Summer Pen

I've been hunted by nightmares, fear and regrets my whole life, and I'm not willing to put others in danger of what might come for me.
But what do you know, destiny has a way of playing games.

There's a saying among shifters— Never reject an Alpah—. Well that's what I've done, and I'm learning the hard way.

Jerome Knight is the Alpha of the woodlands pack, and my mate. One who I'm not at all ready to accept.
He doesn't take no for an answer. After all, I never thought he ever got denied anything he wanted and I certainly won't be the first person he accepts a NO from.

I either choose yes or yes. Or he'll force me by hook or crook. Even if it means bullying me into accepting him as my mate.

Bullied To Submission

"Okay," he said, kissing the curve of my shoulder. "Whatever you


say, just…" He squeezed me tighter, molding his half-naked body to mine


"Could you just please… please let me take care of you, all right?"


And I wanted to, I wanted him taking care of me, I wanted to know what it felt like to be taken care of, but…. "I don‘t need to be saved or rescued—I‘m


not some damsel in distress. I‘m a Hikrata, and I have to be strong on my own."


His hand slid down over my ass, cupping it before gently pulling me forward which pressed my clit against his own hardening


flesh. The friction felt amazing, and I caught my breath.


"I don‘t want to save you—you don‘t need saving. You hardly need


anything, which is why I‘m so crazy about you." Hands that had been


stroking my ass clamped tight, making sure I couldn‘t get away, rocking me forward so that his straining cock settled snuggly between my ass cheeks. He moved under me, rubbing, grinding, his eyes narrowing to slits, his mouth opening, tasting the air between us. 


"You‘re stubborn and cold sometimes, and you don‘t trust me with all your secrets, but when


you‘re in my arms, I can see in your eyes that there‘s nothing or no one


It was true. Before I met Jerome, I didn‘t feel anything except Hate, hurt and betrayal.


I saw the muscles in his jaw clench and heard the huff of sharply


released breath. "God, Danica, you are so stubborn sometimes, it‘s assaulting and possessive and downright scary."


I put my hand down between us, slipping it under the elastic


waistband of his briefs to stroke him. 


"Oh God,"  he groaned, like he was in real pain.


"No, baby,—" he called me baby! "I am not complaining," he assured me. "I love the way you respond to me.... sometimes." He added like an afterthought. "Whatever you want, whatever you want to do to me or


whatever you want from me… just ask."


He had offered up his whole life on a silver platter, whatever I


wanted. Trusting in me not to misplace his believe that I won't abandon him again.


"Please, Jerome," I breathed down the side of his throat. "Fuck me."


He moved fast, pressing me down into the bed, rolling me to my side


"Your head will blow off if I do what I want, and on top of that, you‘ll probably pass out."


"I know you don‘t, so that‘s why I‘m doing it for you."


I squirmed in his arms. My body needed him. "Please."


His breath caught, even I was shocked, I never said please, never begged, so where was this coming from?.


"No." He nuzzled his face in my hair, moving it out of the way to


In answer, he tucked me in tighter against his chest and abdomen, his


cotton-covered thighs plastered to my ass and his lips open on the nape of my neck. "You have to rest—rest your body, rest your mind… just rest."


"Please, Jerome," I begged him, my groan needy. "Put my legs over


your shoulders—bury yourself in me, do it now."
