On all fours, my nightgown hoisted over my rear end, I sensed the Alpha approach his prize...
I think many highborn ladies would begrudge my lot in life. Sure, my thick figure didn't turn many heads at court. It's also true that my father sold my virginity to the worst scoundrel around in exchange for better trade contracts. Finally, yes, on the way to my horrific marriage my stagecoach was ambushed by bandits and I was taken hostage.
But then I met Wynn. My protector. My savior. A werewolf leading his Pack of the Linneigh Clan, he struck like a force of nature. He freed my body, and he freed my soul. Then he offered to mate me and bring me into the pack. I cannot tell you the things that happened on that dark night in the forest, save to say I would rather die than give them up!
Over 57 minutes of a posh BBW being taken for one hell of a ride by some shapeshifting Scots in Victorian England. She is ridden hard and put away wet, spitroasted next to a campfire by the Alpha and his packmate!