried to kick him, but it was no use. A moan that had nothing to do with pleasure escaped her when he slipped his tongue over her mons.

“See there? You like it.” Merle chuckled then leaned over and nipped at her nipple through her top.

“No. Stop. Please, let me go.”

Gabe pushed her legs wider. “You hang on to her, Merle. I’m going to give her a little taste of what my cock’s going to feel like.”

She shut her eyes and tried to prepare for whatever they would do to her. Their hands were all over her, their tongues, their teeth, and their mouths skimming her flesh. She whimpered and pushed her mind away.

Don’t think about it. Just keep breathing.

Don’t think.

Don’t think.

When she heard the growl, she wondered why it sounded so far away.

Don’t think.

Another growl came after that one, and despite trying to put her mind anywhere other than where she was, she couldn’t stop herself from opening her eyes.

Three huge wolves stood side by side on the street only a few yards from them. Their amber eyes glowed in the night and their fangs shone in the moonlit darkness. They were all dark, with varying gray over their bodies. Their heads were held low, their ears back, and their tails dropped between their legs. The largest one in the middle, a black diamond shape in the middle of his forehead, lowered his body and took a step forward.

Merle kept hold of her as Gabe jerked away, came to his feet, and zipped his pants up. Merle tensed, his fingers digging into her skin.

“What the fuck do you three want?”

Why was he talking to the wolves?

“Yeah, man. We ain’t doing nothing different than anyone else.” Gabe’s voice broke as he inched his way around to the other side of the car. “Just leave us be.”

The other two wolves came even with the middle one. They were like a band of warriors, ready to follow each other into battle.

Did the big one just shake his head?

She had to be imagining it.

“She’s ours. We found her and we aim to have her.”

The wolves came closer still. As one, they tilted their heads at her as though seeking an answer to an unspoken question.

“Damn it all. This ain’t fair. How do you know the moon don’t affect us, too?”

He is talking to the wolves.

Christy jerked her arm and was surprised when Merle turned her loose. Keeping her back to the car and not letting either Merle or the wolves out of her sight, she put distance between her and the men. She glanced at the alley leading back to Milly’s apartment, but if she ran for it, the wolves might come after her.

Their growls started low, filled with warning. The three animals took another two steps toward Merle, their growls growing louder and more menacing.

“Merle, come on. She ain’t worth it, man.” Gabe danced on his feet, ready to take flight.

“You gonna let us go?”

The captor had become the captive. She couldn’t believe it. Merle and Gabe were going to leave her with the wolves. She’d gone from one threatening situation to another.

The middle wolf jerked his head up and down. Was he answering Merle?

“Let’s go while the gettin’s good, bro.” Yet Gabe didn’t wait for Merle. He spun around and dashed away, glancing over his shoulder once.

“I’m going.” Merle lifted his hands, palms out, and started shuffling to the end of the car. Once he was there, he took off running in the same direction Gabe had gone.