Captured - Cara Wylde Page 0,36

bought. The idea was to not get caught or get into trouble. If we could grab what we needed without paying, then we always opted for that. For all the harm the humans had caused in our mountains, they could survive with a few supermarket stalls emptied, or sheds ransacked for tools. Once that was done, we talked briefly about our borders. For now, they were untouched. No wolves from the neighboring packs had set foot on our land without our permission.

“I did catch the scent of a rogue some days ago,” said Zig.

“Where?”

“At the north border.”

“Just one rogue?”

“I’m not sure. Maybe. A male. He was far and didn’t seem to want to come any closer. He must have sensed me.”

“Good,” Jax said. “Everyone knows about the Woodwards. No rogue would dare to cross into our land. I say we shouldn’t worry about it.”

I nodded. Thorn was lost in thought, but then again… he usually was like that during these meetings. Jax and I were the leaders. Thorn and Chase had always been the dreamers of our family.

“If no one has anything to add, then this would be all,” I said, standing up. The truth was that I was so goddamn hard that I couldn’t sit still anymore. Isabel’s cunt smelled divine. She was aroused from Jax’s small, teasing touches, and we could all barely focus anyway. Only the Elders didn’t seem to be affected. The Betas, however, had lost their train of thought a few times. “I declare this pack meeting over.”

The men finished their wine, grabbed some pieces of meat for the road, and filed out of the cabin. Jax and Thorn stayed.

Slowly and gracefully, Jax moved over Isabel. He pushed the plates off her and traced a finger from the hollow in her collarbone to her navel.

“You reek of seed,” he sneered at her. “I smell my brothers all over you. I think it’s time I fucked you, bitch. Make you smell like me, too.”

Eleven

Jax

What had Reid been thinking? Making the human bitch pose as a piece of furniture had been a crazy idea. Stupid, even. I had barely been able to focus the whole meeting because the way the three Betas had looked at her had unsettled me profoundly. Seeing the lust in their eyes, seeing them licking their lips as they stared at her naked form, smelling the pheromones that betrayed how much they wanted to rut her… They were gone now, but anger still bubbled in my chest, and I needed to take it out on someone. On her. On Isabel, on her lithe, enticing body, and her cunt. She was so wet for me. I’d teased her all through the meeting, casually brushing my fingers over her mound, lightly pressing on her clit a few times. She was soaked, her shaved pussy lips glistening with juices that I wanted to taste. But I wasn’t going to give her that. No. It would’ve been humiliating. I didn’t want her to know that she had any sort of power over me. If I licked her cunt, she’d think I wanted to make her feel good, wanted to give her pleasure. I couldn’t give a fuck about her pleasure. Or so I kept telling myself… All I wanted was to bury my dick inside her and pound her mercilessly until she screamed my name.

I was on top of her, plates, glasses, and leftovers all around us. She looked at me with those big blue eyes of hers, and she seemed frozen for a second. She could tell I was mad. Her legs were spread wide.

“Are you ready, slut?”

She gulped, then nodded. I didn’t care whether she was ready or not. In a swift motion, I removed my shirt, ripping it off my body. I needed to feel her skin against mine. I did the same with my pants, and my cock sprung free, the thick, engorged head going for her entrance. I grabbed the base of my dick and guided the head over her slick folds, up and down, until she started squirming under me. She bit her lower lip, trying to suppress a moan.

“You like that, don’t you?” She remained silent, and that annoyed me. “Bitch, you better answer when I ask you something. It wasn’t a rhetorical question. Do you like that or not?”

“Y-yes, I do.”

“Do you want more?”

“More, please…”

I pressed the length of my dick flush against her pussy lips and started rubbing her slowly, teasingly. She opened her mouth in a cute