His Captive Mate by Samantha Madisen

when I have to do it.” Hawk looked at the doctor, then back at Daz and nodded. “Oh, she won’t be able to herself, there’s far too much shame attached to it. You’ll have to help her,” the doctor added, by way of explanation.
    Shocks of fear laced with a confusing eagerness shot through Daz at the suggestion. The doctor had just told the man she’d been captured by in the forest to help her touch herself. Everything in her mind told her she should be running, she should be screaming, or at the very least admonishing these men for what they were doing to her. But everything in her body was begging for Hawk to reach out his hand to hers and place them both on the soft, pink folds of skin between her thighs. Her body’s wish was granted.
    Hawk reacted to the doctor’s suggestion without any hesitation. He picked up Daz’s hand. She gasped, causing him to look up.
    “Remember,” he said softly, “trust me.”
    She looked down as he moved their hands toward her softness. She felt his breath on her neck as he put his fingers on hers. Her mouth opened in anticipation of that first, soft touch of her own skin. When it came, a pleasure she’d never felt coursed through her, a gentle hum flowing from the tips of her fingers, through that softest flesh and into the rest of her body. Hawk let go of her hand but she kept it there, reveling in the sensation. After some time, she couldn’t help but move her fingers slightly. That feeling was even better, disrupting the quiet hum into soft waves of pleasure.
    A moan escaped her lips as she explored herself in front of the two men. She knew she should stop, that she shouldn’t be doing this, that she should be ashamed of being watched in this way, but the pleasure her body felt was just too good for Daz to listen to her mind. Pushing the annoying voice out of her thoughts, she stared at the soft folds intently as they moved and let her fingers find the spot that felt the best.
    When they did, it was as if every joy she had ever felt had been condensed into one quiet moment of absolute bliss. She ran another circle around the gentle nub she’d found atop her soft opening and the same feeling returned, only stronger. After making another circle around it, she knew she wasn’t going to be able to stop until she found much more of this pleasure. Her hips began to move, back and forth with the rhythm of her hand. Her fingers picked up speed.
    Wave after wave of soft, electric heat coursed through her and she closed her eyes, trying to put her mind closer to the source of it inside her body. Her memory of the fear at the doctor’s words flashed through her mind. She’ll breed excellent offspring . Daz flooded it with a wave of pleasure by quickening the pace of her fingers even more. Now the quiet hum inside her was more of a roar. She could hear it in her ears and feel it in her feet as it began to take over every inch of her body. Now the pleasure that was coming from between her legs began to radiate back to the tips of her fingers and deep into her center. She felt muscles that she’d never felt before begin to squeeze. A certain wetness began to seep from her but she didn’t care. She didn’t care that the men were watching. She didn’t care that she was being so shameful and touching herself. She only cared about one thing: finding more of this feeling inside her.
    Her rocking on the table grew more furious. Back and forth her hips swayed as she chased the sensation through her body. She opened her eyes to see the two men studying her intently; that same bulge she’d seen before had grown at Hawk’s center. An ache began at the sight of it. She wanted to find out what it was. What was it that grew so much on a man? The question left just as quickly as it had come, caught in the whirl of sensations racing through her body. She looked down at herself. The wetness she’d felt before, she could now see. It was dripping out of her, onto the examination table. She