Submitting to the Pack (My Billionaire Werewolf Master 2, Paranormal BDSM Menage Erotica‪)‬

Trapped in the interview room cum dungeon with Oliver Dyne (billionaire, CEO, werewolf) for company, a shocked Amelia Phillips seizes the chance to escape when the werewolf traps himself between the bars of the cage. But when the board of directors arrive like men possessed by her beauty, Amelia is about to learn how unstoppable the pack's lust can be![WARNING: This 6000 word paranormal erotic experience contains explicit scenes, graphic language, paranormal sex, transformations, shifters, werewolves, menage action, oral sex, anal sex, double penetration, bdsm and much more! Adults only.]Excerpt:Chance has graced my presence for a second; I seize it with both hands and bite onto it just in case it disappears forever.With Oliver trapped half-and-half between the cage bars, I wrestle open the cage door and step onto the cold floor tiles. The exit's just a few steps away. His agonizing howls of tortured protest sound gratifyingly farther away with every step I make towards the room door.Like chance, I squeeze the doorknob with my hand so tightly my knuckles turn white, turning it with such force that if it was locked I'd probably would have broken my wrist.It turns (thank god) and the door clicks open.I pull it and catch a glimpse of the corridor beyond this room.I have to get help! The police, hell, the army! A f**king werewolf just tried to attack me!The long well-lit hallway fills me with hope as my legs propel me forward out of danger... and into several burly men covered in slick business suits."Help! Werewolf! Inside!" I scream. I can no longer talk in coherent sentences.They look at me as if I am some sort of mad woman. Well, it's understandable considering I'm naked and look like hell.Oh right, I'm naked.Hot crimson rushes to my cheeks as I cringe and make an anemic effort to cover myself with my arms. Shit, I just nearly escaped death and the first thing I'm concerned about is how I look? Way to go on your priorities there, Amelia.The man in front of all the others looks slightly behind at the near-clone of himself. Come to think of it, they all look the same with their immaculate business suits and blue ties."Grab her."