Life’s Spiced Up with Some Werewolf Reads
Madi, fresh from Princeton with offers from Harvard and Yale, should be thrilled—but she’s burned out and bitter about privilege. When her brother loses his scholarship, she vows to pay his tuition herself. The only way? A high-paying Wall Street job. With her rebellious best friend cheering her on, Madi sets out to infiltrate the world she despises.
Thaddeus’ lips quirk, and he raises his hand in a neutral greeting instead. We step into the white pool of spotlights, and the heat is searing. There are more lights fixed on us than on the stage, and I realize that in this club, Thaddeus is the biggest performer of all. Brick steps up onto…
But Brick doesn’t sound like he’s acting. This sounds real. “Who, me?” I purr. He releases my hand and circles me. “See something you like?” I ask. I sense his gaze sweeping over me. My backside tingles. “I told you not to wear those dresses.” I rest a hand next to my cleavage. “This old…
“Agreed. I wanted to tell you the favor has been returned. In full.” “Great. Good talk.” Brick turns to go. “One more thing. The Adalwulfs are busy with their own alpha coup. Seems Odin left some loose ends for his chosen successor to clean up. Your enemies won’t be coming after you for a while.”…
That’s a weirdness I still haven’t adjusted to. But Madi aside, the entitled stench is everywhere on Wall Street. Especially here, in Sentience Labs, the AI company that has blatantly stolen the creative works of artists, musicians, and authors from around the world. Which is why I’m going to do something about it. Tonight. This…
A boyfriend. Someone to fill the gaping hole left when Madi moved out. “What are you up to right now?” “I’m actually painting a mural at the Sentient building this week.” “What?” At least Madi is appropriately shocked. But it guts me that she doesn’t even know why I’m here or what I’m up to.…
Brick begins slowly, warming my ass with a figure-eight motion of the implement. It doesn’t hurt at all. It just feels wonderful. I lift my ass for more. He picks up the intensity, and I start to register more than warmth. There’s a little sting now. Still wonderful, though. Then he whips straight across the…
It doesn’t matter. Brick’s already losing control. He’s beyond noticing whether I complied with his order. He pulls my hips back to meet his thrust, impaling me in one swift motion. I gasp. As always, it’s too rough, but perfectly delicious. I love how feral Brick gets, how desperate and dommy he becomes by the…
“He’s now settled in Arizona. But he still holds California,” Eagle says. “Maybe we call him and ask him if he wants to hold New York, too,” Jake says. “Pit them against each other.” “And owe another leech a favor? No. When Thaddeus reached out, what did he say?” Brick asks. He runs a soothing…
“What did he do?” “Whipped a submissive until she orgasmed. While another one gave him head.” She says it so matter-of-factly I choke on my sparkling water. “It was hot.” She unwraps dessert-a dark chocolate brownie with macadamia nuts-and devours it in one bite. I pass her another brownie. I had my assistant order extra.…
“Oh God, that’s pretty.” Brick’s voice is rough. He grips my hips and pulls them back until my weight is on my knees, my chest and face pressed into the bedspread. Brick rubs the head of his cock across my soaking slit and then inches in with agonizing patience. I try to push back to…