First they took me captive. Then they took me as their mate.
The first time these feral beasts tore off my clothes to claim and breed me, they took turns filling my virgin body with their seed as I bucked and writhed and came until I almost blacked out.
But when they mount and rut me tonight with my spanked ass still bright red, they won’t be taking turns. They’ll be bending me over and taking what’s theirs rough and hard and all at once.
Because they’re not just Vikings punishing a defiant captive.
They’re wolf shifters taming their mate.
