Maureen Elochukwu

Ginger made an immediate and lasting impression on the Alpha of blue moon pack.unfortunately, she did it by publicly insulting him, she turned down the powerful sexy Alpha when he asked her to dance with him.
Now the furious Alpha of her pack is ordering her to make amends with alpha sexy or risk starting a war between the two packs, Alpha sexy’s idea of re-establishing his dominance includes a bare bottom spanking, making her work for him as his new assistant, and always in his bed whenever he wants Excerpt:With every strike of the whip, she let out an orgasmic cry.
Loch skimmed his fingers lightly over Ginger’s back, and she shivered and bit her lip, her breath quickening. This way, he said.
He led her over to a wooden frame that had metal rings fixed to it at strategic places, with ropes dangling from them, and he positioned her by two of the metal rings.
Then, he tied each wrist to a rope and adjusted them until her arms were stretched over her head. She was facing the wall, with no idea of what he’d do next. The anticipation made her shiver. She wanted his hands on her so badly, wanted to feel his muscular body crushing her up against him...
He grabbed the waistband of her skirt and pulled it down until it lay on the floor, puddled around her ankles. She was wearing pink lacy hipster underwear that exposed most of her generously sized rear end.
He ran his fingers slowly over the skin of her right butt cheek, fingers lovingly tracing the ivory globe. Trails of pleasure sizzled in the path of his fingers, shooting through all the nerves in her body, down to her fingertips and toes. Her pussy throbbed with need. She bit back a moan and squirmed where she stood.
You’re going to count out loud for each stroke,he told her. She glanced back and realized that he was holding a paddle in his hand, and she tensed in anticipation. If you don’t count, then the stroke doesn’t count. Got it? His voice cracked through the air, stern and authoritative.
Yes, she whimpered.

Alpha Sexy

through a fog-filled haze, LeLandI feLt pressure on 


her throat as if a snake encircled her neck, squeezing tight. She struggled for breath, her mind blackening. She tried to smell the snake, but all she sensed was the strong odor of decaying leaves. Then a gruff, impatient male voice shouted for Larissa, nearer now. A low, threatening growl sounded. Ural? 


The pressure on her throat ceased, and she gasped for air, unable to catch her breath. She couldn’t focus on anything, where she was, who he was, what had happened to Larissa. The snake moved quickly away, slithering through the brush, hiding from imminent danger. The pungent odor of humus departed with it. But a new scent drifted in the air. Her cousin’s. 


“Ural,” she tried to say, but his name stuck in her throat. 


He slunk close to her, licked her cheek—warm, wet, welcome. She wanted to hug his neck, but she couldn’t move. 


Chapter 4