Sex is a battle, love is a war.

A brutal war to fight, especially if the prize you're after is the affections of pack Alpha. And now, watching Alpha leave his den is one of the hardest things I've ever done.

The three beta wolves that followed Alpha's lead are finally here. And from how they're looking at me, I think they're hungry for more. They enter with their ginger feet, one after another. For each new beta that appears before me in Alpha's den, my hopes of not being brutally torn apart by the pack go down another notch.

My expectations sink even further when two more wolves come in after the initial three, bringing the total count to five whopping wolves. Shit. From the looks on their faces, I'm seriously unsure whether this will end well.

I'm still strapped to the rack, collar and all. Being bent over in such a teasing position in front of five wolves I barely know is embarrassing. I blush watching their gaze move from my face towards my exposed ass. The nipple clamps on me give a continuous gentle pressure this whole time, taking my mind off that uncomfortable butt plug in my ass. But it still doesn't help that I'm fully exposed to the desires of the pack before me.

"Well, are you going to leave me hanging all day?" I nudge them further.

It's impossible to drive all of them away, they'll just stay and watch, knowing that I can't physically go over and chase them away. And then there's the question of who's going to help me get out of the straps that bind me to this delightfully demeaning rack.

One of the more confident betas is first to make his approach. He gets so close I can feel his breath on my face. He breathes in deeply, taking in my feminine, human scent that's temporarily mixed with the manly musk of Alpha's. We all know he's claimed me first and has left sloppy seconds for the rest of them. But even sloppy seconds will turn into sloppy thirds, fourths and fifths if the rest of the pack doesn't step up soon.

I feel him run his claws down the contours of my body before settling on groping my butt cheeks, digging his claws deep into my flesh. For all the pain he's giving me I can't decide whether to wince, or moan, or both. Sure it hurts, but in the context of it all, the feel-good hormones he's sending to my brain more than compensates for whatever pain he's giving me.