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I hate witches! Let me say that again for those in the back. I. HATE. WITCHES. Imagine my surprise when I learn my aunt has enrolled me in an academy run by witches. Havenson Academy. Nicknamed Haven Sin by its students. Why? Because it’s a haven for the sinful. It’s a school that welcomes the spawn of evil-doers. Which means only students from infamous families, who can’t get into respectable universities, enroll there. The rejects. The misfits. And worse, lots and lots of witches. Let’s not forget S6, a notorious group of guys who are the big men on campus. A minor run-in with them places me on their enemy list. Their enemies don’t fare well on campus. I want to drop out. But I promised my aunt I would attend whatever college she chose for me. I’ll give it a year. During that time, I’ll try my best not to kill a witch or two. I’ll also try not to declaw a shifter while I’m there. All while trying not to be killed by the lunatic who’s been attacking Havenson students. Oh, and let’s add to that list, try not to fall in love with a few members of S6 while there also. That one may be a little harder than the rest. Especially now that their inner animals have decided they want a taste of me and want to protect me from whoever is attacking Havenson students. Did I mention I’m a succubus? So even though I despise S6, that tasting part is right up my alley! This is either going to be the worst year of my life or the best. Let’s find out!
“There’s one more thing that’s different in our world than in the human world?” “I’m sure there’s more than one more thing,” I joked. “True. This one thing is something you’ll notice a lot of on campus.” My aunt began tapping her feet. She only did that when she was nervous. “You’re making me nervous. What is it?” “Um, see, in our world, there are less males born every year than females. No one really knows why. That’s just how it’s always been. There are some theories circulating out there, but none have been proven correct.” I wait for her to say more, then I shrug when she doesn’t. “Okay. A world with less males isn’t that bad. Maybe there will be less war.” I joked. “Not funny. What I’m saying is, there’s more females than males.” “Okay.” I’m still waiting for her to tell me why this is important. “Because of that… um…” “Auntie, just say whatever it is. We’re almost to our floor.” “You’re right. I mean, you’re grown. You’re an enchantress. You can handle this.” Oh shit. Now I’m really nervous. “Auntie, say it!” “Okay! Stop yelling. In our world, most relationships are polyandry relationships.” “Who’s that?” “That isn’t a person. It’s an um, lifestyle. It benefits society if we form polyandry relationships. So, don’t be surprised if you see polyandry couples on campus.” I’m so freaking lost. In school, I learned that poly means many. What the hell does andry mean? “You don’t get it, do you?” “Not at all.” My aunt sighs. “I’ve really sheltered you too much.” “I agree. What does it mean?” “On campus, you may see females who have multiple boyfriends.” I laughed. “Female players? I like it.” “No. Not players.” “Hoes? To each its own.” “No, sweetie. They’re in love with more than one male. And, they may even end up marrying two or three, sometimes four or five…” “Wait. Hold up. Stop the press. Are you telling me these hoes out here are marrying…” “Not hoes. Never refer to them as that. Don’t even think like that. Brae, this is our way of life. There are too few males. Too many females. To balance it out, females are allowed to date and marry multiple males. And to be fair, males, if they want, can marry more than one female. However, it’s usually the females who do it.” Surely, I’m not hearing this right. “I’m telling you this because, if you decide you want to be with more than one guy, even three, your uncle and I are okay with that. Just so you know. Maybe this is enough learning for now. I’ll tell you more about Havenson when we get home.” I stare at the elevator doors as we near our floor. I’m in shock. No, I’ve passed shocked. I’m… I don’t know where the hell I’m at. My mind is blown. It was blown over an hour ago, now it’s drifting out in space. I keep learning stuff that surprises the hell out of me. But this, this is extreme. My aunt has just given me permission to be a hoe. Who does that?
Two powerful men. A conflicted woman. A dark night of submission and taboo, mind-blowing pleasure and decadent agony.
Charming Laurel Stone and her ruggedly handsome assistant and submissive Corwin believe all their troubles are over. After centuries of prosecution they find a new home and acceptance at Crescent Moon Springs. Their quaint bookstore and cafe were one of the local treasures. No one suspects of their dark past.
Life seems perfect, until it isn’t.
There’s trouble in the air before the night of Halloween. Buried desires resurface in Laurel, brewing like a dark, delicious potion. That sudden need to be spanked, used and dominated is about to crack that proud Mistress and her iron control. Not even her love for Corwin is enough to make those feelings go away.
Everything changes when the mysterious Severin steps in Cinnamon Bookshop. He shatters their peaceful life and bind their willpower with a hypnotic spell. Laurel and Corwin surrender to that powerful predator on a bloody, sensual night they can never forget.
What will Laurel decide when she’s torn between love for her pet and lust for her Master?
WARNING! This book is intended for mature audiences. It’s a novella, a one-night stand of sexy literature, a paranormal love story with high level of steam, hot explicit scenes, power exchange, M/f/m menage and a guaranteed HFN. It’s the sizzling tale of a sexy dominant witch who gets to explore her submissive side, her werewolf pet and a mysterious stranger with sharp fangs who pushes them past their limits. If that offends you, you’d better not buy this book.
“Please.” He said with a soft smile. “You’d be fine without me, you’re a force of nature. You’d find another big, strong man to wrap around your finger just by showing up at that bar downtown.”She laughed and gave him a stern gaze. “Don’t make me punish you, Corwin, and don’t make jokes. I don’t want you to think I don’t appreciate you and I haven’t been showing that the past few months. Our business is growing, though, and we need all the help we can get during high season. It’d be a relief to have someone help you out in the cafe. I’d need another person who can process the orders on the website.”Corwin crossed his big arms over his chest and looked at Laurel again. Her words made perfect sense, but he wasn’t sure he liked the change. It had always been just him and her and that was the way he loved it. He had no trouble charming the clients, to make them feel welcome, to seduce them. When they closed the bookstore for the day, he wanted no one else around but her.It was ridiculous. How would that fierce, protective part of him handle any outsiders?Laurel raised her head and gave him one of her sweet smiles. “Sometimes I waste so much time in administration and paperwork. It’d be better to let someone else handle it so I can work on more creative things… new recipes, finding new herbs…”She leaned in to whisper against his lips. “More time for my pet.”Corwin hissed under his breath when her mouth moved closer to his. Some days it was getting so difficult to restrain himself around her. Something as innocent as a touch and a smile made him hard.It’s so close to the full moon.
“I hope you know what you’re doing, Laurel. We’re happy here, why should we risk ruining it?” He ran fingers through his dark hair and let out a sharp breath. “Sorry… I… I’ve been nervous.”She took Corwin’s big palms in hers. His fingers were a little cold to touch and little tremors pierced his rough skin.
“Relax, my little wolf.” Laurel whispered those words as if they were a lullaby and her disarming gentle touch broke through the wall of tension. Corwin swallowed and smiled at her. The ferocious hotness was letting go of his mind. “It’s okay, you always get like that at the full moon… I always take care of you.”
“Yes, Mi… I mean, Laurel.” He pulled away from her. If they continued touching, it’d be difficult to last too long before the wolf resurfaced in his mind. Right then Laurel looked delicious enough to eat and her white neck drew his attention. Such a tiny strip of skin over her red poncho and yet so seductive.It brought memories of how sweet her blood was. He closed his eyes and imagined her taste on his tongue, swirling like an exquisite wine.
“Anyway…” She interrupted his thoughts and picked up one of her chocolates from the pumpkin. “Are you ready for tonight?”Corwin nodded and rubbed his temples to ease the headache rushing in. It’s been worse lately, and he was getting more sensitive to sounds. He sank his teeth in his tongue and waited for a few minutes for the sharp, pounding pain to pass. Laurel narrowed her eyes, put the chocolate away and reached out to rub the base of his wrist.
“Why don’t you take your break?” She whispered and ran her nails along his skin. “It’s quiet right now, so I won’t need you as much at the front store. Go to your room, I’ll make you some tea.”He laughed and kept rubbing his temples with faster movements. The nasty, gnawing sensation deep in his stomach seemed to feed his headache. There was something strange in the air but Corwin found it hard to put his finger on it. It was a whisper in the wind. A threatening voice. The sound was too low and he didn’t get the message.
“This is so embarrassing.” Laurel cooed and leaned against the ladder with a mysterious expression that rivaled his. Desire was still ravaging her body, but she had gotten her act together. “Thank you, sir, I’d have broken my neck if you hadn’t helped me.”He chuckled and tilted his head to the side. His eyes studied her with a strange mixture of curiosity and arrogant possession.
“That’s so kind of you to say, ma’am, but you wouldn’t be in any danger of snapping your lovely neck if I hadn’t startled you.” The stranger responded and curled his long fingers in a come hither gesture. His scent was red wine and his voice was as deep as dark chocolate. Beautiful… and dangerous. His polite voice had a subtle menace about it. A smile that never reached his eyes, a calculating look on his face… and that aura of a predator masked beneath a delicious fragrance. He couldn’t be an ordinary man.A sense of unease lurked inside her chest, a weak, little flame compared to the forest fire of physical desire. The desire for submission.Laurel had always been faithful to her wolf during all those years Corwin had been by her side. Nobody else provoked her interest or tempted her, not in such an intense way. Seduction served her as a weapon but she didn’t let the flame touch her… unless her lover and her reached the peak of pleasure together.That man woke up other cravings inside her, desire she thought she had buried. Laurel wanted him to push her down on her knees, raise her skirt and run a smooth palm down her exposed ass. The leather of his gloves would slide down her buttocks, warming them up, running along the strip of wetness at the front part of her panties.The first stinging slap of his leather clad palm would sting and bring tears to her eyes… and she’d beg for more. Here she was now, melting under the cold gaze of a stranger and had a hard time restraining herself from dropping on her knees.Would he be rough or seductive in his domination? She imagined his full lips and that he’d sink his teeth in her neck until he drank the first drops of scarlet blood. Laurel squeezed her thighs as she pictured him licking the blood. He’d be right behind her, pressing his body against her spanked ass and would reach out to rip her dress.
“Perhaps you’d like to sit down?” His mocking voice once again snapped her out of her shameful fantasies. “You are red in the face. Not that I complain. A lady could always use natural blush on her cheeks.”Oh, someone was full of himself. She wouldn’t give him the pleasure of seeing her flustered or angry. Protesting and acting like an offended maiden would just make his smugness grow. Instead, Laurel smirked at him, turned around with a sensual lilt of her hips and strolled to the cash register. The lust weakened its grasp around her throat now that she had no direct contact with him. Was it her imagination or did his eyes follow her every move?
“You might be right, sir. About blushing.” When she got behind her desk, at a safe distance, Laurel turned to him with a flip of her long, wavy hair. He still stood at the same place, amused and waiting for her to make the next move. “Few things impress me enough to tint my cheeks in red.”His laughter surprised her, its silver, cheerful sound that echoed through Cinnamon’s wooden walls. Listening to him laugh made her think of sparkles and bubbling joy. He was such a contradiction.
“I’m sure I can surprise you, Miss.” The man moved with a casual grace and walked to her as quiet as if he was a tomcat. Laurel looked down at his leather boots, black like the rest of his clothes. “The world is full of unexpected experiences, don’t you think? You might just need to expand your comfort zone.”Laurel rested her hands on the counter and shot him a questioning look. The strange man was in no hurry to explain what he wanted and enjoyed taking his time. He was looking around with that same mildly intrigued expression but then he fixed his eyes on hers.
“My comfort zone is a sweet place, sir.” Laurel chirped, as if she didn’t understand what he was implying. Everything inside her clenched in anticipation. “Staying inside it has more appeal than venturing out. You might try it someday.”For the first time since he entered the shop, the stranger looked a little shocked. Insecurity crossed his beautiful features, but that lasted shorter than the blink of an eye. The stranger leaned in and nearly touched her hand. Laurel trembled at his proximity but didn’t move away. The thin hairs on her wrist raised in anticipation, she held her breath and…
…his leather clad fingers only lingered next to her skin before the stranger took a step back.
“Comfort and I bid farewell a long time ago… though I wish I had the time to get to know the zone you’re so fond of.” He moved his eyes from hers and kept gazing at the bookshop’s shelves and decorations with a vague smile. Laurel heard a touch of melancholy in his voice. Once again, it was such a subtle emotion that someone who didn’t have her experienced ear would have missed it. A sigh fell off his sultry lips, even quieter than the drop of the pin.When he turned his eyes back to hers, he had the same detached look of calculated seduction.
“You have built a lovely bookshop for yourself, Miss. Many people told me that your shop was a local treasure… just like you. I see they weren’t exaggerating.” A hint of warmth crept in his mysterious smile.
“Now, Laurel, I knew you wanted me from the moment we met.” He grinned with effort and used his entire body to make her fall over on her back. His attempts to pin her down by her wrists failed. Laurel was still clutching his neck like a cat, even with his stronger body pressing her to the ground. “I see you want me to tame you and claim you as my bitch, don’t you? At your service, little one.”Laurel was breathing hard and staring at him with wild eyes. Sweat was coating her body and the world in front of her was getting blurry. Their fight made her return to the feverish state of lust but she didn’t let go of him. All her energy went in choking that bastard and it was already leaking out of her.An evil grin flashed across his face and he snaked his hand between her thighs.
“Oh, mine…” He chuckled when his thumb found her clit. “Look at you… Your enemy’s at your home and you’re sopping wet for him. Such a slut. I bet if I fuck you now you’ll be screaming for it.”He shoved two fingers deep in her wet hole and rubbed her clit with rough moves. Laurel cried out and lost her grip on his throat. Severin didn’t need to wait for another chance and gathered her weakened wrists. Laurel found herself with her back flat to the ground, his right hand in an iron hold around her hands. His rough, furious finger fucking was the last blow to her resistance.
“Please, stop… I can’t…” Laurel whimpered in humiliation. Her tormentor said nothing and just smiled. He speared his fingers inside her in a V-shape and rubbed her tight walls, searching for all the possible sweet spots.
“Oh yes, you can.” Severin whispered. His fangs once again scratched her neck. “You were ready for me today, Laurel. I felt how wet and needy you were from the moment I entered your store. You have no idea how difficult it was not to bend you over your counter and fuck you like you need.”
She shut her eyes, mortified at her body’s reaction, how wet she was, how only his breath next to her ear made her blood race. Laurel squeezed his fingers and raised her ass to make them sink deeper, just like she did with Corwin earlier.Corwin.She thought with grief as her weak flesh gave in and the pleasure of being manhandled rushed inside her. Please, forgive me, forgive me, my little wolf.
“No…have mercy.” Her cheeks were as wet as her thighs when the erotic insanity pushed all other emotions away. “Please…”Severin brushed his fang against her nipple, close enough to make it bleed.
“You need it, pet. You need me to top you. Be a good girl and let me play with you.” He thrust his fingers harder inside her and pulled them out to play with her hardened clit. No matter how soft his voice was, Laurel knew he wasn’t asking for permission. She’d be his sex toy tonight and Corwin would watch her degrade herself. “Tomorrow, I’ll leave and you’ll never see me again. Tonight you’ll be our whore.”Laurel kept holding her wrists over her head even when Severin let her go. He slid his hand beneath her thigh and raised it up high. His whole fist entered her wide open hole, and she heard herself cry out when she squirted all over her red cloak. Spasms of pleasure shattered her defenses and soon she was groaning out loud. Her tortured, raw walls were squeezing his hand inside her.Our? Did he say our? His whisper had been so soft she couldn’t be sure what he spoke. Laurel’s mind was too messy with lust and guilt to comprehend it. Severin was pushing his fist in and out of her. To add insult to injury, he was staring at her the whole time.Laurel was panting while his blue eyes were stripping her of the last shred of dignity. She was laying naked, with a soaked red cloak and he reveled in how vulnerable she was.
“Stop looking at me.” She swallowed and shut her eyes. That night of erotic humiliation was far from over… and it was already hard for her to look at him.
“Why not? There’s nothing hotter than the sight of a defeated strong woman.” He bit her nipple. “Maybe a few things…”Severin pulled his hand out of her and spanked her thigh. He got up and towered over her body. Laurel closed her thighs and pressed them together as if that would hide her painful arousal.
“Get down on all fours.” His voice startled out of her oblivion as strong as a whip. “You’ll spend a long time on your knees tonight… Mistress.”The asshole couldn’t restrain his laughter at the last words. She looked up at him with indignation when he reached out and pushed his boot against her raw pussy lips. The contact with the leather made her wince.
“Do it now…” Severin laughed. “We’ve left your poor pet alone for too long. You didn’t think we’d just let him watch you have all the fun, did you?”