Virgin In Heat (The Beast's Forced Mating)

By

Bree Bellucci

SMASHWORDS EDITION

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PUBLISHED BY:

Bree Bellucci on Smashwords

Virgin In Heat
:
The Beast's
Forced Mating

Copyright © 2012 by Bree Bellucci

This book is a work of fiction and any
resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or
locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of
the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

Adult Reading Material

The material in this document contains
explicit sexual content that is intended for mature audiences only
and is inappropriate for readers under 18 years of age.

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Charlotte breathed in deeply as she set foot
out into the bright sunshine. The air was fresh and fragrant and
she shook her head in amusement as she heard her two small sisters
bickering inside the cabin. She set off away from the cabin towards
the lake. Her skirt swished in the high grass and she
absentmindedly pulled at her braided hair.

The lake was a vibrant blue and the surface
sparkled in the mid-day sunshine. Charlotte enjoyed her family’s
trips to the lake and she knew how fortunate they were to be able
to vacation in such a beautiful spot. The leaves on the trees past
the lake were swaying in the gentle breeze. Charlotte was always
drawn to the woods, and she could spend the day getting lost in the
bushes and shaded under groves.

“Charie!” came a high-pitched voice, and
Charlotte turned around to see her youngest sister, Abigail, come
barreling down the hill towards her.

“What are you doing, Charie?” she asked,
brushing her golden hair out of her face. Abigail had the same
bright green eyes as Charlotte, but where Charlotte’s hair was
auburn and dark, Abigail’s was light and blonde.

“I’m going to pick some flowers for us to
keep in the house.”

“Ohhh, can I help?”

“I thought Mama wanted you and Bessie to stay
inside and help her uncover the furniture and sweep?”

Abigail frowned at having been
discovered.

“I don’t want to,” she whined.

Charlotte kneeled down so she could look
directly at her little sister. Abigail was six years old and small
for her age.

“Abby, why don’t you want to help Mama and
Bessie?”

Abigail pouted. “Bessie is mean to me. She
always does this.” Abigail stuck out her tongue and made a
face.

Charlotte suppressed a giggle.

“You need to just ignore her.”

“But I don’t, Charie! I stick my tongue right
back at her! And Mama always sees me do it!”

“Well, that’s why you need to ignore her,”
Charlotte chided. Bessie was eleven years old and she was
definitely the feistiest of the three girls.

Abigail sighed. “Alright,” she conceded,
giving Charlotte a quick kiss before she turned around and began
running back up to the house. Charlotte watched as Abigail’s little
legs carried her back to the cabin, her pink skirt flapping from
the exertion.

Charlotte continued towards the lake thinking
of how much she loved her two sisters. At twenty years old,
Charlotte felt protective of both of them. She had remembered when
each one was born, and she had tirelessly helped her mother take
care of them. Charlotte’s father’s business took him away a lot,
and many times it was only Charlotte and her mother taking care of
the family. Charlotte often wondered if her mother had wished for a
son so he could have been the man of the house when her father was
away.

Charlotte reached the lake and in an
impromptu decision, she decided to take her shoes and socks off and
dip her feet in the water. She unlaced her boots and pulled off her
socks before sitting on a small patch

of sand. She slid her feet into the water and
smiled as the cool water washed over her toes.

She sat like that for a number of minutes,
until she began to feel guilty. There would be plenty of time for
rest and relaxation but now she needed to help her family open the
cabin house for the summer. She loved this first week at the lake
because it was usually the only uninterrupted time her father was
able to get away from work, not to mention that it was so lovely to
finally celebrate the summer after the cold, miserable winter
months.

What she didn’t like about the first week at
the lake was all the work that went into opening the house for the
season. The cleaning, sweeping and preparing was exhausting.
Knowing that she needed to get back to help her family, she put her
shoes and socks back on and began to walk the perimeter of the lake
to gather flowers.

She was lucky that her mother gave her such
an easy task for the afternoon. Charlotte knew her mother pitied
her. During the winter, a young man named Edward, who was both
handsome and successful, had pursued Charlotte. He and Charlotte
had a few chaperoned dates and there was a rumor that he would ask
for her hand by the spring.

Charlotte was smitten by Edward’s charming
personality. However, at the start of the spring there had been a
huge scandal with one of the other girls in town announcing that
she was pregnant with Edward’s child and he would not take
responsibility. Their families tried to cover up the scandal,
forcing the two to marry and then shipping them off to another
state to live with the girl’s aunt and uncle where no one would
know she'd gotten pregnant out of wedlock.

The news upset Charlotte deeply and she was
both hurt and horrified by Edward’s behavior. Charlotte’s father
had nearly wept with relief when he realized that his daughter had
been spared almost certain ruin by marrying such a man. Charlotte’s
mother on the other hand had understood how the news had devastated
Charlotte and she tried to comfort her the best she could.

Charlotte sighed as she thought of Edward and
his bride, living together in a faraway town, expecting their first
child together. While Charlotte did not want to marry a man who
would be unfaithful and promiscuous, she was still wistful of what
she thought they had shared during their short time together.

A sudden rustling in a nearby bush caught
Charlotte’s attention. Was it an animal? She stopped picking
flowers and moved towards the edge of the forest where she had
heard the sound.

The bushes rustled again.

“Hello?” she asked quietly. She knew there
could be no one else here, they were probably the only family for
miles. She turned back to look at the cabin and then saw a flash of
brown out of the corner of her eye. She whipped back around and
peered carefully into the forest. Whatever it was had gone back
into the woods. She looked back towards the wildflowers and knew
she should go back to what she was doing but she couldn’t help
being curious.

A low moan came from deeper in the woods and
it suddenly struck her that an animal might be hurt. She hurried
towards the sound and she felt the temperature change as she moved
into the shade. She was wearing short sleeves and she shivered
slightly. She walked quietly among the earth, not wanting to scare
or frighten the animal.

She heard the whimpering again and she
thought it almost sounded human, but she knew that was silly. She
crept silently towards the sound, being careful not to step on any
branches. A large bush came into view and Charlotte thought the
sound was coming from behind the large shrub.

Carefully, Charlotte peered around the bush
and saw a large, majestic wolf whimpering and licking at his leg.
Charlotte felt a surge of fear but was also drawn to the vulnerable
animal.

The wolf looked at her and Charlotte gasped
at its piercing gaze; it somehow seemed acutely intelligent.

“It’s okay,” Charlotte crooned, getting a
hold of herself. She knew she should be afraid, but she couldn’t
bring herself to walk away. She kneeled next to the wolf and gently
outstretched her hands.

“I won’t hurt you,” she promised and she
placed her hands on the wolf. She was shocked by how warm and soft
his fur was. She couldn’t help herself as she caressed the wolf,
letting his thick soft hair run across her fingers.

“You’re so soft,” she marveled quietly. The
wolf studied her and Charlotte tried to recall if she had ever read
anything about wolves and their level of intelligence.

“I’m going to check you,” she said softly and
she moved her hands along the wolf, trying to feel for any
abnormalities. The wolf licked at her hands and Charlotte yelped,
thinking it was going to bite her. She laughed nervously at herself
and continued to examine the wolf.

Without warning, the wolf stood up and began
to move away, somewhat hobbling.

“Wait!” Charlotte cried, “I haven’t finished
examining you. Let me help you.”

The wolf continued to move away from her.

“Please! Let me finish!” Charlotte called out
as she scrambled up to go after the wolf. The wolf moved deeper
into the woods but Charlotte thought nothing of it as she moved
after him. He disappeared behind a large cluster of trees and
Charlotte went to follow him.

Suddenly strong arms reached for her and
Charlotte screamed as a man pulled her tightly towards him. A gag
was shoved in her mouth and Charlotte’s voice was instantly
muffled. She fought and flailed at her kidnapper, but it was no use
and the man threw her over his shoulder as if she were nothing but
a rag doll.

The man began to sprint through the woods and
Charlotte tried to twist her head to see where they were going. She
kicked at the man’s waist and she beat her small fists against his
back. It seemed to make no difference and she began to tire
quickly. She continued to scream into her gag, her voice only a
stifled cry. Her heart pounded in her chest and she felt adrenaline
course through her veins. She was panting and she felt time seem to
slow down as she became sickeningly aware of each passing second.
She knew that no one would be able to help her.

“Please stop fighting,” the man urged, his
voice rich and gruff at the same time. There was a strange lilt to
his voice, but Charlotte couldn’t place it.

She began to cry as she continued to fight,
her mind screaming for the man to release her. She tried to pull on
the man’s hair but she stopped as soon as her fingers grasped his
locks. His hair was the same chocolate shade as the wolf’s fur and
it had the exact same quality and texture. Confused, Charlotte
tried to connect the wolf and the man together. The thought was
ridiculous and Charlotte wondered if she had hit her head when the
man had grabbed her.

She was pulled from her thoughts when she
realized the man was slowing down. He put Charlotte down and held
her tightly to him.

“Please don’t fight me. I cannot carry you
here. You need to walk.”

He pulled the gag out of Charlotte’s
mouth.

“Who are you? What do you want with me?” she
sobbed, her body shaking from fright and exertion.

“All will be explained,” the man said
calmly.

“Please! Let me go! I won’t tell anyone,”
Charlotte pleaded. The man shook his head sadly and Charlotte
studied him for the first time.

He was much taller than Charlotte, nearly a
foot taller than her five foot three frame. His skin was a warm
olive shade and he was shirtless, his chest broad and his abdominal
muscles clearly defined. Charlotte ogled him, never having seen a
man up close without his shirt before. She wanted to turn her head
in embarrassment, but her eyes greedily ran over the man. His arms
were muscular and his biceps bulged in a way that made Charlotte
forget about being kidnapped.

She studied his face and realized his eyes
were an intelligent deep brown. His hair was a matching chocolate
shade, and he had a clearly defined jaw line that made Edward seem
like a little boy in comparison. Charlotte tilted her head as she
realized the man resembled the wolf in more ways than one.

“You recognized me,” the man stated.

Charlotte shook her head, confused. “It can’t
be.”

“Why?”

“It’s not possible.”

“You have no idea what is possible.”

“I don’t care,” Charlotte said flatly,
turning her head away. She was curious but she was too upset to
think anymore.

“Please, let me go,” she pleaded.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

Charlotte waited a split second and then
dashed off in the opposite direction. The man caught her within
seconds.

“Don’t make this difficult,” he huffed,
hauling her back to the spot they had been moments before.