BDSM Mega Boxed Set

by Anita Lawless, C. J. Sneere, Roxxy Meyer

  “We don’t know what will happen when the wolves who were loyal to Dad are let out. They could still reject my alpha status and challenge the pack’s decision.”

  “Which is why it’s also a good idea for you two to have extra protection on the outside,” Adam says. “There’s a chance these wolves could come after you eventually. We’re going to need to be cautious.”

  “How long are they in for?” Noah frowns in obvious concern.

  “Three years before they can apply for parole,” Brigette says. “But monsters have broken out of the lower levels before, or paid magic wielders to open doorways into your world from the lower levels. Let’s hope that doesn’t happen.”

  “Another reason why it’s so important for you to be a part of the pack and visit Glamour often,” Adam says. “To stay informed.”

  A tight fist of worry knots in my gut. While life is great, I have to wonder how long it will be before we get tied up in another monster drama like the one we just escaped. I’m hoping it doesn’t arrive anytime soon.

  Now there’s only one mystery left to solve. Who our potential new lead guitarist might be.

  ***

  Chapter 16

  We meet Regina at the studio where we’ve recorded our demos and online tunes. She’s her usually bubbly self, and when I remember her more mystical side I find the contrast so strange, in a good way. Inside Glamour, she was more reserved, always calm and in control. While she’s always in control in her human form too, she’s definitely more animated. And to think I never even knew about her secret life, the secret life of all my friends, until recently. I’ve gotten over being angry at them. After all, I’ve got a secret life now too, as a werewolf, so how can I judge what I’m a part of?

  “Did you hear the news?” Her eyes widen and she beams.

  I take a seat near the guitar stand that holds a black, V shaped Fender. “About Brigette and Adam? Yeah! That’s awesome!”

  “Wait until you see their engagement party,” she chirps. “Werewolves really know how to throw a shebang you’ll never forget.”

  Noah grins and raises and eyebrow. “So you know about us joining the pack then, I guess?”

  She gives a slightly guilty look. “Yeah, Brigette phoned me about it last night. I’m so happy you decided to join! It’s better if us monsters stick together. If Pierre’s wolves have allies we don’t know about who aren’t in the lower levels, we might still have a fight on our hands.”

  I nod, but I look away, afraid to think about another battle with supernatural creatures.

  Regina mistakes this for anger directed at her. “I’m sorry I kept secrets from you for so long, Merry.” She walks close and puts a hand on my shoulder. “If I could’ve told you, I would’ve.”

  “Like I said before, no worries.” I pat her hand.

  While monsters are allowed to walk among humans, even interact with them, they can’t reveal their true nature, as I learned when I first encountered the world of Glamour. All my monster friends keep ramming this fact into my brain until I could recite it in my sleep. If they do reveal themselves to a human, said person must swear secrecy. And breaking that oath can result in death.

  She gives me a big hug. “Cool. Thank you.” Then she glances between me and Noah, claps her hands, and gives a little jump. “Ready to meet your new lead guitarist?”

  “I thought we were auditioning a couple people today?” Noah wears a curious frown as he walks up to the mike stand.

  “You’ll like this one.” She winks. “Trust me.”

  Then she flits out of the studio and through the control room before disappearing out of the door that leads to a main reception area.

  “So who do you think it is?” I ask Noah, picking up my bass and plucking out a few chords while we wait. “Another werewolf? Maybe one of her fairy sisters?”

  He laughs. “My money is on a harpy.”

  “Wow, you have those, too? I really have no idea what I’ve gotten in to.”

  He shakes his head and grins. “No, you don’t. But we’ll have fun figuring it out together.”

  “I don’t know if anyone ever figures out Glamour.”

  Our joking around stops as Regina enters the control room with a massive giant that wears a hoodie pulled low over his face. I’ve no doubt Regina talked him into this air of mystery presence. If there’s one thing I know about our manager, she’s all about putting on a performance. Taking his paw-like hand, she leads him toward the studio.

  I look at my watch, wondering why Rita hasn’t shown up yet. She notoriously late, though. A few seconds later, just as Regina and the giant are walking in, she runs into the control room with her drumsticks. She smoothes a hand over her disheveled red hair and glances into the studio at me and Noah. Her eyes widen when her gaze sets on the giant.

  Regina pauses in her introduction and crosses her arms under her breasts, looking mildly annoyed. Rita says nothing as she scurries behind the drum kit and sits on her stool.

  I hold up a finger, indicating Regina should wait just a moment longer so I can talk to my best friend. Regina’s annoyance grows, and she taps her toe against the hardwood floor, but she waits.

  “Is everything okay?” I whisper, bending close to Rita.

  “Yeah, everything’s fine.” She gives a quick smile and avoids my eyes. “I just needed to feed and Andre and Brigette stayed a little longer than I thought they would.”

  “You just fed,” I say, feeling a surge of suspicion. “You shouldn’t need to again already, should you?”

  She rolls her eyes at me, but smiles when she says, “What’re you, my mother?”

  I stare at her until she meets my gaze. When she does, I see a sheepish expression that worries me. “Are you with Andre? You know what he did to us…”

  She sighs, peeks around me at the others to see how closely they’re listening. “No, I’m not with him, okay. Not technically. How’re we supposed to get busy with a werewolf nanny watching us anyway?”

  “But you’re interested,” I hiss low. “Having feelings for him? Sympathy? Something is up.”

  “I don’t know what’s going on,” she whisper-shouts, gesturing wildly with her hands. “Yeah, I feel something for him. Brigette said it’s probably due to the bond he and I now have. Like how you have a bond with Pierre ’cause he’s your maker. Only mine with Andre is growing stronger because he’s helping me. Look…” She glances down at her fingers then back at me. “He really is sorry for what he did. I know it’s hard to forgive him, but I think the more he proves himself, the more he deserves at least that—our forgiveness.”

  I’m not impressed, to say the least. The one monster I’m not ready to forgive is Andre, but, for now, I have to let this go and trust Brigette won’t let Rita do anything stupid during the feeding and training sessions. After all, she wouldn’t want to put Glamour in any danger. Maybe Andre really can rehabilitate. Time will tell.

  “Can we get this started?” the giant says in a deep, rumbling voice. “This hoodie is getting hot.” He pulls it off and I recognize our potential new band mate.

  “Ugh, you’ve completely ruined his entrance, Rita Calhoun.” Regina glares at our drummer.

  Rita shrugs, looking like a shamed dog. “Sorry.”

  The big guy standing near Regina is the troll bartender I met at the pub Adam took us to when we first entered Glamour. Sean, I think his name was.

  Regina waves her hands in front of Sean like she’s one of those showcase girls on that old game show and he’s a brand new refrigerator. “Meet your new lead guitarist, Sean Drover.”

  “You’re the troll from the bar.” I smile, and Rita gives me a confused glance.

  “Nice to see you, Sean.” Noah gives him a knuckle bump. “You sure you wanna give up the pub for this place? That business has been in your family for centuries.”

  The troll shrugs as he walks farther into the studio. “Change is good. Besides, Regina needs some help chaperoning you all, and it gives me an excuse
to spend more time with her. Adam’s making sure the pub is taken care of.”

  “So that’s who you’re with!” I blurt, and Regina starts to giggle. Now it made sense when Adam told her he’d take her back to his place, after she was drained from conjuring the portals. He meant the pub he helps Sean take care of. And here, all this time, I thought Regina was scooping up our groupies.

  “I couldn’t tell you we were together before.” She glances at me and Rita. “I’ve been sneaking him into concerts for about a year now.”

  I hand the Fender over to Sean as he thunders, “You guys are awesome. When Regina asked me if I wanted to try out for lead guitar, I didn’t hesitate.”

  “Trolls are very musical,” Regina says proudly as she drapes an arm over Sean’s huge shoulders. “Wait till you hear him shred.”

  The troll blushes and looks away. “Aww, thanks, sweetie. But I’m no Steve Vai or anything.”

  “Play for us, dude!” I shout, urging on the shy troll.

  He positions the guitar and adjusts his hand on the neck. Then his fingers sail over the strings and he makes the instrument wail expertly. My mouth drops open and Rita and Noah gape at him.

  “I had no idea you could do that,” Noah says.

  Looks like Glamour still holds a lot of surprises for all of us, I think to myself as I pick up my bass again.

  “We should write a song about our new monster life,” Rita says, while she tunes her drums. “Shit, make that a whole album.”

  “I get to read the lyrics first,” Regina pipes up. “Have to approve them, ya know? Can’t have human beans learning about us monster types.”

  Laughing, Rita rolls her eyes. “Yeah, cause it’s not like hundreds of writers haven’t told stories about monsters before.”

  “Make that millions, actually.” Sean winks and rips into another wild riff.

  ***

  Surrender Forever

  Surrender Series Vol. 1

  Anita Lawless

  BDSM romance with a Russian billionaire.

  Includes:

  Surrender To A Sex Therapist

  Surrender To Her Master

  Surrender To His Desires

  Surrender To His Charms

  Bonus Story: The New Femdom

  ***

  Surrender To A Sex Therapist

  I enjoyed my new job so much it was almost too good to be true. An old friend of Dad’s from the precinct, Sherri Taylor, had landed me the interview with Dmitri Nichvalodov, and I’d become the secretary of this prominent sex therapist three weeks ago. At first I’d had reservation about working for him. Not that I was a prude, but I knew little about sex—I’d only been with two men in my life, and one was a disappointing fumbler at best—plus I’d heard Dmitri was a stunner. Being introverted and a social kumquat, my reservations stemmed from the fact there was a good chance I’d stumble over my words, or tip over a coffee table, and make a complete ass of myself. I tended to do just that when I was nervous or intimidated by the subject or persons involved.

  However, the salary promised was generous, and it would cover Dad’s mounting medical bills. Dad came first, so I swallowed my fear and accepted the position.

  “Charlotte,” Dmitri said, his green eyes meeting mine, making my stomach do a flutter I tried to ignore. “Would you join me in my office when you’re finished up there? I’d like to ask you something.”

  “Oh, certainly, Mr. Nichvalodov.” I adjusted my glasses, thankful they slipped down my nose at that moment, because it gave me a chance to break away from his penetrating gaze.

  “It’s Dmitri to you.” I watched his broad shoulders, clad in a pinstriped suit, disappear behind the door. His long hair gleamed as the sun caught it just before he vanished. He wore his straight, black mane in a braid that fell to the middle of his back. How a psychiatrist managed to look like a male stripper was beyond me. Maybe it had something to do with being a sex therapist. I scolded myself for picturing him out of that suit for the second time today.

  Dmitri also came from money, a lot of it, and his family held a history of investing in entrepreneurial ventures that had, for the most part, paid off well. He’d told me, in some of our frequent office conversation, that there had been some risky investments in the early days, and his great-great grandfather lost his shirt a couple times over a hunch that went sour. However, these days the family had enough wealth to take a million or more dollar loss and not even feel it. They invested a great deal in green energy technology. Dmitri told me the only thing holding green energy back, in his educated opinion, was the lack of funding for researching and developing these techniques.

  “Why work as a sex therapist then?” I’d said one day, and when he turned those penetrating green eyes on me, I’d added, “If you don’t mind me asking.”

  He flashed a wide, dazzling smile. “Our parents encouraged my brother and I to be more than a part of the family empire. Mom and Dad worried focusing on one thing would narrow our minds, our pursuits. They wanted us to be well rounded, so here I am.”

  Now, as I stepped into his office, I tried to slow my heartbeat to normal. Had I entered some data incorrectly in our patient database? I mentally checked over the day, looking for a mistake. There had to be one. I’d been doing a great job so far, but this had to be about a screw up. I just knew it.

  Dmitri looked up from a sheaf of papers and gave me that winning smile. “Please, have a seat, Charlotte.”

  I sat in the chair he indicated, crossed my right leg over my left, uncrossed, repeated the process. Then I silently scolded myself for fidgeting.

  He sat in his looming, leather office chair, folded his hands on top of the desk, and gave me an intense gaze. “How would you feel about seeing me outside of the office? Maybe tomorrow night? Dinner perhaps?”

  I choked and coughed on my nervousness. Enough so that I had to get up and excuse myself so I could grab a glass of water. As I brushed a lock of mouse-brown hair from my face, I noticed how badly my hand shook.

  “Sorry about that,” I said, after I sat in his office once more. “I must be coming down with a bit of a cold.”

  He stood, walked around the desk, then leaned against the front of it. Obviously he was waiting for my answer, but he didn’t make it any easier to speak when he towered over me that way.

  I dared a glance at him, felt my face warm, played with the silver chain Dad had given me for my sixteenth birthday. When he gave a impatient sigh, I finally managed to speak. “Dinner, oh, that would be fine, great, yes.” I nodded like a bobblehead. “Certainly, Mr. Nich—I mean, Dmitri, I’d love to have dinner with you.”

  My stomach clenched tight with anxiety as he offered his hand. “Wonderful,” he said, as I took it and he tugged me to my feet before I could stand. “Will you need a ride home tomorrow to freshen up? I can have my car take you there then return for you at eight. Would that suffice?”

  I bit my lip, wondering briefly if he was playing with me, but then just nodded my response. My throat felt too tight to attempt words.

  Then he made the anxiety all the worse as he yanked me close. I stumbled and fell against his massive barrel chest. He took my chin between his thumb and index finger, tipping it up so I had to meet his stare.

  “Are you frightened of me, Charlotte?” Was that a smirk? I thought, as he spoke. “You shouldn’t be. I thought we were friends. I’d just like to get to know you even better, that’s all.”

  Before I could respond, his mouth descended on mine lightning quick. His tongue slithered over my lips, demanding they part and give him entry. Surprised by his kiss, and the dormant sensations it stirred in me, I whimpered as his tongue teased mine into submission.

  Large, strong hands roamed down the back of my blazer (bought on a discount rack at E-Mart). His wide palms cupped my butt through my skirt. He reached for the clip that held the curls away from my face, and soon a curtain of hair tumbled to my shoulders.

  The stimuli invading me felt like tiny electric shocks goin
g off throughout my body. My brain swam in a flood of sensation. I hadn’t been kissed like this—so passionately, so ravenously—since Doug, my last boyfriend, who’d passed away over three years ago.

  His strong fingers cradled the back of my head and I moaned into his mouth. His other hand tugged up the hem of my skirt, then slid up my cheap nylons, edging closer to my loins. A fire started deep in my belly and surged lower. He tore his mouth from mine and nibbled a path to my ear.

  “Charlotte, I—” Before he could speak another word, the shrill ring of his desk phone cut him off. He took his arms away, giving me a disappointed look. “Excuse me, I have to see who that is.”

  I pressed my palms to my cheeks. They were positively burning. My lips tingled from the roughness of his kiss. My body ached all over to be back in his arms. But I shook my head, found my hair comb, and gathered my senses, while he chatted away to whoever interrupted our interlude.

  He covered the mouthpiece with one beefy paw. “I’m sorry, but I’m going to be a while. It’s Mildred, and she needs to confer with me about this patient.”

  “Oh, oh, of course.” I gave a shaky smile, tried not to trip over the chair as I backed away. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  Mildred was the other therapist who had an office on the same floor as us. She was right next door, and she specialized in abnormal psychology. She and Dmitri had been good friends for ages, apparently, and when I’d started at the office, she’d instantly struck up a conversation with me. I didn’t know what to make of her kindness at first. I’d been exposed to a clique of passive aggressive girls in high school, and college, who’d made me the target of their frequent bullying. Because of this, I’d come to expect that type of treatment from most women I met, even though I knew my expectation wasn’t accurate. But Mildred spoke honestly, directly, and you always knew where you stood with Millie, as she told me to call her. She was a leggy, blonde bombshell with a brain as big as her heart.

  As I went to my desk to gather my purse and coat, I couldn’t help feeling I’d been casually dismissed, and that, after a passionate kiss and an inquiry of dinner, made me all the more befuddled. What was going on here? Dmitri had, so far, been one of the kindest and most personable bosses I’d had. He actually talked to me in the office—asked about my dad, our situation, seemed to take a genuine interest. But he couldn’t be interested in me romantically, could he? Not a powerful man like that. My fear of being set up for a fall grew.