The Twilight Circle

Olathe is a werewolf, and a damn pretty one, too (On the front cover :P). Her name actually means beautiful. But when she meets a stranger, her life begins to stir up. Things are turned upside down! In this crazy life of hers, four men are each fighting for the right to claim her as their own. Some girls would dream of this; but circumstances are not on Olathe's side.
~The first compelling novel in the Grey Wolves series~

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14. Kidnapped

"Well, well, well. What have we here?"

This familiar voice makes my blood run cold.

"Taylor..." I murmur. My voice is barely louder than a whisper.

"I patched up your arm for you." He whispers, matter-of-factly. I roll on my back to get a better look at him. He's kneeling beside me. "But... I'll need some sort of... Repayment." He leans down close to me, his face hovering just about an inch over mine.

"What kind of payment?" I ask. I can feel his warm breath against my cheeks. It's more than unsettleing.

 

"Be mine, tonight..." He whispers softly, nibbling on my ear lobe. My stomach churns in disgust and I have to stop myself from gagging.

"What?" I ask, swallowing a bile that's rising in my throat.

He lifts his face, looks me dead and the eye, and says, "Do it or die." My breath catches in my throat, and tears threaten to fall from my eyes, but slowly I nod. Taylor grins wickedly, his face lighting up. "Oh, beautiful Olathe, you need to mean it. Tell me you love me."

 

I feel sick. Taylor is obsessed. I gulp. "I love you, Taylor. I want to be yours tonight." I have to choke out each and every word, but my voice is surprisingly clear.

"Good girl..." He murmurs, his finger caressing my cheek. I shiver as his finger trails down my neck, and strokes the top of my breast. I'm biting my tongue so hard I can taste metallic blood in my mouth.

Then Taylor kisses me, but I refuse to open my mouth. I stay stiff. But he pinches me, hard, forcing me to gasp, and his tongue finds it's entry point.

 

I force myself to stay calm, force myself to be limp and still. But already my heart is quickening with the rising fear of tonight. God, I pray silently, Please help me.

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