In Mac’s room. Hands bound with red ribbon. Arms stretched above her head and secured to the headboard. Cracked wide open, vulnerable to Mac and his special brand of domination. Oh God, how she loved him. And what he did to her. The intensity was incredible. But the pleasure? Unbelievable. So cat...
As cold wind gusts blew the last wisp away, rushing over his scales, he tightened the cloaking spell. Magic spiraled around his torso, making him disappear into thin air. With a low growl, he bared his fangs on a smile. Perfect. Per usual. The humans wouldn’t suspect a thing. Exactly the outcome ...
The shards jabbed, sharp edges digging into flesh until all she wanted to do was give agony a voice and scream herself. She planted her hands and pushed instead, fingers tearing at the tunic of the bastard bleeding all over her. The goddess help her, she needed to get out ...
Floating inside her own skull, she kept her eyes closed and listened to the voice. A hint of an accent in the undertone, the timbre broke through the noise inside her head. She clung to each note. Listened to the pitch and swell. Let it hold her high. Away from the pain. Away from terror. Away fr...