The Beast Men's Mare (monster menage) (Bred by the Beastmen Book 4)

Beautiful, self-assured Gina Templeton was the host of an award-winning cryptozoology television show, but has been taken prisoner by the very creatures she once sought to film.

Will she be able to keep the muscle-bound, savage, and strangely beautiful monsters who captured her satisfied long enough for her noble mate, Kalak, to save her from the rampaging beasts who have her bound and caged?

Explicit, raw, exciting sexual content, a massive gangbang, rough breeding themes, and with a happy-ever-after you’ll never forget, this sizzling erotic short story is meant for readers 18 and over.

Excerpt:

As smooth as running quicksilver, Boros the Black crossed the space between us and took my arm roughly in his hand, yanking me to my feet. In the moon’s silver light, I could see the outline of his awful face and his huge, muscled arms and shoulders. The hard black hair that gave Boros his name rasped against my skin, raising goose bumps wherever he touched.

“Boros, I...”

“Quiet.”

I tried to keep calm as his callused hands dragged from my naked waist to my neck. The heat inside me that rose when he entered began to bubble up and turn my flesh red with desire. He sniffed the air in three quick snorts, then a long deep one.

“I smell you in the air,” he said.

Something about his voice, the gravely desire underneath his words, it made me want him despite my misgivings. As strange as it was, I felt connected to Kalak and his tribe. Though he shared me with his sons, that act was somehow different.

But, I drew a breath and trembled as I exhaled. With one of his massive hands around my waist and the other tangled in my hair, Boros turned to face the moon and I felt a shudder creep through me as desire burned deep within.

My cage was on three sides made of wood lashed together, which were joined to the side of a flat rock face.

He moved closer to me and pulled my body against his. His cock running between my legs stoked the fire in my core. His rough, hard fingers slid from my waist to my chest and rasped over my sweetly aching nipples. Since he last forced himself inside me, with my back arched against him and my pussy yearning for his hardness, my entire body seemed to prickle with every breath I took.

“Mmm,” he moaned from low in his throat. “What kind of witch are you?”
“Witch?”

“I have,” he said as he slid his hand to my shoulder. “I have had many mates. But you seem to cast a spell over me.”

A smile played across my lips. The hand on my shoulder pushed me, gently urging me to go to my knees. I knelt in front of the great Boros and felt his heat beside my face. In the darkness he was almost invisible except when he turned into the moon. But I had him enough to know exactly how long and how hard his cock was as I ran my hands up his muscled thighs and embraced his girth with my eager fingers.