Stormy Night Publications Publishers of BDSM and Kink Erotica
After she is viciously attacked and driven from her pack by a hateful, vindictive female wolf, Clara Sorenson moves to upstate New York to start over. But as she settles in to her new life and her new pack, Clara encounters a brand-new problem. That problem is named Brock Hunter.
Though he is ruggedly handsome, ridiculously sexy, and more than ready to spank Clara into submission and then take her so hard and thoroughly she is left breathless and quivering with pleasure, Brock’s painful past still haunts him. But when rivals from her old pack put Clara in danger, Brock does what he must to protect her, marking her and claiming her as his mate.
Clara quickly discovers that Brock will demand her obedience and will not hesitate to punish her in the most shameful ways imaginable if her behavior makes it necessary. His stern dominance arouses her intensely, but even as he masters her beautiful body more completely with each passing day, can he also keep his feisty mate safe from the enemies who still stalk her?
Author: Jinx Neale
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$3.95
Length: 41,000 words
Excerpt
“On the bed. Right now.”
Clara searched his face, but Brock’s expression was set in stern lines. This wasn’t cocky boyfriend Brock, this was wolf Brock, the master of his household.
“I won’t tell you again.”
Clara walked slowly to the side of the bed.
“Jeans and panties off.”
She unsnapped her jeans and shimmied out of them. She hooked her thumbs in her panties and hesitated, unsure and a little afraid.
“Clara,” Brock said warningly.
She sighed and pulled off her panties, climbing onto the mattress.
“Legs apart,” Brock ordered. “I want to see everything.”
Blushing, Clara parted her thighs.
“Does the hair grow in when you change?”
She nodded.
“Cute. I like it.” He pulled out a drawer built under the bed and retrieved a leather flogger.
Clara swallowed. “What are you doing?”
“Oh, I’ve got all kinds of toys in here, but that one is for later.” Brock rummaged in the drawer. “Ah, here it is.” Brock held up a silicone plug.
Oh, no!
“This plug is going in your bottom hole and you’ll be wearing it for the next hour or so.”
Clara reared up from the bed. “I will not.”
A smart slap fell across her bottom. “Yeah, you will. And the next time you think about disobeying me, you’re gonna remember what this plug felt like in your ass and ponder for a second if you want it up there again.”
Brock pulled a tube of lubricant from the bag and popped the lid. Clara watched, mesmerized, as he spread the gel over the plug. He walked behind her. She jerked as a drop of cold gel touched her bottom hole. Brock smoothed it over her skin, his finger dipping inside to coat everywhere. The tip of the plug touched her rosebud, and she flinched.
“Easy now, baby. It’ll sting for just a moment.” He slowly eased the plug inside.
Clara whined. “It’s too big. It’ll never fit.”
“Clara,” Brock said patiently. “It’s the smallest size.”
“Oh, my God.”
“By the time I finish training you, you’ll be taking my cock and begging for more.”
By now, Clara’s pussy was liquid with desire. She moaned as Brock twisted and thrust the plug inside her. “You like that, little girl.” He gave it a final tap and stepped back. “You can get dressed now. I’ll see you back at the circle in fifteen minutes. Any longer, and I come looking for you. If that happens, you won’t want me to find you.”
