Alphas of Ireland

Waking up nearly naked in a forest with no memory of how I got there was bad enough. Then a pack of wolf shifters caught my scent. Five huge, fearsome brutes, naked like the wild beasts they are, throbbing with visceral need as they tear off what little I have on and push me down to my hands and knees to mount and rut me as their instincts demand. But as they ravage my virgin body one after the other, my shouts of protest turning to screams of climax long before they're finished, it doesn't take the feel of their seed dripping down my thighs to know what's happened. I've been bred. By my mates. For mature listeners.