This four-book collection of steamy stories finds innocent young women falling for the men in their lives that they're supposed to love, but not in the way they do. Overpowered by the Alpha Werewolves twice their ages, there's little they can do but submit. Here, you will find, Precious, Captured Bride, Captive Angel, and Break In. ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ Her heart is pounding, drowning out all other noise which isn't in her best interest, considering how easily it would be for them to overtake her and surround her. She doesn't make it far before the first Wolf pounces on her, slamming her into the ground and knocking her breath from her lungs. She struggles, hands pawing the ground for anything she can use as a weapon and is rewarded with a huge rock that she hits the Wolf with. He howls in pain and snarls, momentarily distracted by the pain in his head and is quickly tackled by another Wolf. She struggles to her feet and keeps running, ignoring the throbbing pain on her ankles and palm where she's scratched herself from her earlier fall and scramble to get away. The sound of growls and snarls behind her prompts her into running faster and faster, her legs burning and muscles aching as she tries to proper herself faster. Adrenaline can only get her so far when it comes to running away from Werewolves though, and it doesn't take long for a hand to fist the back of her shirt, clutching her and then pushing her down. She falls again but a hand lashes out and catches her before her knees hit the ground for the second time that day. The first thing she notices is the sharp claws around her waist, dark fur covering the entire arm, monstrous and terrifying. The second is the low purring breath close to her ear. "Mine," he rumbles and she feels something wet dripping onto her shoulders, sliding down until she can see the smear of red all over her clothes. She makes the mistake of looking up to see who's captured her and sees a truly terrifying face, sharp fangs and wolf-like, but enough human characteristics to be uncanny. She yelps and tries to pull away, but his arm tightens around her and she's lifting off the ground. "What- what're you doing?" he turns her around and lowers her onto the floor gently, or probably as gently as he can manage. She's never seen a Werewolf before. He's huge, easily twice her size and height, looming over her and casting her in his shadows. The moon shines brightly behind him and she's too tired to run. Her eyes are drawn to his face, wolf-like and human at the same time, blood dripping from his jaws and his claws. Her shirt is smeared where he's caught her earlier and for a second, she's afraid he's hurt her, but she doesn't feel pain there, so it's not her blood. From the looks of it, it's not his blood either. He bends down until he is covering her with his body and presses his nose to her neck, breathing in deep. when he speaks again, it's a low, rumbling growl that seems to shake the very ground she's laying on. "Mine," he growls.
Four submissive women surrender to powerful men in these four steamy love stories in every way imaginable. Here, you will find Werewolf Bites & Vampire Kisses, Feral Werewolf, Surrender To Men, and Werewolf Dom. The Alphas' instincts are to possess - to mate - and the innocent young women are drawn to perverse games involving ropes, b*****e, pain, pleasure, and everything in between.~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~The vampire is taunting him, showing off all the way he has her. And Liam... Liam is too weak to look away.She is so beautiful, even as she is being defiled by the vampire. Her skin is lovely and so pale that all the love bites are featured prominently from a distance and she makes the loveliest noises, little moans and whimpers that makes him come undone. The vampire has been teaching her perverse things. He shouldn't be listening in on them as they make love, but he can't help himself.It's not like he doesn't know what s*x is, but the way they go about it is insane. He almost panics when he scents how fertile she is one day, but as the days pass and it becomes clear that she's not carrying the vampire's child, he begins to relax and have other thoughts. Some vampires are so ancient that they are no longer capable of siring offspring. It's a small trade-off for immortality.The first time he finds himself being a voyeur is entirely coincidental. He had been walking home from a long shift at work when he sees light from his neighbor's place. The door is opened, allowing the firelight to illuminate them. Even without it, he is able to see them clearly with his night vision.He feels himself growing angered by the sight of Delilah cradled in the vampire's chest, her legs curled up in her chest. She is turned to him so that her face is hidden in the nape of his neck. There is a thick blanket spread over the both of them. They are just a couple enjoying the night view and he feels like a voyeur for stopping in his tracks to stare at them.Shamed, he means to walk past them without a word but he stops as a gust of air blows towards him from their direction. It carries her scent, sweet and innocent even now but with something else... a thick, musky scent that is undeniably one of arousal. He bristles but is able to keep his mind clear enough to stay hidden."Charles..." Her voice is small and hurt.For a second, he thinks to attack the man, thinking that he had caused her pain.She wriggles in his grasp and tries to shift and adjust her position. The blanket falls from her shoulders and pools at their feet. Neither of them move to pull it back up.
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