Pack Mistress #3 (Quick 'n' Dirty Erotic Paranormal Romance) by Evelyn Lafont

Author:Evelyn Lafont
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: werewolf erotica, paranormal romance erotica, lesbian eroitca
Publisher: Evelyn Lafont

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Within just a few minutes I had managed to fall on the floor and before I could right myself, my door was busted in as Rage, Bruno, Jack, and four shifted pack members came in.

“Where the fuck is he? Your studio and the east swamp stinks of a northern pack—so don’t try to hide him, you slut.” Bruno shouted as he grabbed my hair by the root and lifted my head from the ground.

“Bruno—stand down! We do not talk to our pack mates that way. Let her be. Can’t you see that she’s handcuffed? She’s not hiding anyone.” After he said it, Jack’s hand went around my arms and helped me up into a sitting position. “Do you know where the keys are?”

“No—I don’t even know if there are any.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll get you out.” Jack motioned to Rage and when he bent down, whispered something in Rage’s ear that made Rage and the four wolves who had been sniffing my rooms run out.

I was sitting on the floor, my back against the bed with Jack crouched in front of me and Bruno looming over us when I heard growling and shouting in the swamp outside my window. The window R. W. had jumped out of. I sat up straighter, my head craning to see what was going on out the window, my heart hoping that R. W. was already long gone.

Jack reached out with a gentle hand and pulled my face back to look at him. “Do you know the person who did this?” Jack’s eyes roamed my face and he pushed back a lock of hair that had invaded my forehead.

“No, I’ve never seen him before.” I felt bad lying to Jack, but I knew I’d feel worse if I didn’t.

“What did he look like?”

“It all happened so fast. He … he had me turned away from him right when he came in so I couldn’t really tell anything about him, but he was wearing a ski mask.”

“Did he say what he wanted, or did he …” Jack didn’t finish his sentence, but his eyes wandered to my bed.

“No, he didn’t. I don’t know what he wanted. He said, ‘shut up, bitch’ a couple of times and pushed me to the bed. He wasn’t here that long.”

Bruno piped up. “What was he doing in front of your paintings with you?”

At that moment, Rage came back in and handed Jack a small leather case. Jack took a metal stick out of it and sat on the bed, his legs on either side of me. I could feel and hear him fiddling with my cuffs, and then I was free. My arms were numb. I rubbed my wrists stalling for time.

“Answer the question,” Bruno said.

I started to sweat but tried to calm myself so they wouldn’t smell a sudden spike of fear—although if they did, I suppose I could blame it on being forced to think about the supposedly traumatic break-in I’d just experienced. “He was talking to me. Yelling and stuff.

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