Knots #1-In Knots
Jesse is in search of a night of passion. One that includes being spanked, tied up, and at another man’s mercy. It’s a good thing that Knots, his club of choice, has everything he’s lusting for, and more.
Nicholas, an alpha wolf who’s so gorgeous that his good looks should be legal, is going to be the Dom to give it to him.
Pages: 23 ~ Words: 4905
First story in the paranormal knots series, this book features a human who loves ouchies and his wolf mate who loves delivering spankings.
Some clubs come off seedy. Lights too dim, drinks watered down, Doms who are nothing more than posers in leather. Others are too high class, specified dress and quiet whispers. ‘Knots’ was all of those things and none of them at the same time. And of course, the whole thing was run by wolves. One wolf in particular.
Nicholas surveyed his domain, inhaling the woodsy scent of his pack as they meandered through the club, stroking this sub and that, beating and tying and hurting and soothing at the same time.
All males. All of them.
Nick ran the only gay pack in Arizona and he liked it that way. Liked having wolves around him that ran the way he did. It didn’t hurt that wolves, in general, were gorgeous creatures, all muscle and growls when they were dominated.
And after one hundred and sixty-two years, he hated it.
He hated the big bad wolves with their big bad attitudes; even when they were a submissive, they fought hard.
Betas, all of them, some lower on the totem pole than others. The lowly of the low were strapped to tables, lowered to their knees or secured to a Saint Andrew’s cross.
He sauntered through his domain, running his fingers over a kneeling Adam. “So pretty,” he whispered, admiring the perfectly placed, neatly spaced, glowing red stripes lining the wolf’s back.
“Thank you, Master.” Adam murmured.
Nick felt his cock twitch at the low response, the title he was given. True, he was the master of the entire domain, but knowing and hearing were two entirely different things.
“Care to play, Adam?” He crouched behind the kneeling form and traced the stripes, enjoying the heat emanating from the welts rising over the skin. They’d be gone in short order, a wolf’s body healing easily from the pain inflicted.
He hated that too; wanted his marks of ownership to last and last and last. For days if possible. Only way to mark one of his own was to use a silver tipped whip and then the marks would be permanent. No middle ground with his kind. Unfortunately.
Adam’s head jerked up for a moment, his excitement at playing with Nick visible. The sub’s cock hardened before his eyes, visage sparkling with lust and drool nearly dribbling down the man’s chin. Then his training took hold and he lowered his head once again. “Yes Sir.”
Before Nick could say another word, though, he caught the scent his wolf had been waiting for. Over one hundred years and the man just waltzed into his club.