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

Jerome was demented, cocky and demented, who knew Jerome could talk dirty and Danica couldn’t help but push back into every plunging


thrust of his fingers. God, it was good. Aching, overwhelming, and she needed more… just a little more…


“You’re a slut, aren’t you mine, under that "I don't care facade is a slut just waiting to be filled?


Wanting to ride my dick.” Jerome pushed his hips down,


grinding his erection against Danica's inner thigh. “Wanting to have such dirty things done to you. I


knew it the second I saw you. Behind that pretty face and


sexy waist is a nasty woman waiting for the right guy to let her out.”


“Oh fuck,” Danica groaned, another finger joining the two already filling her, stretching her wider, making her shout.


The way Jerome's fingers felt inside her, she could almost pass for a virgin.


She hadn't realized she said it out loud until Jerome answered her.


"It's because you shifted, so your body went back to it's normal state, meaning back to how tight it was but not exactly like a virgin.


Tell me, mate. I want to hear how slutty a woman you


Biting her lip, Danica stared down blankly at the bed, her hips rocking back as Jerome stroked his fingers into her again. “I… I’m not…”


Jerome wrapped a strong arm around Danica's chest, pulling the slender woman up until she was stretched


upright,  “You’re so wet you’re streaming like a faucet.”


Danica tried to duck behind her long hair but Jerome only combed her blond locks aside. “I’m really not…”


Danica whispered weakly, whimpering when she was pulled


back tighter against Jerome's hard body, the three fingers forcing deeper inside her and making her knees give out. She was so exposed, the bed doing nothing to


hide her from view. That Jerome was fully dressed


behind her and holding her up only seemed to highlight


“You want to come, mate?” Jerome asked,


mouth flush to Danica's cheek. “You want to come while I


The room spinning, Danica nodded mutely, her breath coming out in harsh pants. She was so close. So unbearably close.


“Then just do as I say, pretty mate. Tell me what I want to hear.”


Damn, Jerome was a fucking monster. But he was so


strong, holding her up effortlessly. Danica gasped, her


entire body tightening as Jerome's fingers changed angles


and her g-spot was touched along the slick walls of her


channel that made her see white. “Hell… Please… God please,” she moaned mindlessly, pushing back to get the fingers to hit that spot again. God, she never begged, and Jerome wasn't even trying to make her beg, what the fuck was wrong with her?


“Please, what?” Jerome asked, his voice infuriatingly calm compared to Danica's desperate need.


“Fucking—I want to come!” Danica snapped, only to cry out when her g-spot was stroked again. “Oh fuck…”


“Are you my mate?” Jerome adjusted his other arm


so Danica couldn’t move her hips. He then spread his


fingers in her passage, the blond sobbing as she was stretched wide. “Are you my hard headed, pretty mate?”


“God…” she hated him. Fucking hated him. But she was so close. Needed it so bad. It made Danica hot to realize she would say anything in that moment, she wanted it that much. “Y-Yes.”


“Mmm, that’s it, mine. Tell me. Tell me you’re my Stubborn mate.”


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