start with chapter 1Content warning: this story contains adult incest and MPREG
Nor woke with a jolt, his eyes gritty, his mind caught in the remnants of a nightmare. He jerked upright, flooded with a fear he couldn’t identify the reason for until his empty arms supplied the answer. Whatever he’d been dreaming about, the reality was worse. Toby was pregnant, he was the father, and now Toby was gone. Continue reading
Ari scrolled through the menus on the screen hanging high on his bedroom wall, keeping one eye on the man next to him as he did. Joel was chewing on his thumb, showing more interest in it than in which program Ari chose, even though it’d been his idea to put something on. They were in matching foam chairs, low to the floor, Joel’s the same bright blue as his eyes, Ari’s a forest green that didn’t match his own brown eyes at all, and Ari could’ve reached right over and touched him except they were only friends and that would be weird. Continue reading
start with chapter 1Content warning: this story contains adult incest and MPREG
“I don’t understand it.” Mama didn’t just seem confused. She seemed worried. Nor wished he could reassure her that Toby was fine without giving away their secret, but he couldn’t. “You’ve always been so healthy.”
“I still am,” Toby insisted. “Don’t I look healthy?” he appealed to the table. No one could deny it. If anything, he looked healthier than ever, his fur glossier, his eyes brighter, an extra fullness to his face and some padding on his hips, as if he’d grown the rest of the way up in the month since they’d been back from up north. Nor had never been very good at keeping his eyes off his little brother, but now it was impossible. Continue reading
start with chapter 1Content warning: this story contains adult incest and MPREG
Nor didn’t know whether to thank the weather gods or to curse them. There’d been no lightning since the night Toby crawled into his bed seeking comfort and offering pleasure in return. Storms of that magnitude were rare in Scottsdale, which meant there was no reason for Toby to come again. Nor had told him as much, using his best alpha voice to be sure he was obeyed—told him that what they’d done together was wrong and dangerous.
If only he could believe it himself. Continue reading
This story features Blake and Vadim from Pledged, but it can be enjoyed as a standalone. Content warning for harsh S/M including CBT. If you don’t know what CBT is, it might not be for you!
Technically, Blake made it to the Delta Iota Kappa house in plenty of time. He hung out on the stone wall in the courtyard with some of the guys from his pledge class, whiling away the last few minutes before the mandatory house meeting. November had the sun fading quickly, a visual reminder that the clock was ticking. Xiang stood up with a joke about the consequences of being late, and rather than follow him inside, Blake dallied long enough to stroll into the meeting so far past starting time that his tardiness couldn’t help but be noticed. His goal? To receive exactly the consequences Xiang had joked about.
Today that goal would be realized. Blake was about to be paddled. Continue reading
Did you read chapter 1 yet?Content warning: this story contains adult incest
Nor liked looking at Toby more than anything—more than bluebells in a spring meadow, more than an impressive set of points on a buck he’d brought down, more than chipmunks quarreling with each other over a nut or a fresh coat of new-fallen snow blanketing the woods in white. Continue reading
“Westfield Firehouse, Paul speaking.”
“Hi, um, is this the fire department?”
“Uh huh.” Paul rubbed lazily across his belly, feeling out the muscle there. Firefighters had a reputation for being fit, but it was hard to eat healthy at the firehouse thanks to all the junk food around the place. If one of the company wasn’t bringing in goodies, then ladies were dropping by with baked goods. Paul liked baked goods. He just didn’t like ladies.
At least, not the way they wanted him to. Continue reading
Content warning: this story contains adult incest
Fangs and claws were great for taking down prey, but for skinning and butchering, human hands worked better. In Nor’s twenty-five years on earth, he’d butchered maybe two hundred and fifty deer, so he made quick work of this one. It was a beaut, though. His stomach growled just looking at it, but a good alpha didn’t eat until his pack had fed, and Mama and Papa had raised him to be a good alpha. Someday he’d have a mate, pups, maybe a whole pack, and he wanted to be worthy of them. Continue reading
When Rex got back from the bar with Martin’s froufrou drink and his own bottle of beer, he found his friend’s attention fixed on a nearby table.
“Who’s that?” Martin asked with a nudge. He picked up the fruity concoction he’d made Rex order and drank from it using the tiny cocktail straw, being intentionally provocative if Rex were to guess. That was Martin—intentionally provocative—but they weren’t in New York City today. Today they were at the bar closest to Rex’s ranch, and the man Martin was ogling was his nearest neighbor. Continue reading
I meet myself at a keg party.
Leaning against a counter in an over-bright frat house kitchen, a red Solo cup of the usual half-warm, half-flat, thoroughly-awful beer in hand, listening to my bestie Lydia babble about all the babes in the room as I scan it in pursuit of my own next victim, I see myself. Not in a mirror, though it almost could be, but in a man. Continue reading