Beauty and the Beasts (available now at Loose Id)

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For centuries the Kingdom of Drayzlake has been divided between the humans and the wolves. But when a wolf crosses the Divide and bites the humans’ princess, all hell breaks loose. With wolven blood now running in her veins, Princess Abigail is forced to mate with a wolf every full moon. What she doesn’t realize is that she is mating with two wolves rather than one. Caine and Stavros are identical twins and soon-to-be Alphas of their pack. And they’re tired of taking turns.

So on one moonlit night after another vigorous mating session, Abigail finds herself kidnapped to the wolves’ quarters. Trapped in their fort she can’t deny the two beasts who desire her so, and locked between their powerful bodies she can hardly remember her own name. But it soon becomes clear that these sexual games are as dangerous as they are delicious. Because Caine and Stavros don’t just want her for the full moon…

They don’t just want her for the full moon…they want her forever

On a wintry night in Drayzlake Forest, Princess Abigail stepped down from her carriage and looked up at the full moon. A light breeze whipped around her and pushed her hair back from her face. She’d worn her chocolate-colored curls loose tonight. The wolf had requested it the last time they’d been together.

I want to trail my fingers through your hair while I fuck you, he’d said before she’d left the cave to return to the castle. I want to bend you over and clutch those silken strands as I thrust my cock inside your tight little cunt.

Heat bloomed in her cheeks at the memory. Coarse words dripped from his devil mouth like honey. A year ago, she hadn’t known what he was referring to when he mentioned pussy or cock or fuck. Now, she understood and the knowledge had wet heat pooling between her thighs.

What would her soon-to-be-prince think if he knew his future wife engaged in midnight dalliances with a wolf every full moon?

“Princess?”

Abigail blinked out of her thoughts and glanced at Jacintha, the white witch who accompanied her on these monthly trips into the woods. “I’m ready.”

The buxom redhead nodded and led her slowly through the thick foliage. Branches and nettles tugged at Abigail’s dress and scratched her skin through the woolen material. She glanced up at the moon, which was now partly covered by a wisp of cloud, although its light still shone bright over the forest.

A wolf howled in the distance, the sound cutting through the stillness of the night. She tightened her fingers around Jacintha’s soft hand. Being a full moon, the wolves would be in their beastly form. The witch would keep her safe from any danger, but fear still clawed at her throat when she remembered the attack. A year ago, a wolf had crossed the Divide which separated the wolves from the humans and had bitten her in the castle gardens. As wolven blood now tainted her own, her body required a mate every full moon to keep her alive.

As they started up the hill toward the wolf’s cave, the dirt beneath her feet became gravelly stones. Her pulse quickened and she wet her lips, eyeing the cave that lay so close. Only a few more feet to go.

“You are excited, I believe,” Jacintha noted in a tone that was soft and lilting. She found Abigail’s eyes, and she inclined her head, a smile playing on her full lips. “It is no sin, Princess, to anticipate what lies before you.”

Abigail lowered her eyes from Jacintha’s knowing gaze, noticing, not for the first time, how encouraging Jacintha always seemed when it came to this situation. Almost as if she wanted Abigail to enjoy her time with the wolf. It was actually because of Jacintha that this routine had been put in place. After the attack, the kingdom had been on the brink of a civil war, but Jacintha had handled negotiations between King Frederick and Alpha Lyson until they reached an agreement. The humans would not declare war on the wolves as long as they provided a mate for Abigail on every full moon.

Too soon, they stood before the rocky entrance to the cave. Abigail pressed her lips together as a sudden onslaught of lust ripped through her body, and then she took the glowing key from Jacintha’s hand. The wolf would be the only one of his kind to be in human form tonight, and it was all because of the witch’s magic. The shackles holding the wolf were magically reinforced to keep him from changing as the full moon rose. Once the moon was in the sky, the urge to change form passed, and it was safe to unlock him. Only this key could do it.

Gripping the enchanted key in her sweaty palm, she left Jacintha behind and let darkness enclose her. She didn’t need to see what was in front of her to know where she was going. By now, she knew the twists and turns of this cave like the back of her very own hand.

She turned right at the first sharp corner and the soft glow of firelight came into sight. The flickering on the cave’s walls acted like a beacon. Her steps grew quicker, sharper with the sudden increase of desire, and her anxiety faded, left behind with all thoughts of Jacintha and her father and princesslike behavior. She wasn’t here to play the good little royal.

No. She was here to mate.

She paused at the final corner and breathed deeply through her nose. Her breasts rose and fell, and she willed strength into her shaking legs. What would he do to her tonight? What would he say?

She gave her head a quick shake. What does it matter what he does or says? He was just a beast, and she was here for one reason and one reason only — release. Why did her mind and body always insist on making more of it?

Rolling back her shoulders, she rounded the corner, and her breath caught in her throat at the sight of him.

Heavy chains locked the beast against the rocky wall, holding back his muscular arms, leaving him bare to her gaze. His head was bowed, and the disheveled black hair that reached his shoulders fell forward, casting his face in shadow. Abigail’s hungry eyes roamed the high cheekbones and the dark stubble covering his strong jaw, and she longed to feel the short hairs graze her fingertips. Then she dropped her gaze to his delectable body and bit back a moan as wet heat flooded her pussy.

His nakedness filled her vision, stole her breath. How large he was. Those broad shoulders, so wide and squared, made her knees tremble. She itched to reach out and touch the wall of his chest, to feel the muscles bunch beneath his smooth, golden skin. She shook her head in amazement. No matter how many times she saw him naked and powerless and waiting to fuck her, the sight still sucked the strength from her limbs.

Taking a step closer, she noticed how his skin glistened with sweat, and she ached to slide against him. He had told her once that the sweat and the tension in his muscles were the result of the exertion it took to resist the change as a full moon rose in the sky. She didn’t know much about the wolven people, but she knew it required a lot of power to remain in the form of a man when the full moon called, even with the help of Jacintha’s shackles.

Yes, you are a powerful being, aren’t you, Wolf? Her eyes followed the trail of dark hair that reached from his navel to his groin and she licked her lips. The long, thick cock jutting from his body proved that power. That one organ held the means to turn her into a quivering, screaming puddle of desire if he so wished it.

The clang of metal on metal made her jerk backward. Feeling awkward and clumsy, she looked up and found him watching her from beneath hooded lids, a wicked smile quirking the corner of his mouth.

He tilted his head to the chains he’d rattled. “I needed to catch your attention, Princess. You appeared quite entranced by my cock.”