Page 13 of Ravish
She shivered because sparks had followed his finger as it traced her skin.
“Sir, you should hear this.”
The room erupted again when the maid told them what the pack had planned, and their guest begrudgingly confirmed what she was saying.
Both were ushered out and imprisoned when the line of questioning had come to an end.
Roland then ordered his men to begin to gather every available person to protect the village and send word to the other Lycan clans around the area of what was happening and to get their help. He then ordered some of his men to protect the house at the protest of the King, who voiced that he wanted to be out there helping to protect the women.
While this was happening, Shea, Emiyah, and Fantasy were silently communicating to each other when the men were preoccupied with interrogating the maid and the spy and began to move slowly toward different exits in the room. They needed to get out of here now.
“What do you think you are doing?” Roland turned to them, and the men that were in a circle discussing strategy began to watch them as well.
“Well.”
“We.”
“Ah, shit!”
Shea had run out of time; heat ran up and down her spine, and her vulva pulsed painfully, letting out a strong scent and spurt of wetness that coated her thighs.
Hers triggered Emiyah, and she saw her best friends’ eyes widen in dismay as she clutched her belly and dropped to her knees, both staring at each other in surprise.
The heat began to consume her, and she began to squirm and pressed her hand between her legs to try and assuage the rising need to get on all fours and let the men in the room rut her.
She heard rumbling growls and saw Mack and Roland facing them, their canines dropping and their eyes going amber.
Oh no, fated mates.
She heard Fantasy scream. “Run.”
And she bent and snatched Emiyah off the floor, running out of the door and quickly down the hall. She knew that running now would make them more excited and give chase, but they had no choice now. She veered down a narrow corridor toward the servant’s area and knew that there was an exit that they could get through and hopefully would buy them some time to get outside and to her place.
Shea could hear crashing going on in the room and, from Fantasy’s loud squeak of outrage, knew that Fantasy had tried to block the men in some way, but from the sounds of her cursing, that it hadn’t worked, and they were on their way.
“We need to shift now. We can move faster this way. I know it will make it even worse for us, but I see no other way.”
Emiyah nodded, and they were now running the rest of the way in wolf form, fighting their natural instincts to stay and be mated.
She flew into the kitchen, and the staff let out surprised gasps, and they ran around the island as they heard the heavy footfalls of Roland and Mack.
Shea turned her head and saw them; she quickly bolted through the small door that was made for the servants if they had the urge to go for a run and didn’t want to go to the front of the house to do it.
Her wolf let out a howl of fear as she felt air pass over her back leg as Roland tried to grab her; she made it through and turned to see him eyeing her through the small door. A predatory smile spread his lips and showed his teeth to her, his now gold-colored gaze holding so much promise of what he wanted to do to her.
“Where do you think you are going with my pussy?” He tilted his head, curious now, his gold eyes hypnotizing. His voice sounded deep and guttural, and the traitorous part of her responded, her inner walls thickening, pulsing, and stretching, getting ready to accommodate his massively hard dick that was going to take her to places she’d never been in all her adult years.
Her head lowered to the ground, rubbing against the earth, and she slid closer to the opening for the kitchen but then felt a sharp nip to her rump and saw Emiyah looking at her and panting hard. She had almost gone back to him.
She turned and ran hard and fast along with Emiyah, knowing that time was running out for them.
Chapter 7
Roland
“Where do they think they are going?” For the first time since he had known Mack, his best friend and first in command, looked and sounded amused.
He rose up from off the floor and turned and faced his friend, whose eyes now matched his own, gold signifying that they had in fact met their fated mates.
