Mastering the Beast, book three in my Taming the Beast series, is now available for preorder!
Surrender is the only option she desires.
Taming the Beast, Book 3
No one believes that under the tough attitude and schoolgirl fashion sense, reformed
demon Zoe burns for a man, love, and sex. She keeps those urges on ice and well hidden.
She sold her soul for a guy once, and all it got her was a one-way ticket to Hell.
Her job, keeping supernatural creatures in line at From Crud to Stud, is all work and
no play. Until she’s saddled with a trio of new enforcers who ooze so much sexual heat she’s
afraid to be on the same planet with them.
Stefin, Anatol, and Taro try to contain their laughter as their adorable new boss tries
to lay down the law. Apparently, no one told her they don’t take orders. They give them.
And they’re determined to smooth her rough edges and tame her beast with acts so wanton
they’ll make her scream—for more.
Talk about all hell breaking loose. Surrender won’t come easily, but given their devilish
charm and her aching need, her journey to submission is one done deal.
Warning: Contains an unholy trio of demons who don’t like to take turns. Break room…
snacking. After-hours…training sessions. In other words, a sensual ride on the pleasure express. Features m/f/m/m sex in every flavor except vanilla. Bring. It. On.
One more step and she’d be smack in front of them, close enough to kiss or do something more.
Stefin’s grin had already faded while the pinpoints of light in his eyes burned brightly, some might say hornily. Anatol lost his preoccupied look and met her gaze, his expression expectant. Taro lowered his hand and leaned closer.
So did she, only to stop. What are you doing?
Startled that she kept losing control so easily, Zoe backed up. They followed as one, like the damn Rockettes.
Their musk and intense heat enveloped her. In another second, they’d all burst into flames from too much carnal hunger. Once they’d satisfied their basest urges, they’d ignore her and pounce on other women. Possibly Heather, maybe even Becca or Constance. That’s just the way guys were with someone as ordinary as she was, and Zoe knew it. Been there, done that.
“Hold it.” Panting, she held up her palm to stop their advance.
They edged closer, their breaths warming her fingers.
Unsettled, she dropped her hand and stepped back once more. “I’m in charge here.”
Stefin’s smile was broad and patronizing.
At any other time, that would have made her batshit crazy. Right now, Zoe couldn’t manage a hell of a lot of anger, she was far too busy fighting pressing need. As if Stefin knew, he kept advancing while she didn’t have anywhere else to go. Her desk was in the way.
She considered crawling on top of it but couldn’t. Stefin had already trapped her with his body and size.
“How you smoke,” he said, his thick accent rasping the words, his voice so deep the sounds vibrated in her belly.
Zoe’s knees sagged, bumping his.
His complexion darkened even more, his expression nearly feral with a demon’s lust. “I know why.”
She nodded then stopped. “Why what?”
“Why you’re smoking as you are. I know the reason.”
“And I agree with what you want,” he added.
She stared. He was actually conceding victory and would follow all her orders from now—
Zoe’s thoughts paused as he slipped his arm around her waist, drawing her into his solid chest, nothing but hard slabs of muscle that made her skin tingle. He pressed his hips to hers, his cock blossoming against her cunt.
All the spit in Zoe’s mouth dried up. She would have protested but couldn’t seem to form words.
Stefin pressed one of her smoking tresses to his nose and inhaled for a long moment, his expression dreamy. “How delightful.” He made an indecent noise filled with lust. “I’ve never known another demon who flirted like this.”
Like what? Who the fuck was flirting? Zoe was already light years past flirting and was straight into reckless desire. Without thinking, she wreathed her arms around his impossibly broad shoulders and pressed her body to his, a purr quivering her throat.
He grinned rakishly. “Now you’ll see who’s boss.”
His lips were silky and hot against hers, his stubble oh so masculine as it scoured her skin. He pulled her close, held her tightly and speared his tongue into her mouth.
Zoe sagged against him, adoring his sinfully rich scent and impressive bulk. Even so, it was no match for his decadent flavor that spoke of the depths of Hell, sinful nights, shameless need.
He plundered her mouth, his passion demanding that she suckle his tongue. She did quite brazenly, not recognizing the sounds that poured from her. A delicate whimper. A feminine moan. Noises that a submissive makes.
What in the hell was happening to her?
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