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“Once the boys are born, I’m going to convert the office space next to the bakery into a daycare. Maybe something that the local women can use if they want to go get a coffee and a treat and have a break. I know I’ll want to be able to check on them constantly on the days I need to work.”
Dominic starts kissing up my legs, and I moan at the feeling. “I’ll be with you and the pups even more than I am now.”
I giggle at his statement. “You’re always at arm’s reach as it is.”
Once he reaches the inside of my thighs, he bites me a little, and my body responds instantly. I don’t know what I’d do without him by my side constantly. He’s always with me wherever we go, his wolf craving my body, and my body craving every inch of him.
“Do you want me further away from you?” He whispers the words against my panties, licking the already damp fabric.
“Never, my love.”
I hear his wolf growl low in his chest, his need for me rising. I feel his teeth graze my panty-covered lower lips, and it sends a chill of desire through me.
“Maybe I can be gentle and give you what we both need.”
I nod and let my legs fall wider apart. I’m so pregnant that it’s pretty much all I can do—just lie here and take what he gives me. But my mate is the most perfect male that has ever lived, and he makes me feel sexier as each day passes. His passion only fuels our love, and I can’t imagine my life without him.
When I feel him pull my panties to the side and his warm tongue connect with my center, I close my eyes and give myself over to the pleasure. Dominic owns me—body, heart, mind, and soul. I’d be crazy to fight this kind of love.* * *THE END!Taking What’s WickedWARNING!Taking What’s Wicked is part of our Forced Submission Series… so if you you haven’t read it before BE WARNED!
The theme of this book is dubious consent and forced submission. While this can be sweet candy for some, it can be triggering for others.
In the Forced Submission Series there’s always a little twist at the end… so if you can make it to the very last page you’ll find out why we love them so much.
If you feel like this is still something you want to read… turn the page, but please take the warning seriously!Taking What’s WickedOn Halloween you’re supposed to dress up and have some naughty fun, but Sabrina’s costume has invited more wickedness than she expected. The guy at the bar seemed so nice, until he got her out in the alley behind the bar and his friend joins in. That’s when she knew there was no escape.
Dante and Porter have been watching the little witch at the bar all night. They’ve decided to make her their toy for the evening, but she has no idea. They’ve been waiting for this moment, and now’s their chance.
This Halloween ménage is packed with filthy goodness and dark desire. Hold on to your broomsticks, and enjoy the ride!Chapter OneDanteThe thump of loud music beats across Wicked. The hole in the wall bar is packed for Halloween—a holiday when women like to wear as little as possible, tempting and teasing men. None of them catch my eye even as they grind against each other on the dance floor, wanting as much male attention as they can get. No, my eye is still on the little tempting witch at the bar and has been since she strolled in. She sat her sweet ass in that bar stool, and I couldn’t look away from her if my life depended on it. She’s pulling me to her like she has cast some spell on me, but I’m being patient. If we want this to go exactly right, we’ve got to take our time. We’ve been here for a long time, waiting for just the right moment, and this is it.
I shoot back the rest of my Jack, not taking my eyes off her, worried that someone might get to her before I do. She’s ours, and I won’t let anyone steal her from us. Maybe she’s really a witch, because that’s what it’s starting to feel like. It’s like I’m under a spell, and I can’t control my dark urges. Thing is, she hasn’t seemed to notice either of us, unlike most of the other women in here.
She keeps giving her soft smile and little laughs to the bartender as she sips some green-colored drink in a fancy cup. I’m surprised a place like this serves something like that. Normally in a dump like this, all you can get is a beer or some whiskey. Maybe she’s using some of that magic on the bartender too, because she seems to get whatever she wants from him.
