Lambchops مكتبة
The Prison
A Pirate's Plaything
I was hiding as cargo on the ship Mandrake.
When it was pirated, I did some quick-thinking and pretended to be a cabin boy. But he scented me at the get. And the moment he had me alone he stripped me down to prove what he already knew.
I was all woman.
He was the Captain of the Whirlwind and he intended to possess all spoils from the Mandrake. Including me.
But I'm not so easily bullied into becoming a lover.
Not even by a fierce pirate captain.
My Little Succubus
We all know what she is.
Impossible to catch.
Every Mating Moon they all hunt for her. Her tiny leather robes leave little to the imagination and we'd all like to feel her to sate our primal need to breed. But damn her ability to spark when threatened.
But I've a plan this year. I've watched her every move and now I'm ready to put the plot I've carefully nurtured into effect.
Within hours I plan to be sinking into her warm body and sating my insatiable appetite.
Afterall, she's not the only one with magic in this pack.
That's why they call me Magus.
His by Law
I wasn't ever going to belong to Bodin.
I wasn't his for the taking!
Bodin Charters had been my friend since we were kids. Painfully shy and uncomfortable in crowds.
I was always the outgoing one. Willing to fight and shout for what I wanted.
But Bodin wanted something now.
Me.
I had told him he'd not have me countless times over the years. I was waiting for a man who wrote me sonnets and climbed walls to sneak into my chambers.
Bodin would never do any of that. He didn't have an unpredictable bone in his body...
Until he did.
My father was ill and had been for a long time. I didn't know Bodin, who'd inherited the Charter's fortune and property, had persuaded my father to make me his ward upon his deathbed.
Now my father is gone.
And Bodin is stating I can't be his ward because it'd be improper. I must become his wife.
I won't.
But as his ward, he has law over me. Law where he can make me do things I don't want to do.
And he keeps reminding me, he'll have more sway over me as my husband so I best start learning to obey him.
The devil I will.
Unfortunately, I'm finding Bodin is a far more clever devil then I expected...
Unbuttoned
Twenty-eight-year-old Wren has been sheltered his whole life. He was homeschooled, and only allowed to socialize with similarly repressed omegas who at the very least, had watched porn by their age. Wren, not so much. Once he finished school and went on into adulthood, you’d think that Wren would have gone crazy trying to experience all the things he’d been denied as a teenager, right? Far from it. Though Wren had moved to a new city for his job and gained new friends who had certainly dabbled in hedonism, Wren had little inclination to join them.
Wren was content with celibacy. He was content with working nine to five, eating lunch with his coworkers, and then going home at the end of the day to binge watch tv shows and try out the new recipes he found online. His life was a boat on still waters, slowly drifting to an expected destination. Steady. Unchanging.
There’s a storm, though, hanging on the fringes of Wren’s life by the name of Vincent. He’s a complete nuisance, with his ridiculous V-neck shirts that show way too much skin, his captivatingly evil grin, and his scent like a minty forest breeze. Wren doesn’t like him at all, and he’s really annoyed that Vincent is apparently the only taxi driver available in the whole city after seven p.m.
And if the fact that the scent of Vincent’s oncoming rut triggered Wren’s heat meant anything significant, like their compatibility, Wren was going to happily ignore it. And if, right before Wren’s next heat, he stole Vincent’s scarf from the backseat of the taxi, then Wren was going to blame it all on the omega heat-brain instincts.
Except, unbeknownst to Wren, there was apparently a ‘stealing an alpha’s clothes to sex’ pipeline that he wasn’t aware of.
Before long, Wren is sucked up into the whirlpool known as Vincent, desperately trying to claw his way out before he drowns. But as it turns out, the whirlpool is just as desperate to drag him down as Wren is to escape.