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"Crawl to Daddy on your hands and knees, little whore. I want to see you beg for this d*ck before I split you open and breed that dripping c*nt." * Daddy's Naughty Pet is a collection for readers who are tired of vanilla bullshit and want stories about people who fuck like their lives depend on it. Five chapters each of the raunchiest, most depraved scenarios that'll make you wet, hard, and wondering what's wrong with you for loving it. The stepmom who "accidentally" walks in on her stepson jerking off and decides to help. The personal assistant who schedules "meetings" that are really just fuck sessions on the conference table. The priest who breaks his vows with a parishioner in the confessional. The doctor who gives very hands-on examinations. The landlord who demands payment in pussy. The mechanic who test-drives more than cars. The massage therapist with wandering hands. The yoga instructor who teaches flexible positions for other reasons. The lifeguard who performs mouth-to-mouth that turns into face-fucking. The uber driver who takes a detour. Every character is controlled by their cravings. The married woman sneaking out to get railed by her ex because her husband's dick doesn't satisfy. The college girl who fucks her entire fraternity in one night. The businessman who keeps a submissive locked in his penthouse. These stories don't have plot—they have positions. No character development—just hole development. No emotional connection—just physical fucking that leaves them sore, sticky, and immediately ready for round two. Expect: Every depraved kink you can imagine and some you didn't know existed. This collection is shameless, filthy, degenerate smut with zero redeeming qualities. And that's exactly why you'll devour every word. Ready! Now flip that page like the good little girl you are.

Trigger Warning: This story includes sensitive themes such as sexual assault and a suicide attempt. These elements may be upsetting for some readers. Please read with care. On the night of her forced mating ceremony, Elara did the unthinkable. She ran. Promised to the future Alpha of Silvermoon, she thought fate had finally smiled on her. Until her mate, Kael, rejected her in front of the entire pack, trading their bond for a political alliance. Heartbroken and humiliated, Elara disappeared without a trace, vowing never to return. But fate isn’t done with them yet. Years later, a brutal war among the packs forces Elara out of hiding. Injured and desperate, she seeks shelter in the last place she'd ever imagined. Kael’s territory. Except he’s no longer just the cruel heir. He’s Alpha now... and he wants her back. For her safety, she must stay in his home. For her pride, she must guard her heart. But Kael has secrets about the rejection, the night she ran, and the truth behind their bond. Is it too late for a second chance? Or will the Alpha lose the one thing he never knew he needed? Find out in The Run, Little Mate

Spoiled Alpha's son, Caleb Grant, is shocked to discover his fated mate roaming lost and alone in the forest. She's human, and she's still a child. Confused and disappointed, Caleb is compelled to protect the vulnerable human, who assumes he's nothing more than a regular wolf. In this tale of fantasy and adventure, Caleb learns to appreciate that soulmates can be friends before they can become lovers, leading a double life as Alpha to the Lakewood pack, and Ruby's beloved pet, Storm. Tragedy forces them apart, and as Ruby reaches her 18th birthday, the time has come for Caleb to reveal his secret. Will Ruby accept the man as she did the wolf, or is their love doomed to fail?

"I, Primitivo Alexander O' Cleirigh, accept you—where are you going, woman?!" "Enough, Fluffy. Or I'll get you back on a leash." --- Soraya takes the kid she babysits to an animal shelter to get her first puppy. Of all the dogs she could pick, the little girl chooses the aloof massive dog. It turns out that the dog is a werewolf who comes to the mortal world to find the mate he's been looking for hundreds of years, and it's the babysitter. Primitivo is frustrated to have to travel to another world for his mate and to find out she's a human, to say the least. Yet he cannot complain as the mating process becomes a life-and-death situation. She's crazy to think he's crazy. Primo's trying to be patient with her. He's a tyrant in his world, and he doesn't want to show that early on to his mate and risk scaring her. Soon, he will love his stay in her world, but time is ticking in his world and his pack without their Alpha. He must take her to Agartha to bear his heir before the second full moon — or risk going extinct.

When she drove home that night after a long day at work, Mikayla found a mysterious young man lying injured in her parking lot, bloodied and robbed. She rushed him to a hospital. She shockingly found out he had lost all his memories. The handsome young man couldn’t even remember his name. Mikayla let him stay at her place for a day with the expectation that he would leave the next day. The workaholic bank executive didn’t have time to care for any random stranger. But the young man insisted on staying. To drive him away, Mikayla gave an ultimatum. He could stay only if he agreed to be her pet. With a jovial attitude and not many options, he agreed and let her name him Davey, her new pet. After the contract was made, they gradually found out Davey’s identity when his model friend approached him and asked how he was preparing for the upcoming Paris Fashion Week. Who was Davey really? Will this strange relationship work out? Find out in ‘My Pet is a Model’.

On a stormy night during the apocalypse, my own mother threw me out of the house while I was burning with fever, along with my husky, so my little brother would have a better chance of surviving. She shouted through the crack in the door, “Take that useless mutt and go die somewhere. Stop wasting your brother’s food!” I huddled in a pile of trash with my dog in my arms, convinced I was going to die. Then my husky suddenly spoke. “Host’s vital signs critically low. Infinite Supply Search System activated.” “Supermarket warehouse one hundred meters ahead. Three thousand freeze-dried meals detected.” “Pharmacy five hundred meters to the left. Five hundred boxes of antibiotics detected.” Three days later, I’d built a fortress with packs of dogs and mountains of supplies. I sat inside eating steak and watching the show. Outside the barbed wire, my mother and brother were on their knees, fighting each other over half a piece of moldy bread. I smiled. “Mom, even dogs wouldn’t eat that. Better savor it.”