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Creatures of the Night Book 7

Her Submissive Alpha

A werewolf wanders into a kink club . . .


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Her Submissive Alpha

Synopsis

Madame LaFleur

I own The Knightmare, the premier vampire kink club in Portland, Oregon.

I am a dominatrix.

You will call me Madame.

My specialty is being worshipped.

Wealthy supernatural and human patrons alike come and go nightly.

But that all changes the moment the werewolf walks through my door.


Adam Stone

I want to forget for a while, to escape from under the weight of my pack, but I never expected to find her.

I’m an Alpha werewolf, but she has me kneeling for her from the moment I walk in.

Submitting to her feels right.

Being with her goes against everything I’ve ever been taught.

And I quickly discover . . .  

One night with her will never be enough.

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Teaser

I was just getting used to that pace and was beginning to trust the leash I had on my Wolf when she kicked it up a notch, suddenly stroking me hard and fast, going feral in her movements. I threw my head back with a grunt of pleasure as my Wolf surged uncontrollably. My claws began growing in as my hold on my Wolf slipped. I could do nothing to stop the beginnings of my shift, proving I’d severely underestimated the strength of the pull of my fated mate. I yanked on the restraints in frustration, suddenly thankful to be bound in silver and with magically enhanced metal. They might be the only things that kept me from claiming her if I completely lost my hold on my Wolf. 

“That’s my good puppy. Do you like it when I stroke you like this?” she asked innocently, while knowing perfectly well what she was doing to me. 

“Y-yes, Madame,” I replied, voice coming out like it had been scraped over sandpaper. I was already out of my mind, with lust pumping through my veins despite my Wolf’s craze. How could her grip feel this good? She worked my cock over, squeezing harder now with an experienced hand, and I was a helpless mess in her clutches. 

She pulled my jeans further down until my balls were exposed. Then she cupped them, gaining a fresh moan from me that turned feral as the howl from my Wolf escaped my lips.

She smiled wickedly as she began fisting my shaft aggressively with two hands, stroking and twisting around the head. There was so much sensation I could barely stand it. I panted and tried to pull my cock back to no avail. She was wringing me so hard and fast. A spark ignited in my balls, and before I knew it, my orgasm was already hurtling toward me much too fast. I didn’t want to come yet. I got the impression this was a one-and-done transaction. I wasn’t ready to have this be over just like that. I tried to warn her off, but all that came out was “uragh” in an incoherent stream.

But the wily little vampiress was already one step ahead of me. 

That was precisely when she took her hands away. 

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