"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

　　I took my time with her. I didn't know when the guard would return, but it wouldn't hurt for them to get a display at what kind of mate I had. They'd be able to smell her juiciness, but unable to ever touch her. Besides those wolves, no one else would ever get to touch her again. "Wider," I whispered and she obeyed.


　　She slid her knee over mine, legs spread just for me. I couldn't wait to lap at her, to have her wetness dribble down my chin. But first, if I wanted to get as much out of her as I could, I needed to drive her crazy. By the time I got her where I wanted her, I'd be fucking her against the bars and she wouldn't care if we had an entire audience.


　　I hooked my finger, sliding it into her wetness before circling her clit again. She moaned at the touch, arching her ass into me. Her eyes fluttered. Nothing else existed for her but me and my sweet touch.


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