Possessed By The Wolf (Werewolf's Harem Book 3)

Possessed By The Wolf

By Vivian Wood

Copyright 2014

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She bit her lip to keep back a groan of pleasure at the feel him against her inner thighs. Was her skin always this sensitive, her whole body so flushed with warmth?

Walker slowly leaned down to cover her body with his, shoulders and biceps flexing under his shirt as he propped himself on his elbows to spare her his weight. The breath whooshed out of Ella’s body when he pressed his erection fully against her belly.

“Wait,” she whispered, hands fluttering to his shoulders.

“No,” Walker said, lips already seeking hers.
 

Ella gasped against his mouth, squeezing her eyes closed. There was a reason they shouldn’t be doing this, and she needed to remember that.

“You don’t even want me,” she mumbled, the words falling against his lips.

Walker froze. His deadly certainty, his dominance, his controlling persistence were all stripped away for a moment.
 

In the very next beat, he grasped her hand and dragged it down between them. He curled her fingers around his cock, thrusting into her hand.

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Werewolf’s Harem Series

Owned By The Alpha (Book One)

Taken By The Pack (Book Two)

Possessed By The Wolf (Book Three)

Saved By The Alpha (Book Four)

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One

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Walker cursed, abruptly disconnecting the call on his smartphone. He dropped the phone onto the hood of his Range Rover, seething. No way was Lucas getting away with this. As the COO of a Fortune 500 tech company, Walker Black didn’t need anything else on his plate right now. Especially not some damsel in distress.

His phone buzzed, indicating that he has a new text. Walker gave his phone the blackest scowl he could manage, which could probably peel the paint off a barn. So few people had his personal number that Walker was certain that the text must be from Lucas. He picked it up with a groan.

You have no choice,
read the text.
There’s no one else available, and the female is definitely in trouble.

“FUCK!!” Walker shouted, slamming his hands against the hood several times. He released a wordless bellow, his rage rocking the entire SUV.

Out of the corner of his eye, Walker saw a flash of pink. Turning his head, he saw a startled-looking woman in her fifties, a posh peroxide blonde dressed in a pink track suit. She was coming out of the Forum Athletic Club, Atlanta’s swankiest gym, just trying to get into the sleek white Mercedes CLS parked next to Walker’s car.
 

She blanched when he made eye contact, car keys shaking in her hand, and for a moment Walker imagined what she was seeing. At over six and a half feet tall, Walker’s frame was densely packed with muscle from head to toe. Twin swirls of black adorned his arms from wrist to shoulder, the traditional Polynesian tribal tattoos putting barbed-wire biceps everywhere to shame. His dark mahogany hair had just been buzzed, and fury brightened his sable eyes to a molten glow. His wolf was very close to the surface right now, and his anger pulled away his usual calm façade.
 

Walker doused his emotions, his action immediate and effortless. Giving the woman a grin and a shrug, he gave an exaggerated sigh. His time working for a certain government agency had taught him how to completely detach from his emotions, instantaneously. The Company hadn’t exactly been a joy ride, but some of that training was handier than hell.

“Friggin’ stock market, right?” he asked, affecting a silly, flirtatious tone. The lie came easily, as they always did these days.

The woman’s relief was obvious. She actually winked at him before sliding into her car. Walker rolled his eyes, shaking his head.

Sometimes being good-looking really had its perks. With a broad brow, a chiseled jawline, a strong nose, and pronounced cheek bones, Walker wasn’t getting a lot of complaints in the looks department. Women fawned over his physique, some even exclaiming over the long, dark lashes that made him seem brooding.

Good thing I’m antisocial and a bit of an asshole
, he thought.
Otherwise I might actually get laid on the regular.
 

He scrunched up his face, wondering exactly how long it had been since his last “date” with one of the brainless model-types he preferred to bed. Shit, if he had to think about it, it’d been too long. He should call that… Cam? Candy? Damn, what the hell had that girl’s name been again?

His logic repeated itself. If he couldn’t remember, it was past time to move on. No wonder he was so damned terrible with females.

Picking up his phone, Walker shot off a quick reply to Lucas.

I’ll have to push back the deadline on my acquisition project. We’ll lose millions
, he texted.

A few seconds later, his phone buzzed again.

And we care because…?
Lucas answered. Then:

Ben has all the details about the female. Get with him ASAP.

Walker shook his head and hopped into his car, heading for his Buckhead apartment. For a billionaire, Lucas sure didn’t respect the almighty dollar. Seeing as Lucas, Ben, and Walker all had more money than they could ever spend in several lifetimes, Walker was inclined to agree just now. Hell, maybe this would turn into a vacation of sorts.

“Call Ben,” he told his car’s computer. His Luna Corp. co-owner picked up on the first ring.

“Jackson,” Ben said. No greeting, no preamble. Just a location.

“Mississippi?” Walker asked, surprised.

“Yep. Head for the Dekalb-Peachtree airport. I’ve got a chopper chartered for you, waiting.”

Impressed, Walker decided to skip the stop at his apartment. He’d just showered and changed into a fresh t-shirt and jeans, and he had a go-bag in his trunk with weapons and other necessities.
 

“I need a little more info, Ben. Lucas basically just told me I’m saving some shifter female that you found…” he trailed off, not knowing the details.

“I found her for sale on the Silk Road,” Ben said.

“You’re going to give me more than that.”

“I found several message board posts that mention her, and then tracked the whispers to the sale source. A black market site on the deep web, somewhere you have to access through serious back channels. The story seems to be that a couple of rednecks trapped her in her wolf form, and they were trying to sell her to an animal collector. She must have shifted at some point, because they figured out what she is and now she’s up for sale as something a lot worse than an exotic pet.”

Walker was quiet for a moment, absorbing it all. His wolf stirred, and anger threatened to rise again, but he shut it down. Emotions weren’t going to help anybody right now.

“I need some satellite recon, and I won’t be able to pull it with my current resources,” Walker finally replied.

Ben let out a breath, and Walker frowned. Had the other male really thought he would refuse to help? Nevermind the fact that he’d repeatedly told Lucas that he wouldn’t do a rescue operation for some shifter dumb enough to get herself trapped by humans. Walker might have a big mouth, but he wasn’t entirely without compassion. Usually.

“The site is an old dog-fighting ring. She must have come at them hard a few times, and they realized they needed a serious cage. I’ve pulled some images and heat signature patterns from the property. It looks like we’ve got at least five men in the building where they’re holding the auction. In less than five hours, bidders will start to arrive and there will be at least eight more people. Probably at least fifteen men. Not a lot of weaponry coming and going, from what I can tell,” Ben said. His tone was distracted, as if he were reviewing the images as they spoke.

“How long is the trip out?”
 

“Three and a half hours, maybe a little less.”

“Cutting it pretty close. I’ll be in the air in fifteen minutes. Can you have a car waiting? Weapons too, if possible.”

“Not a problem.”

“All right. I’ll hit you when I land,” Walker said.
 

True to his word, Walker lifted off in the helicopter in just over ten minutes. He closed his eyes, slipping into a restful state too light to be described as sleep. It allowed him to contemplate his plan and recharge his post-gym brain, the familiar sound of whirring chopper blades relaxing him for the flight.

Less than three hours later, Walker found himself deep in the Mississippi woods. The chopper had dropped him in a field thirty miles north of Jackson, just a few minutes from the address Ben had listed as the auction warehouse. Walker had found a silver sedan waiting for him, and he’d checked in with Ben on the way over to the warehouse.

“Don’t bother making up a back story,” Ben counseled. “I don’t have time to create an identity for you, so I used your actual credentials. You’re a shifter, you have money, and you’re single. No one has more reason to be at this auction than you.”

“Are they going to just let me walk into this place?” Walker asked.

“I had one of the Luna Corp secretaries pose as your personal assistant. She called and got you a seat at the auction.”

Walker gave a mirthless chuckle.

“You find this funny? It’s all a business transaction to these guys.”

“You mean, as if this wasn’t an illegal, black-market human trafficking auction?”

“Yep,” Ben answered, unfazed. “I’m going to warn you, these guys aren’t much for shifters. They think we’re sub-human.”

“Not a problem. I’m planning on shutting down their little marketplace, not making friends.”

“Walker…” Ben started, then paused.

“Spit it out,” Walker said.

“It would probably be better if you didn’t stir the pot. If you hurt one of these guys, the whole bunch of them is probably going to come after us. They’ve got some connections, humans I’d rather not cross if we can help it.”

“Like who? Who’s stupid enough to back a bunch of redneck assholes that are running a slave trade?”

“A couple of the top-tier morons running this place are hooked up with some crazy anti-paranormal group. The Legion, they’re called. Religious nuts doing crazy science experiments, trying to ‘cure’ shifters and vamps. Pretty terrible stuff, I’m afraid.”

“The Legion,” Walker repeated. “Sounds familiar, but I can’t place it.”

“It’s the same group that’s been giving the Louisiana shifter pack so much trouble.”

“That’s right. Their pack alpha sent out a mass email looking for help. What’s his name?”

“Shaw, I think. My point is, if one of these guys identifies you, it could be big trouble for us. Not just the company, and not just you and me and Lucas. There are females here to consider now.”

Walker snorted.

“Since when have you cared about females? You’re still hung up on that brunette that dumped you over Christmas.”

Ben hesitated, and Walker sensed that there was something going on with the other male. Even if Walker was the kind of guy to talk feelings, now definitely wasn’t the time.

“Right. It’s none of my business. We’re getting sidetracked. What else do I need know?” Walker asked.

“Just be careful, and make sure you check out the trunk of the rental car before you wade in.”

“Gotcha. Will I have the chopper when I’m done?”

“The pilot is staying put. He can extract you and take you as far as the closest private airport. I figure if this female is all shaken up, the last thing she needs is hours in a helicopter. It’s rough on the nerves.”

“Right. Have a flight waiting for us, if you can.”

“Got it.”

Walker caught the sound of a woman’s voice in the background of Ben’s call.

“Are you with Aurelia?” Walker asked, his tone growing sharp.

“Uh… good luck!” Ben said, disconnecting the call.

“What in the fuck?” Walker asked, looking at his phone. His bad feeling about Ben’s lady problems doubled, but Walker stuffed it down. He needed to focus.

Shaking his head, he dropped the phone and the keys onto the passenger seat. Looking at his watch, he took a deep breath. He had a little time before he was due at the auction, and he planned to do a little reconnaissance.