Enslaved by the Alpha: Part One (Shifters of Nunavut Book 1) by Viola Rivard Page A

an orgasm—not every time, but often enough—Astrid had seen stars. She would fall asleep in Neil’s arms and dream about the amazing future that awaited them.
    When they first decided to start a family, sex suddenly became fresh and exciting again. It no longer felt like something they were supposed to do, but rather, something with renewed purpose.
    As weeks of trying turned into months of trying, sex became more structured. There were specific days they had to do it, then specific times, and then specific positions. And as the months stretched into a year, they’d both forgotten that sex could even be enjoyable. She stopped seeing stars and falling asleep in his arms, and would instead lay with her back to his, staring at the wall.
    After that, sex became a way for them to express the anger and resentment they held in during the day. Then, it became dispassionate. And then, it had ended.
    Astrid had thought she’d had every kind of sex, until now.
    Erik had not kissed or fondled her, he had not asked her “do you like that?” or “how does that feel?” Even when it was obvious that he was hurting her, he hadn’t stopped. If anything, he had been rougher. Her neck was bleeding, her back was scratched, and she wasn’t sure if she would ever walk the same again.
    He had hurt her.
    And she had loved it.
    Astrid conjured up memories of her failed relationship, mostly in an effort to distract herself. She didn’t want to examine why being savaged by a near-stranger had been one of the most thrilling experiences of her life.
    You want me to tear your clothes off, push your legs apart, and force myself inside of you.
    Yes.
    From the moment he’d thrown her up against the wall, she had wanted all of that. And by the time she’d been on her knees, feeling him rub his erection against her clitoris, she had needed it.
    You want me to bite you, scratch you, and take you like the animal we both know that I am.
    No.
    She had not known that she wanted any of that. How could she have? She had only ever been with a human man, had only ever had human sex. She hadn’t known how exhilarating it was to be with someone that looked like a man, but possessed all the carnality and unpredictability of a feral wolf.
    You want me to hurt you so that you can tell yourself that you are a victim .
    She should have felt victimized. He hadn’t asked her. He’d taken everything, and with no regard for how she felt. Yet aside from her bitten neck, which still throbbed with pain, she had no misgivings about what had happened in that darkened tunnel. Even when it had hurt, she had been with him every step of the way.
    Since when had she been so fucked up?
    A heavy fur pelt fell on top of her, wresting Astrid from her thoughts. She looked up in vain; it was too dark to see. Then, she felt something move beside her. Erik tossed the fur over himself, and his large body moved to press against hers.
    Astrid stiffened, unsure what to make of him. She’d expected him to leave her, not stay to cuddle and spoon.
    She broke the silence. “What are you doing?”
    His hand moved under her shirt. Rough fingers grazed her belly as they made their way upwards to grasp her breast. He gave it a hard squeeze and let out an appreciative growl. Then, his hips flexed against her rear, jabbing her with his stiff erection.
    Her eyes bulged. “You can’t possibly want to…go again?”
    She hissed as Erik nipped her neck, his canines pushing against the bite mark. “I am not a human male.”
    No kidding .
    She brought her hand up to push his head back. “Well, I am a human female, and you just—” wrecked me “—really tired me out. Never mind the fact that I was already exhaust—”
    He nipped her again, harder this time. A fresh trickle of blood began to roll down her neck and she felt herself grow excited in the second before he licked it up.
    What the hell was wrong with her?
    She didn’t protest as he rolled her onto her belly. She didn’t say