Under a Breeding Moon...
When Jasmine St. Paul meets the wild, mysterious, and half-savage Sebastien deep in a Louisiana bayou, there are two things about him that she just can’t believe. First, he was a stunning guy, muscular, gentle, and for some reason, he wants her so bad she can taste it. The other thing is that Sebastien is a werewolf caught up in a dangerous game of survival. After being initiated into the pack, Sebastien entrusts her with a mission: she must find the secret to the wolves’ curse, and free them before it’s too late!
Join Jasmine as she encounters raw, passionate, savage eroticism, the awakening of her own sexuality, comes across the only things in the swamp more savage than the werewolves, and begins to unravel the secret to saving a world she never knew to exist until she walked straight inside it! Are you ready to be ravished UNDER A BREEDING MOON?
Warning: This 17900 word shape-shifting erotic sizzler pulls no punches in bringing you the hottest tale this side of the bayou. Jasmine experiences multiple partner sex, double penetration, rough oral sex, hard bondage, scratching, biting, internal climaxes, rough and passionate lovemaking, and a very, very strong sense of self preservation.
A taste of the tale:
I can’t help but take another breath that sticks in my chest. I can barely keep my eyes open.
His hands go to my hips, grip me to him, so hard I can’t move.
I don’t want to move.
I don’t want to run.
For the first time since arriving in this weird stretch of forest, I feel like I’m home.
All I want is for Sebastien’s promise to be real, to never have to be without him.
Outside the cave, somewhere in the distance, his subordinates howl, their voices piercing the night. Looking back, first at where he enters me, then at his face, I see that the pack’s sound brings him comfort.
“When you wake up,” he says as sweat that looks like quicksilver runs down his chest, “you’ll be alone. Don’t be afraid. I’ll never leave you. But there’s something we have to do.”
Before I say anything, my body clenches around him in a climax that threatens to take my consciousness, or wake me from sleep if this is a dream – I still can’t tell – and his hands curl around me, squeezing so hard I feel bruises.
“Don’t forget what I told you.” He whispers as a green twinge appears around the edges of my vision. “Don’t forget.”
He takes a breath.
I feel his kiss on the back of my neck, then behind my ear.
“Don’t forget.” His whisper fades into the night. A moment later, all I can sense is what’s left of his sweat on my skin, and his scent lingering in the air.