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

god, she Was exasperatIng, and beautIfuL. beautIfully exasperating. But Silva was right, the woman was barely out of surgery, pumped full of dope, and scarcely able to keep her eyes open. Yet she could manage a pitiful laugh at Darien’s expense. 


Darien gripped the bar tighter on her bed, then released it and stalked out of the room. Seeing his uncle questioning some others, he motioned to speak to him. 


“Search Larissa’s room. She must have been staying at Hastings Bed and Breakfast since she was headed in that direction when the gunman shot her. If she got a letter from Lelandi, bring it to me.” 


Pack laws ruled, no search warrants needed. 


“And, pack up her things. She’s staying at my place when she leaves the hospital. But until then... hell, I’ll go with you.” 


“Not falling for another one of them, are you?” Uncle Sheridan’s voice reflected stormy censure as they walked outside the hospital. 


Chapter 7