In the year 2333, humanity has fallen and ruled by werewolves. Bellatrix Sinclair, an 18-year-old weapons prodigy that despises werewolves for destroying her family has been secretly planning to join the human rebellion.
However, she is forced into the Mate Selection Process and matched with Lazarus De Loughrey, the ruthless Werewolf King obsessed with claiming her.
He shouldn't want her and she should hate him but they cannot resist each other. It's a twisted connection, entirely physical because all I am is his slave.
My heart should belong to my best friend Emmett, a human. Atleast the guilt of betrayal wouldn't be eating away at my insides.
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“Yes please.” She begs.
“Then fucking let me in.” I growled, this fury exploding with vengeance. I wanted to destroy her pussy.
It was maddening, it was sickening, it was barbaric.
But I never claimed to be saint.
“Here that baby, that’s the sound of your greedy pussy sucking on my cock. Give me more, drench me.”
“Lazarus.” She moans painfully, “Please let me come.”
I’m doused in gasoline and set alight, sweat coats my skin as I pound into her faster and harder. I’m definitely hurting her, “Wanna come?” I rasped, “Not until I say so.”
Pressing my lips onto hers, pushing my tongue into her mouth until I feel the sweetness of hers. The kiss is sloppy and filthy. She cries as I drive my cock into her, the intensity too much to handle, sweet tears sliding onto her cheeks.
“Fuck yes.” I smile sadistically, licking her tears. “Cry for me Ma Cherie.”
“Please, please let me come My King.” She pleads.
“Say it again.” Lightening shooting down my spine as she begged, “My King, please let me come. I’ll be good.”
I chuckled, “Try your luck to kill me Ma Cherie, I dare you.”

From Slave To Wolf Queen

Her face flushed, her eyes blown in trepidation and rage. She was transcendent at my mercy.


“W-what, I have no connection with them.”


Pressing her cheeks tightly together, puckering her pillowed lips. “Why else would you make those weapons if it wasn’t for them.” I mused.


The nipple clams tighten with each sharp intake. “I-I” She stutters, “No.”


Bellatrix’s skin glistened from the sweat but it’s nothing compared to her drenched pussy, her arousal perfuming the air like cherries dipped in wine. I’m a man of control, but this exquisite porcelain doll was testing that strength.


Maddox salivated for her, something that has never happened before. “Fuck.” He hissed.


Snow-white skin tainted by red lashes that welted, she was keening with pleasure and eager for the pain. I was so fucking hard, fire coursing through my veins. I wanted complete control over her and I had it. Bellatrix body sang for me, something she wouldn’t admit.


Chapter 17 Do You Like Pain