WereSlave is now available for download from Ellora’s Cave! I’m posting a few excerpts today. Hope you enjoy!
As the Queen of Paqualette, Nayla is forbidden to have a husband or a human lover. Her life is a lonely and disciplined existence, so when she’s given the opportunity to choose a Were from her dungeon as her sex slave, she takes a chance. Werewolves, she knows, are nothing but senseless monsters, but after the one she selects to be her WereSlave turns out to be more of a man than she’s ever known, she must question her beliefs.
As the alpha leader, Mace is responsible for his pack. He’ll do anything to keep them alive, even give into the Queen’s sexual demands. But not unless he’s in control. Turning his enticing captor into the submissive is the only way to show her he’s more man than she realizes. Falling in love is out of the question, but so is leaving her behind.
He easily ripped the underdress open, exposing her bare breasts. Cold air met her feverish skin, cooling her only for a moment. She met his gaze again and saw that apprehension lurked in his eyes, as if he expected an objection to what he’d done to her dress.
He wouldn’t get one.
Her heart sped and her pussy ached for more. For his hands all over her. For his hardened cock inside of her.
His gorgeous lips turned up to a smirk as he grabbed her upper arms and lifted her to his body to press her against his chest. The useless chains had so much slack there wasn’t much of a point to them. Not here on this bed.
The danger of it thrilled her. God, what was wrong with her? She didn’t know. This was insane. He was an animal and could kill her with his bare hands. Yet, the possibility that unbound pleasure was near forced her to silence.
He lowered his mouth to her neck, just below her jaw, and kissed her ever so softly before whispering, “Now you’re at my mercy, my Queen.”
She gulped down the fear rising inside her throat as he used the torn dress as a tool to confine her arms behind her back, twisting the cloth with her arms still tight in their sleeves.
“Wait.” Her mind blurred and her body hummed. This wasn’t what she had planned. To be controlled? To lose her power?
“Why should I wait?” His voice was deep and sensual, soothing her.
“I…I don’t know. I’m not sure I want to be tied.”
With gentleness unbecoming a monster, he turned her onto her stomach. Her entire body shook with need as he propped up her bottom and nudged himself between her thighs.
“You want to play slave and master?” His deep voice seemed a mile away as he ground out the words. “Then I will be the master.”