Bad Romance

It feels so good to be stretched like this. I’m so glad my first time is with Mr. Royce. Kevin's dick is hardly thicker than my three fingers, while Mr. Royce's cock more than strains my seams. His hands grip my hips as he finds his rhythm, not too fast and not too slow. The folder on the desk beneath my pelvis is thick enough to rub my clit against, making my pussy flutter, gripping him tightly.

His fingertips bite into my hips. He picks up speed, his thrusts coming harder, his grunts more desperate. He wants to come inside me. I can’t even imagine letting Kevin do that, though I’m sure he would pout about it.

Mr. Royce pulls his dick out all the way, and for a second I think he’s going to do the right thing and come on my back. But at the last second, he shoves it back inside me. It’s like being fucked by a battering ram. He does it a few more times, then spreads my cheeks to press his thumb to my tight back hole.

I rub-rub-rub my pussy against the folders, so turned on I think I might explode. Everything about this moment is forbidden, from the man who's fucking me to how he's going about it.

The pressure builds between my thighs until I can't hold back. I come, quick and sharp like a slap. My boss must feel it, too, because he's fucking me so hard it hurts. I love it. I want to remember this feeling for the rest of the week, every time I sit down.

Mr. Royce’s pelvis spanks my ass with every thrust, making my already sore bottom prickle. “Fuck, Lily, I'm gonna come.”

I can already feel his cock pulsing.

"Wait,” I beg. “I’m not on the pill—"

He groans. His cock slams into me and his rhythm slows. Wet heat coats my pussy and drips out onto his files. He pushes inside me as far as he can and then waits there until he softens and slips out.

I'm too exhausted and overwhelmed to do more than sigh.

Mr. Royce kisses my shoulder and slides a hand between my thighs to coat two fingers in his cum, which he uses to massage my asshole. He pushes a finger inside. I moan; there’s not a single part of me he hasn’t penetrated.

"That’s my good girl," he says, and my face flushes.

"Thank you, Mr. Royce.” I smile, then tense. “Does this mean I get to keep my job?"

“No.”

My hopes plummet. “Why not?”

“Because you’ve been promoted. Your new position is bent over my desk, like you are now. And your new title is Boss’s Favorite Fucktoy.” He points to the McKenzie file scattered across the floor. “Now get on your hands and knees and clean up your mess.”

I don’t even have to force the words, “Right away, sir.”

Pack Master’s Princess

“I won’t do it, Rex,” I said. “You can’t make me.”

A sigh racked my Pack Master’s chest as he reached across the bedspread to squeeze my knee. “I’m afraid you have no choice, Taryn.”

“Like hell I don’t.” I pushed up from the bed to stand in the center of my room. “This is my home. I’m not leaving. Not now, not ever.”

Rex smoothed a hand down his bearded face, his gaze sober. I’d been living under his roof long enough to know his mannerisms; he didn’t want to be having this conversation any more than I did. “The treaty between packs was signed long before you came into this world. You were born into a pure bloodline, and that bloodline must be protected.”

“So what, now that I’m nineteen you’re just going to ship me off to the next pack? Nice to know you, pup, now go be a breeder?”

“It’s not that simple, Taryn.”

No, it wasn’t that simple. But that didn’t make it fair.

It had been a dry breeding season. All but one of the females—of which there were only three—had miscarried, and the only living offspring was another male. If we couldn’t birth more pups, Rex’s sons—my best friends and brothers by proximity if not by blood—would eventually be forced to find human mates, thus thinning our ancient bloodline.

The fate of the pack quite literally rested between my legs.

My father had served as Pack Master for five short years before he was shot by hunters. When Rex took his place, he could’ve easily tossed me aside. Instead, he welcomed me into his family and raised me up as his own.

As the only female born to a Pack Master, I was forbidden to mate with anyone besides another

pureblood. But the only way to ensure our numbers was with an exchange: me for a pureblooded female from the neighboring pack across the river. She would mate with Rex and his sons, and I would do the same with her father and brothers. That was how it was done, how it’s always been done.