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Raven is not one of my kind, but the moment I caught her scent I knew she belonged to me. She is my mate, and when I claim her, it will not be gentle. She can fight me, but her pleas for mercy as she is punished will soon give way to screams of climax as she is mounted and rutted....

My father arranged for me to marry the heir to the Santorelli crime family, but it was my brutally sexy soon-to-be husband who chased me down and spanked my ass red when I tried to run. By the time I spoke my vows, I'd already come harder than I ever have in my life while this ruthless undercover agent turned mafia boss claimed me right there in the bridal dressing room. But being led down the aisle with his seed slick on my thighs was just the beginning. Because he's not going to be gentle with his bride. Not even on her wedding night.

Nash caught me breaking into his shed while on the run from the mob, and when he demanded answers and obedience, I gave him neither. Then, he took off his belt and taught me in the most shameful way possible what happens to naughty girls who play games with a big, rough marine.

When a gorgeous man with shocking green eyes helped me get my car running in a snowstorm, I didn't expect to end up treating his gunshot wound at my veterinary clinic later that same night. Or for him to take me captive.

When Zachariah Blackwell caught me sneaking into his office to spy on the Obsidian Society, the brutal bastard bent me over his desk and belted my ass before claiming it even more roughly. Then my billionaire boss—the same man I've seen break another man's arm for daring to put his hands on me—told me he was in my house last night. Watching me writhe and moan in my sleep. Hearing me whisper his name as I slid my fingers beneath my panties. Knowing he was ripping my clothes off and ravaging me in my dreams.

They did more than just take me. They shared me. When I lost a bet to three burly oil rig roughnecks, having my bare ass blistered with one of their belts while my wrists were bound with another was just the start of the evening. By the time they were done, I was screaming through every savage climax as they ravaged me thoroughly. I didn't expect to see them again, but then I learned there are things much more shameful than being left with the seed of three infuriatingly sexy brutes still dripping from my well-used body.

For centuries, we have hidden our feral nature, our brute strength, and our carnal instincts. Now, when the savagery of one of our kind risks exposing us all, we should be even more circumspect. But this human is my mate, and nothing will keep me from claiming and ravaging her. She is mine to tame and protect, and if my belt doesn't teach her to obey, then she'll learn her place in a much more shameful fashion. Either way, her surrender will be as complete as it is inevitable.

The moment I saw her picture, I knew she was mine. After years in prison for a crime I didn't commit, the last thing I should be doing is tracking down a woman whose name I was never supposed to know, let alone kidnapping her. But I've put the angel who made my life worth living again in danger, and I'm going to keep her safe whether she likes it or not, even if that means carrying her off and claiming her like a beast. Because even if she doesn't know it yet, she's always been mine.

He made me his before I even knew his name. When a gorgeous brute with piercing eyes and a body meant for sin washed up at my lakeshore beach, everything about him screamed out in warning. But I was still soaking wet and ready for him when he stripped me bare, his mouth, his hands, and his belt all demanding my complete surrender.

Birthdays. I loathed them. Especially when my best friend’s present included a tarot card reading. Skeptical, when I was warned I’d meet a dangerous wolf who would change my life, I laughed. Dating was the last thing on my mind. However, the young woman was right.

When Valerio Royal decided I would be accompanying him to his private island, he didn't ask. He just dragged me onto his plane bound and blindfolded with my ass still sore from a spanking. Then, after he finished making me come until I almost passed out, he asked me to marry him. Supposedly it would be just a temporary arrangement, a way to save his business empire in return for some desperately needed cash for me, but I've seen the look in his eyes when he's inside me.

He doesn't make offers. He makes demands. I should have known better. His proposition was shameful. So shameful I threw my drink in his face when I heard it. Then I saw the look in his eyes, and I knew I'd made a mistake. I fought as he bared me and begged as he spanked me, but it didn't matter. All I could do was moan, scream, and climax helplessly for him as he took everything he wanted from me. By the time I signed the contract, I was already his.

When he came to my aid after a head-on collision that seemed not to have been an accident, Jameson Stark offered me a ride, help with my car, and a job at the most exclusive club in town. He also bared me, spanked me until I knew better than to argue with him again, and then showed me what it means to be in the debt of a billionaire who isn't afraid to take everything he's owed.

Saxon Thornburg is known to the world as a reputable businessman, but I knew his true nature even before he kidnapped, bared, bound, and punished me, and then shamefully ravaged me.

Hope Gracen was just another target to be tracked down...until I caught her. When I discovered I'd been lied to, I carried her off. She'll tell me the truth with her bottom still burning from my belt, but that isn't why she's here.

After serving my country in the Marines, I returned to Missoula determined to live a solitary life. Labeled antisocial, my job as a high mountain tracker suited my needs. When I was tasked to locate another lost hiker, a snowstorm derailed my plans of getting in and out without incident.

I left Missoula to serve my country and came back a bitter, broken man. But when Chastity Garrington made my recovery her personal crusade, I decided I had a mission of my own. Mastering her.

As a single dad, a battle-scarred Marine, and a smokejumper, my life was complicated enough. Then, Wren Tillman showed up in town, full of sass and all but begging for my belt, and what began as a passionate night after I rescued her from a snowstorm quickly became much more.

When I went to an author convention, I didn't expect to find myself enjoying a rooftop meal with the sexiest cover model in the business, let alone screaming his name in bed later that night.

Hardened by years spent in prison for a crime he didn't commit, Edmond Montego is no longer the gentle man I remember. When he came for me, he didn't just take me for the very first time.