Possessive Alpha wolves just take what they want.
And what they want are the innocent young women in this sizzling six-book bundle. The inexperienced young humans are coaxed into surrendering everything to the dominating alpha wolves.
In this anthology, you will find all six of the Wolf Submission series, including:
Anna is eighteen when she meets the man she's supposed to love for the rest of her life. The self-made millionaire is older, more experienced, and a lot bigger than her. She is even more intimidated when she realizes that he is a werewolf. She's heard stories about werewolves sharing their lovers and how huge they can grow. She isn't prepared for him to be so kind and gentle with her, taking his time to make sure she is comfortable with every little development in their lives. Little does she know that he is only conditioning her to accept the changes to come…
When Savannah is asked to accompany her brother’s fiancée to a spa, she thinks of it as an opportunity to relax from her strenuous college classes. What she isn’t expecting is for her masseur to be a werewolf who’s not only ready to massage all the stress from her body, but also introduce some other form of relaxation. Just what kind of spa did her brother’s fiancée bring her to?! She finds out quickly that her future sister-in-law to be into some seriously kinky stuff.
Little Miss Temptress
There is a beautiful young woman in the library who does not look like she belongs there. She would fit better on a painting, perhaps, somewhere safe where nobody else can touch her. Her name, he learns later, is Modesty, and she belongs to another one of his kind. A Werewolf's Mate. A better man would walk away. But he wants her too much to be better.
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Abigail is truly a beauty to behold. Even lovelier in person than in the video he was shown. He drinks her in greedily, memorizing every inch of her perfect pale skin, soft freckles over her chest. She looks younger than eighteen, the baby fat on her cheeks still prominent. She is looking at him with an expression close to awe, though her scent is still heavy with fear. There is arousal there too, sweet and tempting.
He growls, his hand tightening into fists to keep himself from reaching out and touching her. He needs to give her time to adjust, to get used to seeing him first. She is trembling slightly. The room is warm enough that he knows it's not because of the cold. Her hands are bound over her head with soft silk, stretching those lovely limbs up and exposing the long expanse of her neck.
There's a soft blanket draped over her naked body, though it is barely thick enough to cover her at all.
Silk bindings peek from the edges of the blanket and she wriggles on the bed. Her legs are spread wide beneath the blanket. He longs to pull the blanket aside and see what she's hiding.
His gaze drifts upwards, shifting up the curve of her breasts to her neck. He wishes he could leave his marks all over that. There is a gag in her mouth, a round ball gag that she is biting so hard into that it is left with teeth marks.
“Why is she tied up?” he asks, licking his dry lips.
Elias jerks back, stunned by the question. “You requested this,” he says.
He growls. “I requested no such thing.” It is cruel to subject anyone to something without their permission and especially cruel to her given that she's a virgin.
Elias narrows his eyes at him. “The email came from your account.”
He lets out a low growl and checks his phone. “John,” he barks out. The man probably thinks he's doing him a favor. “I apologize.”
Elias shrugs. “It is interesting. She doesn't mind.”
Indeed, she looks quite comfortable being tied up. She's not struggling in her bindings. Instead, the ropes on her wrists and ankles appear to soothe her.
What a delightful little surprise.
He makes a mental note to thank John later. After punishing him for using his account without permission.
“Are you comfortable?” he asks.
She thinks for a moment, and then nods.
The answer stuns him. She doesn't seem to be enjoying the gag, but she's not trying to push it off either, biting around the rubber gag. She is familiar enough with having something shoved in her mouth that she isn't attempting to speak through it.
“She wants to be good for you, don't you baby?”
When she meets his gaze and nods, his breath stutters and he feels a little weak in the knees. It is such a visceral reaction and so unlike him that he finds himself too stunned to move momentarily. She's really quite breathtaking.
She smells like fear and arousal, like anxiety and excitement. Such a juxtaposition of scents. He inhales and holds the breath in his lungs, peering down at her with a hunger in his loins.
Already, he's imagining how good she would look with when she's carrying their pups. She is such a small thing, tied with her legs splayed open on the bed like some sort of virgin sacrifice.
He suppose that's exactly what she is: A virgin sacrifice just for him.