Disgust rose in her throat, threatening to leave her retching in the dirt. The uproarious approval did nothing to change the fact that he was once again mocking her. Using her weakness as if it was everything he wanted, he forced her face down, vulnerable to his touch and whatever other tortures he felt inclined to bestow. The girl now called Varga clenched her eyes shut when he pressed his throbbing length into her body and her entire form tensed when his hands on her spine only served to pull her into him.<br/><br/>He called her eager and the look she shot back at him was one of absolutely hatred. There was nothing eager about her. What was there was defeat and the soul crushing knowledge that she could do nothing. Nothing except whatever he wanted. His laughter rumbled through her, sending a shiver down the same line his hand had traced. And when he forced his fingers between her thighs, slipping them through her folds, her hips bucked in an attempt to get away from his greedy hands. Bile filled her mouth and while his laughed from deep within their bellies at her expense, she pushed back the constant urge to retch.<br/><br/>Shame, he’d lavished her in it and then blamed her for their laughter. She was letting him. The embarrassment and feelings of being mortified of her actions were hardly eclipsed by the fact that he’d never let her do otherwise. She was trapped and without her pack at her back, she was weak and defenseless. Pressing her forehead to the ground, eyes pressed shut tightly, the wolf within the woman coiled under the surface. They both wanted revenge. They both wanted to rip each man to pieces, one by one. Yet, they both knew it would not come to pass. If she was braver, she would have coaxed him into killing her. Courage was far from her reach now.<br/><br/>In the next moment he lifted her off her hands and knees, his shoulder making contact with her gut with enough force to leave her momentarily breathless. His had on her ass cheek had her squirming in his grip, red hair spilling down his back as he carried her off. Even as those around them set to readying themselves for travel, there were still dozens of gazes focused on her. Some more hungry than others and none with a lick of sympathy within them.<br/><br/>Horse flesh met the I sides of her thighs as she was set atop a massive beast more than capable of carrying its master and his new prize. Wolves didn't have need for the creatures and vice versa. In fact, she’d never ridden a horse in her entire short life and wasn’t too pleased about the prospect now. Especially when the tall man mounted the beast behind her.