Stormy Night Publications Publishers of BDSM and Kink Erotica
It wasn’t his badge that brought me to heel. It was his mark.
Being taken over the knee of the town sheriff with my panties pulled down for a sound spanking would have been shameful enough on its own, but Robert McKenzie isn’t just the local lawman.
He’s a wolf shifter… and he’s my mate.
Or at least he will be as soon as he marks me, mounts me, and claims me with his knot.
But before any of that can happen, I’m going to have to tell him the truth about how I got mixed up with the ghost of a man everyone believes was sent to Everlasting Springs by our enemies.
Which brings me back to the reason my bottom is bare and he’s holding a hairbrush…
Author: Amaryllis Lanza
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 79,000 words
Excerpt
“Spread those legs wide for me, baby girl,” Bob commanded, tossing my panties over the side of the bed. I complied, bringing my fingers down to part my folds for him, so he could have a proper look.
“Fuck…” he said, with a heavy breath. “What luscious fruit.”
Bob kissed my inner thighs, moved my hands out of his way, and lifted my legs over his shoulders. He sat up on his heels on the mattress, pulling my bottom up. His thick fingers parted the lips of my pussy and Bob dipped his tongue into my entrance. Then the wet muscle traced my folds, the tip of it circling my clit. I mewled as he lathered me with his mouth, licking the sensitive flesh, sucking and nipping on the hard knot of nerves. I gripped my nipples and squeezed. My thighs quivered as the orgasm overtook me.
It was like being pulled into a tornado, swept up into the skies, high above the ground. My head spun as I tossed in the wind. My body tingled from my curling toes to the roots of my hair and the tips of my fingers. Vibration began deep in my belly, growing stronger by the second. An explosion of light ignited within me, blinding me, and somehow I left my body entirely.
The experience was nothing like what happened at the cemetery. I was no longer floating as a single being, watching everything that happened below me. Now I disintegrated, becoming a mass of swirling electrons. I was no one. I was everyone at the same time. The wind carried me like dandelion seeds drifting over the Everlasting Springs. I was aware of all of my neighbors in one instance. I turned into the very blood flowing through their collective veins. We were all the same being.
Bob dropped my bottom back on the mattress and joined me in my ongoing ecstasy, bringing his cock to the entrance of my quivering wet sheath. My body vibrated with lust, my pussy pulsing in anticipation of him.
Bob didn’t wait or ask—he took, planting himself deep inside me in one swift thrust. Or I thought it was all of him. I was out of my mind with pleasure. I felt no pain at all, only the joy of joining. It was the same high I imagined people felt when they were drunk, though I’d never experienced it.
His hands gripped mine above my head as he moved inside me. Our fingers intertwined as his thick cock stretched the walls of my vagina. As he pulled back, the length of his shaft caressed me. When he thrust in hard again, the head of his cock slammed into my cervix. It was bliss. Bountiful bliss spread to every corner of my dispersed being. With his hands in mine, we were one, fully and truly. I felt what he felt as he fucked me, which intensified my pleasure immensely. I wrapped my legs around him, making more room for Bob’s cock to dive deep inside me.
“Baby girl.” Bob released one of my hands to grip my chin and get my attention. The part of me still in my skin looked into his shimmering eyes, the color there flickering between blue and silver. “I’m going to knot you now. We’ll be locked together. Bound. You understand?”
I blinked at him, acknowledging, and smiled.
I saw what he meant through my link with his mind. He feared the knot might hurt me. I didn’t give a fuck. He had to give it to me, so I pushed my thighs up against him. I needed Bob to feed me more of himself, all of himself, so I could spread that delightful decadence around. It was raw and instinctual. I wasn’t in control of it.
My body knew this rite. My flesh understood its purpose.
The base of Bob’s shaft stretched my channel near to tearing. I gasped with pleasure. Man or beast, my body could handle anything Bob doled out. Then his pulsing semen, warm and wet and abundant, splashed against the mouth of my womb. His knot pulsed in time with the clenching of my walls. My moan intensified, filling the air around us like the collective cooing of a choir of doves.
“What are you, baby girl?” Bob asked, breathless.
It was a meaningless question. There was only one answer.
“Yours.”
