by Amanda Jones
He couldn’t believe that the feisty, stubborn woman who had screamed at him to get out of the bedroom just one night before was now kneeling before him, her ass exposed in the cool morning air, and licking the head of his cock like a kitten that was playing with her food before deciding to get a real taste of it. She had turned from an innocent, shy girl, to a mischievous little brat who knew exactly what her attention did to him. He still saw that look of uncertainty when she stole a glance at his face, so he decided to let her know that what she was doing was perfect by moaning and whispering encouraging words. Max usually preferred to keep silent during sex, but he knew that Avelyn wasn’t one of his she-wolves, confident and focused on getting the pleasure they wanted. Her small hands on his cock drove him insane with desire, and the slight pressure of her tongue on his tip made it difficult for him not to buck his hips and thrust his dick deep into her mouth.
With each passing minute, Avelyn became more and more daring. She took the head between her lips and sucked lightly on it, drinking the pre-cum and licking the flushed, sensitive skin clean. Then, she tried taking more of the gorgeous cock, but had to stop before covering half of its length. Max was moaning above her and encouraging her with a whispered “yes” from time to time. When he placed his hand on the back of her head and caressed her gently, she felt a shiver of anticipation run down her spine, making her walls clench with the need to be filled. Either in her pussy, or in her mouth. At that moment, she wouldn’t have minded both, which made a fleeting thought cross her mind: “God, I had no idea I had this in me.” “This”. What did “this” mean? The capacity to become so horny? The wild desire to have sex? To be fucked long and right? She was almost 25 years old and still a virgin because Alma Venus made sure the students had no chances of losing that before they were bought by their future husbands. She had only kissed the young gardener two or three times, and let him slip his calloused hands under her blouse. That could hardly count as sexual experience. So, no, she had had no idea she had it in her. The ability to lose herself in the pleasure of exploring, feeling, and tasting a man’s body.
Max was close. He had been so painfully aroused from the moment he first lay eyes on her, that it only took a few minutes of stroking and sucking to get him unbearably close to the edge. But he wasn’t sure Avelyn was ready to swallow what he had to give. He pushed her gently and grabbed the base of his cock with his right hand.
“Mmm… you’re so wonderful. You’ve almost sent me over the edge.”
Avelyn looked up at him with those huge, blue eyes. She didn’t understand what he was trying to do. Why did he stop her?
“Come here,” he said, taking her hand and helping her up. “Lie on your back.”
“What? Why?” She was a bit afraid that he had changed his mind and had actually decided to fuck her. Her tight, wet pussy said “yes”, but her brain still needed time to process the implications of such an act.
“Shhh… don’t be scared. I know it’s your first time and I’m not rushing you. We don’t have to go all the way. Not yet. I’ll wait.”
“Then, how…?”
“Lie back.” He propped a pillow behind her, and climbed up her body, still kneeling, his strong legs brushing her sides. From this new position, he towered over her, his cock right above her breasts. If she leaned in, Avelyn could capture the tip in her mouth. “I’m going to put my cock between your tits and fuck them until I come. How’s that?”
“Okay…” She was a bit reluctant, but also curious and excited about the idea. Sure, she had read a couple of romance novels while at Alma Venus, but the sexy bits had always been more on the sweet, vanilla side. This was all new to her. Her jumper was now in the way, so she grabbed it herself and pulled it over her head, making more of a mess of her fluffy hair.
“You don’t have to do anything. Maybe just hold your tits like that with your hands.”
He showed her how, and she did what he told her.
“Yes, like that. Now sit back and enjoy.”
His cock fit perfectly between her full breasts, and as Max started moving his hips, Avelyn didn’t know where to look. Her eyes drank in the sight of his strong chest and his perfectly-defined abs contracting with every thrust. Because she was holding her boobs for him, his hands were free to squeeze them here and there. His thumbs found her hard nipples and started drawing circles around them, flicking them, and pressing gently, making her push her chest forward into his skilled palms. The way his cock moved up and down between her breasts fascinated her. It all made her feel like a sinful, naughty girl who had tasted the forbidden fruit and, now, nothing else could bring her satisfaction. She watched the engorged head disappear between her breasts only to re-emerge bigger and redder, and wondered if she was going to like the taste of his cum, because from that position it was quite clear that he was going to shoot all over her face and chest. She bit her lower lip in anticipation.
Max’s thrusts became erratic, and Avelyn could see the muscles in his abdomen and thighs tightening. He was moaning loudly now, and his thumbs were pressing harder on her nipples. The first stream of cum barely missed her chin, so she leaned in, mouth open wide, eager to have a taste. Seeing her like that, Max whispered her name in his deep, husky voice. He shot the white liquid right on her tongue, coating her lips and cheeks. She even had some on her pretty nose, and her neck and breasts were bathed in it. He thrust a few more times, and when he stopped, Avelyn leaned all the way in and cleaned the tip of his cock with her naughty tongue. He let go of her breasts and thread his fingers through her disheveled hair, slowly massaging her scalp. He was rewarded with a low moan that wasn’t very far from a purr.
“Wow! That was… unexpected,” he said smiling.
She finished licking him and raised her eyes to meet his. Her smile was playful and mischievous.
“I hope I wasn’t that bad.”
“Are you kidding me? That was the best sex I’ve ever had, and we didn’t even do much.”
Max removed his softening cock from between her breasts and lay down beside her, exhausted. He turned on his side and embraced her, hiding his face under her right breast, nuzzling it playfully. He couldn’t have enough of that soft, generous body, but neither of her bright, blue eyes. He lifted his head to look at her, and was entranced by how her flushed cheeks made her eyes stand out even more. He moved up to her level and captured her plump lips with his, tasting himself on her tongue.
After long minutes, they broke the kiss, and Avelyn was once again surprised at the tenderness she saw in his eyes. Still, she had come down from her height, and the rational part of her brain started driving the sex-induced fog away.
“At least now you know I was worth the money.”
“Don’t go there.”
Avelyn saw the immediate change on his face. His eyes hardened and his brows furrowed slightly. “Ah,” she thought. “That didn’t last long.”
“Why not?” she said out loud. “It’s the truth.”
“No, it isn’t. I didn’t buy you for… sex. A shifter-bride is not a sex slave, you know that.”
“The fact that no one uses that term to describe us doesn’t make it less true.”
Max pushed himself away from her and gave a deep, exasperated sigh. The Avelyn he knew was back.
“Please, let’s not ruin this moment.”
His voice was almost pleading, and Avelyn wanted to comply and take back her words. She had enjoyed everything that had happened between them since the moment they woke up, but that didn’t change the fact that she was still trapped in this room and she still had to face the reality in which he had thrust her against her will. Yes, sex was nice, and she now knew that Max could treat her right if he was in a good mood. However, none of this made her less of a prisoner. Coming here hadn’t been her choice. Being with him hadn’t been her choice. The fact that she enjoyed some of it didn’t make it all better.
“Okay,” she said, but she couldn’t and wouldn’t disguise the sadness in her vo
ice.
There was a moment of silence, then Max squeezed her hand, and raised it to his lips to kiss it.
“Come on, let’s take a hot shower.”
“You go first.”
“That was not…”
“Please, just go first. I need some time.”
He wanted to protest again, but it wouldn’t have done any good. The magic was broken. He got out of bed and headed to the bathroom.
Avelyn wrapped herself in the thin sheet that had been covering the mattress but was now wrinkled and messed. Her gaze locked on the tall windows, and the desire to go out in the sun and enjoy the fresh morning air sent a pang through her chest. After a couple of minutes, she sighed, turned to look around the room, then at the closed bathroom door. She thought of the power she had had over Max during their passionate game, and an idea took shape in her mind. “If I play my cards right, he’ll let me out of the room in no time.” She straightened her back and smiled with new-found determination. “The Schloss is huge and I’m sure his lackeys can’t possibly guard every door and crevice. Yes, Mr. Blackmane, my dear husband, every cage has its weakness.”
END OF BOOK ONE
Book 2 Synopsis
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Avelyn knows that her only chance to escape her luxurious prison is to gain Max’s trust. She sets on a mission to seduce him, unaware that she might be setting a trap for herself. All she needs is his permission to leave her room, so that she can begin exploring the castle and assessing its weaknesses. After all, there is a way out of every cage.
Legends have been told about the dark, cold dungeons underneath Schloss Blackmane. Avelyn would gladly avoid them if they weren’t her only chance of regaining her freedom. The second she learns the dungeons can take her somewhere deep in the forest, far from the castle, a plan forms in her mind. But, will she go through with it? Does she still want to leave Max, or has she fallen in love with him? She feels like she knows him, and his every gesture, word, kiss and touch tell her he might be the man to spend her life with. That is… until she finds out he’s been hiding a secret so terrible that he had to lock it up deep down, in the dungeons. Now, Avelyn knows that the sane thing to do is to run away. His secret is not her business. She can’t possibly fix what he has broken.
Sold to the Alpha is a completed serial. All 6 books are available individually, but also in a boxed set that offers you the chance to read the entire story, with no cliffhangers, at half the price, or free with Kindle Unlimited.
Sold to the Alpha: A BBW Wolf-Shifter Romance (Complete Edition, Books 1-6)
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Reading order with links to the individual books:
Trapped in a Gilded Cage – Amazon US | Amazon UK
The Other Bride – Amazon US | Amazon UK
Night of the She-Wolf – Amazon US | Amazon UK
A Cure for the Broken – Amazon US | Amazon UK
Call of Revenge – Amazon US | Amazon UK
Of Wolves and Dragons… – Amazon US | Amazon UK
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Shifter's Curse
By Deva Long
one
“At the birth of a man, the women do with him as they please, so much so that this man can, at will, transform himself into a wolf.”
Buchard de Worms, Decretum, 950 AD.
Maple Creek rustled and gurgled over the rocks. The hand sized leaves of the overhanging trees cast green shadows on the rocks along the riverside. I sat on a small, sandy beach, my clothes in a neat pile beside me. The scent of fresh water and greenery around the mountain fed river, sharply contrasted the dry, dusty air and the faint smell of sage.
Rumbling above the burbling creek, an approaching motorcycle engine roared, and then died.
Someone called my name. I reached for my clothes, but then I placed the voice.
Aubrey. Let him come on me naked by the water. He stares at me enough. Ferns rustled and he burst into the clearing, then stopped and stared.
“Miss Mathers. I’m sorry.” He averted his eyes. “You shouldn’t be here like this. There’re bad men about.”
I laughed. I shouldn’t have, but he looked so cute, hiding his gaze, with his torn shirt beneath his leather jacket and ragged jeans yellow with road dust. He looked like a rider from movie or a TV show about biker gangs.
“What are you going to do about it, Aubrey Wills?” I looked at the sparkling stream, demurely. “Spank me?”
His face blazed as red as an unripe Dewberry.
“Maybe I should. That’s what you and old Josiah Rufen did, right?”
It was my turn to flush. “Rufen and me is over.” I held his eyes. “Don’t mean I don’t like being a little spicy sometimes.” Aubrey’s eyes raked boldly over me.
He grabbed something off his belt. In the dappled shade I missed his coiled rope.
“Well aren’t you a cowboy.”
“Yippie Ki-Yay,” he said, grabbing my right hand and slipping rope’s end around my wrist.
I held my other hand out, “You wouldn’t dare.”
He grabbed my outstretched wrist and wrapped the rope around it. He quickly tied a knot, and then spun me around.
two
“You planned this!”
“Maybe I did.”
I found myself naked, hands tied, and with my hot biker boy holding me from behind. “Now, I’m just going to wrap the other end around this handy sapling, so you can’t change your mind.”
Aubrey’s breath scorched the back of my neck.
“What if I call for help?”
“Riders will come down, and most likely shoot me.” He kissed along my neck. “Is that what you want?”
“You’ve been staring at me.”
Aubrey’s eager affection poured forth. “While you were with that rattlesnake, Rufen.”
“He’s an important man. He taught me many things.” He’d infected me with his disease.
Aubrey moved, looping his rope around a branch above my head. He pulled the line, yanking my hands skyward. He dropped the rope’s free end and stepped on it.
Then sweet Aubrey Wills pulled out a knife.
three
“You’ve teased me for a long time, Jeslie. Now that I’ve got you here,” he pulled down a willow branch, and slashed with his blade, cutting a branch three feet long and a finger thick at the base. “There might be some things I want you to do that you might not be sure about.” Aubrey swished the leafy branch through the air. “I’ll use this to help you decide.”
He cut the shoots from the branch, making a wicked switch. “There, just like my daddy used to make for me when I was bad.”
I pulled at my bounds. The end of the rope beneath his feet didn’t move. Not that I’d try to escape if I could pull free. My disease raged, in full control now, a fire rising from between my legs, making my decisions for me. I wanted Aubrey. I wanted his switch and his ropes. I wanted to feel his skin and his cock. I needed his warm flesh touching mine.
“Jeslie,” Aubrey said, trying to make his voice menacing the way Rufen did. Pretending, but I played along for fun. Since I told Rufen to get lost, I hadn’t touched a man. A few women, but they played gently and after Rufen I’m too sick to be satisfied with gentleness.
“I want you to touch yourself.”
four
When he bit me, Rufen informed me how I would catch his disease. Rather than turning me into a wolf or killing me, th
e sickness rewired my nerves. Pain became pleasure. Rufen’s curse enabled him to shift into a being with supernatural abilities. Healing. Super-strength. Hypnosis. Thirst for blood.
But for me, the disease made me a slave to passion and provided intense extra-normal orgasms that I am now addicted to like they say people become addicted to crack. The disease is what happens to women from my family who get bit by a blood-drinker.