Alphas of the Rocky Mountains

He's not just going to mark me. He's going to breed me. I'm completely bare and shamefully on display, fully aware that in a few short moments I'll be writhing and screaming as one brutal climax after another ravages my helplessly bound body. Because the alpha wolf who has claimed and marked me is coming to breed me again. And no matter how desperately I strain against my bonds, he's going to take what's his.

He marked me. Then he bred me. When this alpha shifter warlord caught my scent, he didn't just take me as his mate. He pinned me to the wall, tore off my clothes, spanked my ass, and then made me come so hard I screamed. Now, bare and blindfolded as he throws me to the bed and mounts me roughly...

He didn't bother taming me. He just bred me. Pinned to the wall, his breath hot on my bare skin, I can tell this fearsome alpha wolf is about to lose control, tear off what's left of my clothing, and claim me as his mate right here and now. It doesn't matter how hard I fight. I'll still come all...