“But what do you want me to do?” Blade asked, still grinning. Bastard. He wanted to make me say it. I was going to die of embarrassment before this was over.
Chastity has always lived a boring life in a middle of nowhere town just off the highway. That is, until Michael O'Connor, alias Blade, hitman for the Infernal Grizzlies MC roars into town and takes out a target, leaving Chastity the only witness.
Now, she's caught in a spider's web of lust and deceit between Blade, the brutal biker with a tortured past, and Officer McGinn, a handsome and ambitious state trooper who'll stop at nothing to see Blade behind bars.
Hold and tight and get ready for the erotic ride of your life because when you ride with the IGs, the nights are even more dangerous than the days...
Blade nodded to the parking lot outside. There was another biker leaning against a bike and reading a porno magazine which I recognized as one we carried—as one I peeked at occasionally when no one was around and when I was bored.
It was only then that I understood what was about to happen. That was a marked man. Blade was going to kill that man.
“Wait at least two minutes before you call the cops, all right, darling?” he said, his voice husky. I nodded dumbly. He winked at me and in a quick, swift motion, sliced through two of the buttons on my blouse, letting my breasts tumble out, revealing my flesh to him. I blushed and tried as best I could to cover my cleavage.
“That’s a good look for you,” he growled. “You should thank me. You’ll sell more crap if you come to work dressed like that.”
And with that, he walked out of my store, taking the cigarettes and the bear and leaving the snacks. I watched as he approached the other biker.
This man was blonde, heavily tattooed, wearing a denim vest. He was skinny and almost looked like he might be sickly. He had a wispy blonde goatee and moustache that sickened me for some reason, though I couldn’t explain why…
Suddenly, I knew that this man had to die. I couldn’t explain it at the time but I knew that Blade was right in killing this man, that there would be justice here, somewhere. I didn’t understand it, but I wanted this man to die and I wanted Blade to do it.
But the Wolf demands as payment for his services eighteen-year-old Rosalin! Suddenly, the girl finds herself betrothed to the brutal half-wolf, half-man warrior, a creature whose lust and passion knows no bounds...
"Well, look at this little flower," he growled, taking my hand in his. He planted a rough kiss on the back of my hand and I blushed.
"My Lord," I said with a polite curtsey.
"That is my oldest, Rosalin," my father said slowly, uncertainly.
"The others would be younger... Tighter... More likely to squeal..." the Wolf mumbled, looking us over. "But I suspect I can make you squeal and cry as much as your sisters, can't I?"
I blushed till my face was the color of my hair, but I refused to lose my composure.
"I'm certain my Lord would be quite skilled at satisfying my every need," I said, suddenly very proud of my tact. The Wolf threw his head back and laughed. It looked quite similar to how he howled when on all fours.
"A good answer! Tell me, child, that beautiful red hair of yours... Will I find it elsewhere on your body? Is that a rose you've got between your legs or just a brown little crabapple?"
"My Lord, you can't let your daughter be humiliated like this!" roared one of my father's men. "Let us kill this disgusting sorcerer."
"Kill me?" the Wolf cackled. "Can you kill the wind? Can you kill the sea? I'm more than you've ever seen, boy. I've killed more men than you've ever known, and I've eaten their wives and children as well. There are entire armies that lie, forever in the ground, because of me. Mothers invoke my name to scare misbehaving children."
"I know the good Wolf Lord is simply having a bit of fun," I put in quickly and reached out to lay my hand on the Wolf's arm. He raised an eyebrow at my forwardness. "I think we all need a good laugh in these dark times and I, personally, am grateful that our new friend provides us with one."
No one said anything for quite a while. Then, the Wolf's mouth curled into a cruel smile.
"This one should rule your kingdom for you, my dear King. She's the smartest one here. Smarter than you, smarter than me, smarter than all these butcher boys and farmhands combined. I've made my decision. After the battle, after I've delivered the head of Rowan MacPearse to you, I'll take this one for my bride."
My father nodded his head in assent. "As you wish."
Not quite knowing what to do, I performed another curtsey. The Wolf reached out and grabbed me by the hair. I yelped and squeezed my eyes shut. I heard the sound of swords being unsheathed all around.
"I'll be seeing you soon, my precious little one," he growled, and he leaned in, to plant a kiss on my lips.
And oh, gods, what a kiss! His mouth was rough and full of fangs, and I felt as though he were about to rip me apart right then and there as his mouth claimed--yes, claimed is the only word for it--claimed my lips, lips which till that point had never touched another man's. His hot breath filled me and warmed me in the cold night and as he let me go, I felt my cheeks burning.
This sexy, historical 6000+ word short story contains deliciously filthy descriptions of sex between a rough werewolf alpha male and a gorgeous young princess. Reader discretion advised!
She'll make a deal with the fierce werewolf warriors, led by Lysander, the mountain of muscle pack leader: a night with her in exchange for her city's safety. Aphrodisia is about to descend into a world of passion and arousal she never knew existed... And she may just end up the ruler of Baratheos as a result.
As we entered my chambers, I could tell the wolves were impressed. These were hard beast men. They were not used to the comforts and pleasures of home, much less a luxurious one. Certainly nothing like this… My plush feather bed must have looked so inviting to them, if only for the promise of sweet, uninterrupted sleep, let alone the virgin they were about to have in it. And that didn’t even take into account the plush couches, stools, pillows, the curtains, everything else, all gold and jewels, and soft silk imported from far afield.
“Bring us wine, your majesty!” one of the wolves roared at my father down the hall before slamming the door shut. Lysander approached me and the others watched, all but salivating. I realized what was happening: as the pack leader, he was alpha. He would be the first to take me, and then the others could take their fill…
“Well, my little princess,” Lysander said, reaching a hand out to stroke my cheek. He eased his helmet off his head, shaking out his dark curls. The other wolves began to undo their armor, revealing a group of handsome young men—such a change from the beasts I knew they could become at any moment. But, of course, would they be beasts still, now that they would men? There was only one way to find out…
“Well, well, well… Now, how shall you save your people?” he asked.
“However you’d like, my lord,” I replied, suddenly terrified. Oh, gods, what had I gotten myself into? I uttered a silent prayer to my namesake, Aphrodite, begging her to give me the strength to please and love these beasts of men, to take them to heights of pleasure they had never experienced and in doing so, keep my city safe…
“I’d like to see you use your imagination,” Lysander ordered. I took a deep breath. What to do? My hands found their way up to my breasts and they began to squeeze my own soft flesh, tweaking my nipples, stroking my skin. It felt good but I couldn’t help but feel a little silly, doing this for the wolves, performing for them. They watched in rapt silence, however. Probably, they were more used to taking this by force rather than seeing it offered up to them.
This sexy, incredibly kinky 8000+ word historical tale of ancient Spartan werewolf alpha male warriors is only for mature audiences. Reader discretion advised!
Their passion erupts. Lupinus is about to teach Claudia things her tutors won't tell her...
He rose to his full height, which had to be nearly seven feet tall. He was naked except for his chains and as my eyes roamed over his hairy physique, savoring his bulging pectoral muscles, his powerful gut, his arms which looked like they had been forged from bronze, I couldn’t help but let my gaze drift lower and lower… His member was enormous, even flaccid. He had to be half-horse—not only was it massive but it looked especially strange, as if it were somehow sharp and swollen at the same time…
“Here’s the beast!” my father roared with delight as the huge man stepped off the cart. His handsome, bearded face was bowed before us, a blank look obscuring his features. I glanced at my brother and I saw him fixated on the huge warrior.
“Lupinus,” said the slaver, an oily, tubby man dressed in little more than rags despite the bulging bags of coin affixed to his belt. “The great wolf-man of the North! Captured by our centurions running wild in the forests of Germania. They were going to execute him when I found him, but I thought to myself, why destroy such a fierce animal when we can make some money off him first?”
“Absolutely,” my father nodded, his face ruddy with approval. “And… He can turn into a wolf?”
“So they say!” the slaver laughed. “So they say! The centurions swear by it, claimed that he had torn the throats out of fourteen of their finest before they subdued him. I’ve not seen it myself, of course…”
“Well, he’ll show his true form, if it’s to be seen,” my father said with a grim smile. “That, or he’ll die.”
As they chuckled over Lupinus’s fate, I couldn’t help but feel bad for the warrior. His only hope was to win in the arena, win enough times that he could win his freedom. But they would never allow such a fierce, terrifying looking man such as him to continue winning. The rabble would want to see him lose, want to see him slaughtered, and so they would throw more and more warriors at him until he finally fell to their blades.
This deliciously filthy 6000+ word historical erotic fantasy romance contains a sexy barbarian alpha male and an eighteen-year-old Roman girl ready for him to do his worst... Reader discretion is advised!
Kelly is your average curvy small-town nineteen year old. One night, as she closes up her parents' diner, a tall, handsome stranger strides in, needing a place to stay. One thing leads to another and it isn't long before this mysterious man is introducing Kelly to a world of pleasure and passion she never knew existed.
But it's all fun and games until the full moon comes out...
“I won’t hurt you,” he said softly and for some reason, I believed him. I relaxed and let him wrap his arms around my waist, pulling me close.
“I bet you’ve never known a man before. What’s your name?”
“Kelly,” I whispered, taking in his scent: he smelled like leather and tobacco. It was a good smell, a strong smell.
“My name is Frost. I bet you’ve never known a man before, Kelly.”
“I know plenty of men.”
“But none like me. I promise you that.”
“What makes you so special?” I whispered, becoming intrigued by this game in spite of myself.
“I am a beast,” Frost said, leaning closer to me. In spite of my apprehension, I let him do it. I even leaned into him, inhaling his intoxicating scent, delighting in the way it washed over me. I could feel his strength underneath his clothing and when his lips touched my neck, it drove me wild. His lips were like electricity, biting into my soft flesh and sending little waves of passion throughout my whole body. He kissed up my neck, over my soft cheeks, and finally captured my lips with his.
I’d always been such a careful girl. I couldn’t believe what I was doing now… Here I was, kissing a man I’d just met! And I was loving it—I was loving every second of it. I wanted more; I wanted more of this man. That was all I could think about as I tugged at his lips with my own, my tongue dueling his for dominance.
Suddenly, his hands were under my apron. They were undoing my pants. My eyes widened as he slid them down, along with my panties, leaving me butt naked right there in the diner.
“Frost, wait,” I said, breathlessly. His fingers ran over my thighs and I sighed, shuddering with delight.
“I want to taste you,” Frost whispered. “I wanted to taste you ever since I walked in.”
“Of course… You’ve never had a man lick you, have you?” As if to emphasize what he was about to do, he licked his lips, lasciviously, and the anticipation sent a chill up my spine. Now, naturally, I’d heard my girlfriends talk about being eaten out but I’d never experienced it for myself…
This incredibly hot 4500+ word short story features a sexy alpha male werewolf seducing a curvy redhead BBW before transforming into a wolf and pursuing her through the woods, culminating in incredibly passionate shifter sex! Mature audiences only.
After a teenage indiscretion causes her family to send her to a convent, nineteen year old nun Marie lives a dull, passionless life. That is until a handsome, tattooed, chain-smoking biker crashes into her vegetable garden, bleeding from a belly wound and on the run from a rival motorcycle club.
Marie's life will never be the same. From the walls of the convent to the blood-soaked highway battlefields of Louisiana, she's riding with the Damned MC now. But the thing she's most excited about is riding her very own biker...
“You’re the one who’s talking to me. You’re the one who hasn’t called the cops yet. You don’t know what I did. I could be a mass murderer for all you know. A drug dealer. A rapist. But you’re here, talking to me and taking care of me like a Good Samaritan.”
I shrugged. “Love thy neighbor.”
“I know a way you can love your neighbor a little better,” he said with an evil grin. I blushed harder. He reached down and began to unzip his pants.
“Stop,” I said quickly, putting my hand over his.
“Oh, come on, sister. No one’s going to know, and how long has it been since you tried anything like this?”
Fuck, but he was right. The thought of fooling around with him excited me, more than anything else had in years.
“You’re a gorgeous little thing,” he said, his breath husky. “And it’s a fucking crime… A fucking sin… That something as beautiful and sweet as you is locked up here. Don’t you agree?”
Frankly, I did. I said a silent prayer as I took my hand away and let him unzip his pants: Forgive me, Lord, for I am about to sin…