"Erina's family sells her to a pack of wolves, she knows she's there for their pleasure to be used and then killed, at least that's their intention.
But what they don't know is that Erina isn't willing to accept that fate. She's determined to do whatever is needed to stay alive. The pack thinks they can just use her and throw her away, but when she's done with them they won't be able to survive without just another moment with her.
Because Erina doesn't want to be their broken doll, she just needs to be their perfect one.
Unfortunately for her, the pack isn't going to make life that easy for her. She's underestimated just what they could want from her and she's about to be pushed to her very limits and beyond for her mistake.
Her bid for survival is about to begin."

Their Broken Doll

　　She quivered with each brush of my lips. Her scent overwhelmed me. I could tell why the others were falling for her. And now? Now it was my turn. "Wider," I demanded, nipping at her thigh, sucking on the skin there. I'd leave a temporary mark for now. But after she was ripe and ready, I'd leave the mark that would claim her as mine. Even if I did have to share.


　　Her fingers wound into my hair, tugging at my braids, soft little whimpers pulled from her. Nicholas watched from the side eyes narrowed on me. How far would he let me go? I wouldn't get to do what I really wanted with her. Pairing up was my usual form of expression. When one of the others tortured a woman and I could bring that sweet hit of satisfaction to her. Make her forget everything that existed around her but what I was doing to her.


　　Trailing my fingers upward, I grazed her swollen clit. She gasped. A soft sweet sound spilling from her lips. "Please," she whispered.


Chapter 18