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Sage L. Morgan
The Werewolf's Pet (Paranormal Historical Erotica)
The Werewolf's Pet (Paranormal Historical Erotica)
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*Previously published in the Werewolf Four Pack bundle as "Equinox: Beginnings":
In the 1500's, while the Protestant Reformation sweeps across Europe and King Henry VIII chops the heads off his brides, a witch named Anne Devereaux is taken prisoner in a secret war between her coven and the werewolves. Desperate for freedom, she offers her captor the only thing she can: herself.
An excerpt from Equinox: Beginnings:
I gripped the cold bars and pressed my face between them. “Please, you can’t leave me here. Have mercy.”
“Mercy?” Ulric threw his head back and laughed. “Like the mercy your people showed mine during the Equinox, eh? Harvesting werewolves like cattle for centuries?”
My shoulders shook. “That is nothing more than an archaic tradition based in superstition. It hasn’t been practiced for years!”
Ulric leaned in close, breathing his steamy breath onto my face. “Tell that to my grandfather. He’s dead, thanks to that archaic tradition.”
The sound of his boot on the hard floor rang with finality, as if it was the very last time I would hear that boot. Without thinking, I reached through the bars and snatched at his waistcoat. His gaze froze on my white fingers.
“You insolent—”
“What if I perform a favor?” I asked. The rage slid from Ulric’s face as he assumed a bewildered expression. Swallowing, I continued on, “What if I could provide a service to you?”
Ulric took a step backward and glanced around the dungeon. “Can you be more specific, pet?”
His tone made my skin slither. I felt his eyes probing at the top of my bosom. I wanted to jerk my hand off of his leg and scurry into the shadows, away from his gaze, but I knew that this was possibly my last chance to get out alive. I gazed into Ulric Romilor’s face, trying to see past the monster suggested by his scars and his wild beard, trying to see the human in his eyes.
“I could let you have me as a woman—”
Ulric grunted.
“—if it would lead to my release.”
Ulric wasted no time trying to be polite. “Oy! Henry!”
“Yes, sir?” a guard called from the top of the stairs.
“You are to lock that door and stand guard. Nobody is to enter unless it is on my order.”
My breath caught as he turned his attention back to me. He moistened his lips and began to unfasten his belt. “On your knees,” he commanded huskily.
Approx. length: 3,000+ words. SHORT STORY
Warning: All stories contain mature language and werewolf sex. Intended for readers 18 years of age and older.
In the 1500's, while the Protestant Reformation sweeps across Europe and King Henry VIII chops the heads off his brides, a witch named Anne Devereaux is taken prisoner in a secret war between her coven and the werewolves. Desperate for freedom, she offers her captor the only thing she can: herself.
An excerpt from Equinox: Beginnings:
I gripped the cold bars and pressed my face between them. “Please, you can’t leave me here. Have mercy.”
“Mercy?” Ulric threw his head back and laughed. “Like the mercy your people showed mine during the Equinox, eh? Harvesting werewolves like cattle for centuries?”
My shoulders shook. “That is nothing more than an archaic tradition based in superstition. It hasn’t been practiced for years!”
Ulric leaned in close, breathing his steamy breath onto my face. “Tell that to my grandfather. He’s dead, thanks to that archaic tradition.”
The sound of his boot on the hard floor rang with finality, as if it was the very last time I would hear that boot. Without thinking, I reached through the bars and snatched at his waistcoat. His gaze froze on my white fingers.
“You insolent—”
“What if I perform a favor?” I asked. The rage slid from Ulric’s face as he assumed a bewildered expression. Swallowing, I continued on, “What if I could provide a service to you?”
Ulric took a step backward and glanced around the dungeon. “Can you be more specific, pet?”
His tone made my skin slither. I felt his eyes probing at the top of my bosom. I wanted to jerk my hand off of his leg and scurry into the shadows, away from his gaze, but I knew that this was possibly my last chance to get out alive. I gazed into Ulric Romilor’s face, trying to see past the monster suggested by his scars and his wild beard, trying to see the human in his eyes.
“I could let you have me as a woman—”
Ulric grunted.
“—if it would lead to my release.”
Ulric wasted no time trying to be polite. “Oy! Henry!”
“Yes, sir?” a guard called from the top of the stairs.
“You are to lock that door and stand guard. Nobody is to enter unless it is on my order.”
My breath caught as he turned his attention back to me. He moistened his lips and began to unfasten his belt. “On your knees,” he commanded huskily.
Approx. length: 3,000+ words. SHORT STORY
Warning: All stories contain mature language and werewolf sex. Intended for readers 18 years of age and older.
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