Taken by the Beast by Natasha Knight

breed his spawn, replenish his line. Probably had you believing he was in love with you. He’s quite the Romeo, I’m guessing.”
    She looked at Elijah, who was watching her intently.
    Her heart sank and betrayal laced her eyes with tears.
    “It’s not like he tells it,” Elijah said after what seemed like an eternity of a silence thick enough to smother her.
    “You carry the gene, Kayla. The wolf gene. With you, Elijah would be able to remake his clan.”
    The room was spinning; this was too much.
    “I did wish I could breed the two of you myself. Bet that’s something to see,” Phillip said, an evil smirk accompanying the gaze that swept over Elijah’s shirtless body.
    “I’m going to kill you slowly, Phillip,” Elijah said quietly.
    “What do you mean?” Kayla asked Phillip, knowing exactly what he meant.
    “I’m thinking a bouncing baby wolf. What do you think?” he asked, taking her hands in his as if they were girlfriends swapping stories.
    “Get off me,” she said. “I’m not pregnant, it’s not possible and…and…”
    “Well, why don’t you let me see and I’ll tell you what, if you behave, I’ll give you two five minutes together before we take the dog outside and put him down for good.”
    Elijah pulled violently at his restraints again, but there wasn’t any give.
    “Be good, Elijah. I promise I’ll bring her right back.”
    “Get off me!” Kayla screamed as Phillip stood and two uniformed men hauled her to her feet and carried her off between him.
     
    * * *
     
    Kayla fought them with all she had. Her mind was spinning, but getting the hell out of here was first priority. If she were dead, none of it would matter. If Elijah were dead…no, she couldn’t think about that now. Not yet. They led her through a hallway and she wondered if they were underground, as there weren’t any windows along any walls. The men lifted her off her feet easily enough and carried her deeper below ground until Phillip opened the door of what looked to be a science lab.
    “Lay her on the table and strap her down.”
    Kayla kicked and screamed, but the worst damage was done when she bit into the hand of one of the men.
    “Fuck!” He pulled his hand away and raised it as if he was going to slap her.
    “Derek!” Phillip’s voice came from across the room and Derek dropped his hand. “She’s necessary.”
    Phillip was buttoning a white lab coat over his clothes.
    The table was cold at her back. It was set up as any examining table at a gynecologist’s office, but this one didn’t have the comfort of any cushioning between her and the steel. Her wrists were clicked into the cuffs along the sides of the table and her legs spread wide, knees bent and ankles bound to the stirrups. They then pulled two leather straps across her torso, one over her pelvis, the other just above her breasts. All she could do was close her knees, knowing it didn’t hide anything between her legs.
    Well, at least she was still clothed—even if it was just her tank top and panties.
    “You can wait there, gentlemen,” Phillip said, pointing at the top of the table. He retrieved a pair of scissors from the table behind him and turned to her. “I’m going to cut your clothes off now, Kayla. Spread your knees wide.”
    “Why are you doing this?” she asked, without complying.
    “I can’t examine you with your clothes on, obviously. Knees.”
    “No.”
    “If you prefer, Derek and Joseph can hold them spread through the examination. What would you rather?”
    When she didn’t answer, he nodded to the men who walked over.
    Kayla spread her knees wide. She didn’t want them anywhere near her and definitely not touching her.
    “Good girl,” Phillip said.
    Phillip drew the scissors flat against her leg and up toward her panties. She watched as his eyes came to rest on her crotch, the strip of lace not leaving much to the imagination. The cool metal slipped underneath the lace. She listened to the sound of the blades