Ravished!

I didn’t expect the pack to be so… strange.

The house they took me to looked more like a fortress—solid stone walls with massive doors, warm lights, and the faintest scent of smoke and pine in the air.

“Alisha, take her to her room,” Kael instructed one young woman the moment we got into the mansion.

Without a word and just a bow of her head to the man who instructed her, the woman gestured at me to follow her. I did as she instructed and walked behind her as we passed the darkened hallway, the numerous locked doors, the multiple men and women loitering around the house, and finally the library. I was about to ask her where exactly we were going when she stopped at another batch of rooms.

Pointing to one of them, she spoke. “This is your room, Miss.” She shrugged, then turned to me. “If you need anything, you can ask any of us that you see around. Or any of the Alphas.” She added. Pointing to the rooms one after the other, she named which one belonged to each of the men that forced me here.

Without waiting for a word or response from me, she turned and walked away.

With my heart stamping hard in my chest, I moved closer to the room and turned the door knob. With a little bit of hesitation, I stepped inside. The room was beautiful, but something about it unsettled me. It sat between all their rooms, like I was the center of some strange, invisible circle I hadn’t agreed to be a part of.

I kept the door locked behind me, even though I knew if any of them really wanted to get in, a lock wouldn’t stop them. I changed into the silk slip someone had laid out for me. It was black, thin, and clung to my skin like mist. No bra. No panties. Just silk and skin.

I sat on the bed, trying to breathe and calm the fire in my chest. Everything had happened so fast. One moment, I was in my foster mother’s house. The next, I was dragged into the woods by five dangerously beautiful men who claimed I was their mate.

Five.

I still couldn’t believe it. What kind of sick joke was the universe playing on me?

I rolled to my side and pressed my thighs together. My body was too hot. I could still feel the ghost of Rian’s lips on mine, the way he had molded my breast in his palm, his tongue claiming my mouth like it belonged to him. It had awakened something I didn’t know existed.

God help me, I had liked it.

I closed my eyes and tried to think of anything but them. I failed. It was hard to take my mind off the reason why I was suddenly lying on a strange bed in the early hours of the morning of my birthday.

Prior to this, I never even knew that werewolves exist - other than in fantasy and fairytales, but now, I was suddenly supposed to be mated to all five of them.

Now that I followed them here, I was sure that they would have let their guards down, thinking that I was ready to compile with them. So if I was choosing to run away now, who would know? I could just easily disguise myself as one of those people roaming the house.

That’s what I would do, I told myself, already standing up to put that plan into motion.

The sound hit me before I could even register what it was.

A low, rhythmic grunt. A strained breath. A name.

My name.

“Aria…”

I froze, my ears perking.

“…fuck… Aria…”

It was coming from the room next to mine. That would be the room the lady that brought me here has pointed to as Rian’s room.

Rian.

I also knew his voice now—cocky, unapologetically sinful.

What was he doing? Why was he moaning my name so loud?

“Yes, Aria… yes!” He moaned again.

There was only one answer to that question. The man was mastubating with my name and face.

Even though that should have annoyed me, it didn’t. Instead, it made me wet, hearing him moan my name. I imagined him wanking himself, throbbing the flesh of his cock up and down. Moaning. Yanking faster and faster as he drew closer to finding the satisfaction he craved for.

I pressed my knees tighter together, but it was no use. My core throbbed with heat, liquid pooling between my thighs. I shouldn’t be aroused by this. I should be horrified. Angry.

But I was drenched.

I slid my hand beneath the silk, grazing my skin. My fingers found the wetness instantly, and I let out a soft gasp. I rubbed slow circles around my clit, matching the tempo of his grunts through the wall. Every sound he made fueled my fire.

“Fuck… I want you to beg, Aria… beg for my cock…”

A desperate moan escaped me as my hips lifted into my hand.

I imagined him on the other side of the wall, hand wrapped around his thick length, eyes wild, muscles tensed. Stroking himself to the thought of me. My name spilling from his lips as he lost control.

“Oh god…”

My fingers moved faster, dipping down to slide inside me, then back up to my clit. My body arched, back bowing, teeth sinking into my lip to hold back a scream. It was like he was inside me without even touching me.

And just as my orgasm began to crest, the world tilted.

“Fuck!!!” The man grunted out, obviously finding the release for himself.

My eyes flew open—and I saw him.

Evren.

He was standing in the shadows near the corner of my room, so still I almost screamed. His pale eyes weren’t pale anymore. They glowed a rich, haunting violet, locked onto me. Onto my slick fingers. Onto the wetness between my thighs.

My orgasm hit me like a hurricane.

I cried out as my body convulsed. Pleasure tore through me in waves, unstoppable and wicked. I couldn’t look away from him. And he didn’t blink once.

That was when I recollected myself.

I sat up instinctively, pulling the blanket over my breasts, my cheeks burning with shame. I’d just pleasured myself to the sound of Rian moaning my name across the wall. My fingers were still wet with my own desire, my breath still shallow.

Evren stalked in slowly, like a panther on the hunt. Not rushed, not hurried. Deadly. His gaze pinned me, devoured me, traced the curves of my body like he already owned them.

“Did you enjoy pleasuring yourself to the moans of my brother?” He asked, the hunger still evident in his eyes.

“I—Evren—” I stammered, backing further into the bed.

He didn’t stop walking until he was towering over me.

“Don’t hide from me, Aria.” He murmured, and without warning, slapped my hands away from my chest.

The blanket fell in a heap at my waist.

I gasped, but he leaned forward and captured my lips before I could utter a sound. His mouth was hot, firm, commanding. A sharp contrast to the cool air that had just licked across my bare skin. I whimpered, lost in the warmth of him, in the sensation of his tongue exploring mine like it was hunting for my soul.

He kissed me until I was pliant, until my hands clutched at his shirt desperately, pulling him closer, wanting more, needing more.

And then he pulled back.

Just like that.

He stared down at me, eyes hooded, chest heaving slightly as if it took effort to resist what we both knew we wanted. His arousal was undeniable—thick, hard, straining against his pants.

I reached for him.

He caught my wrist.

“Not yet,” he said, his voice gravel over silk. “The time to ravish you is coming, but it’s not now.”

“What?” I asked, breathless and needy.

He leaned close again, brushing his lips against my ear. “When I take you, Aria, it won’t be because I walked in on you wet and begging. It’ll be because your body demands me—because you ache for me so deeply, nothing else in this world will do.”

My legs were still open. My body still pulsing. I wanted to scream at him to finish what he started, to not leave me like this.

He gave me a final lingering glance that felt as if it was almost killing him to leave. But he turned, heading for the door.

“Evren, wait!”

He looked over his shoulder, smirking like the devil himself. “Sleep tight, Aria. You’ll need your strength.”

And then he was gone.

I sat there, trembling and wet and aching, unsure if I wanted to scream or beg.