The mating urge is sated on free Friday

I hope you enjoy today’s offering! Happy reading! ~Mo

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She waited poised at the edge of the wood, inhaling deeply she took in the myriad of scents around her trying to pinpoint the smell that warned of danger. As she separated the familiar scents in her mind she found the one that didn’t belong.
A growl sounded deep in her throat, other cats did not belong in her woods, especially male cats. This was her territory and she didn’t share.
She gave a warning cry, yowling deep from within her chest. The cry rang out echoing through the heavily wooded area.
“You do not dictate to me little cat,” a deep male voice spoke from directly above her making her jump backwards and hiss.
She glared up at the intruder, “Leave!”
He smiled and leapt from the tree to land lightly on his feet right in front of where she stood. “As I told you, you will not dictate to me.”
Growling again she arched her back as she stepped warily around him giving him a wide berth. “I don’t want you here.”
“What you want and what you need are two different things little cat. Something I will take great pleasure in teaching you.” He told her softly as he stalked towards her.
“You will teach me nothing!” she spat as she turned to walk away.
He caught her by the arm and spun her to face him, “I have not dismissed you little cat.”
When she hissed again he merely smiled again and ran a hand lightly down her arm, causing gooseflesh to spring up as she shivered in response. “Don’t!”
He pulled her close to his body, rubbing against her with a sound that sound suspiciously like a purr. Her heart began to beat faster in her chest and she fought the urge to arch into his male heat. What was wrong with her?
“Let me go!” she cried pulling desperately against his hold in an effort to free herself.
A big hand stroked over her hair and down the side of her face, “I cannot pet. I am afraid neither of us will be entirely free again.”
“No!” she pulled her arms away in a burst of strength and began to beat on his chest. “I won’t have it! I don’t want it!”
He crooned to her and pulled her back against his body where she collapsed against him with a sob as tears of confusion began to fall down her cheeks. “It is the way of things little cat. The way of our people. You belong to me and I belong to you.”
“I don’t cry!” she stated, even as the tears continued to fall unchecked.
He smiled indulgently as he wiped her tears away with his thumbs. “I have waited so long for you my little cat.”
She glared, “I haven’t been waiting for you.”
He laughed, “I know. It was a big joke God played on the male of our species to make the female completely independent until she met her mate. While we spend our lives incomplete until we find the only female that fills in the empty places. Every female fighting as her destined mate tames her to his hand.”
“You will never tame me!” she said passionately.
“It has already begun,” he told her simply.
In a fit of pique she bit him on the hand and broke free of his hold tearing at her clothing as she ran and began to shift. The female jaguar would run free and carry her away from this big confusing male.
However, her cat didn’t run. Instead she stalked slowly back towards the male and flopped on the ground on her belly, looking over her shoulder as she raised her hind quarters and lifted her tail to the side with an impatient yowl.
The male grinned broadly as he approached the hussy, “See little cat, your cat recognizes me as your mate and wants to be claimed. You can’t fight us both.”
She shifted again into her human form, wishing it didn’t leave her naked as she rose from the ground. “My cat doesn’t make the decisions! I do!”
He caught her firmly before she could run again as he went down on one knee and pulled her face down across it. “First things first little cat. You will not bite me with anything other than affection.”
She cried out in outrage as his broad palm clapped down on her upturned bottom again and again until it felt like he’d taken a blow torch to her ass and she was sure she’d never sit again. Perversely, her pussy grew wetter with every swat swelling and beginning to ache for his possession.
“The scent of your arousal intoxicates me.” He told her as his hand stroked over her hot bottom and slipped between her cheeks to play in the wetness he found there.
She moaned loudly arching her hips in an effort to bring his questing fingers close to where she needed them most. He urged her off of his leg and she got down on her hands and knees looking at him over her shoulder as she spread her legs wide.
He didn’t disappoint her quickly stripping his clothes he rose behind her catching her hips in hard palms as he speared his cock to her depths in one sure thrust. He caught her around the waist and pulled her up against his back as he drove in and out of her hard and fast.
His hands came up to cup her breasts, tweaking at her nipples as her head fell back against his shoulder to offer her neck. Taking the invitation to mark her as his, his teeth sank into the flesh where her shoulder and neck met as his pistoning cock drove her pleasure higher and higher.
“Mate!” she cried as her climax exploded through her.
His echoing cry rent through the air as he emptied his seed into her womb. They collapsed to the ground as their bodies wound together in a tangle of arms and legs…spent…sated…mated.
As sleep over took them the sound of two cats purring filled the night.


Jack Crosby and Jay Elise are getting wild in here!

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After her father’s gambling addiction finally catches up with him and his debts put her life in danger as well, Emy Forester is forced to go into hiding in Juneau, Alaska. Planning to start a new life, she finds a job at a local pub, and it is there that she first sets eyes on Tobias Wyatt.

Tobias is unlike any man Emy has ever met. The former game warden is as rugged, harsh, and uncompromising as the Alaskan wilderness he calls home. He is the kind of man a woman obeys unless she wants to feel his belt across her bare backside. The thought of belonging to Tobias should terrify her, but instead it leaves Emy’s heart racing and her panties soaked.

When Emy lets her curiosity get the better of her and flirts with Tobias one time too many, she ends up spanked until she is sobbing. Despite her blushing cheeks and sore bottom, however, his rough, dominant lovemaking proves more satisfying than she would have thought possible, and an intense, passionate romance quickly ignites between them.

Over the coming weeks, Tobias sets out to teach Emy the proper respect for the dangers of this wild, untamed land. But the men who killed her father haven’t stopped looking for her. When Tobias learns that Emy has been lying to him about her identity, will it destroy the bond they’ve built together, or will he forgive her deception and take it upon himself to protect her?

Publisher’s Note: Rules of the Wild includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.



Emy was below deck when I got back to the boat. She sat on the bed and didn’t make a peep when I entered, although her eyes went wide and skittish.

“Pants and panties around your ankles. Now.”

She got up and unbuttoned her jeans. The motion of her wiggling her hips out of her clothes was quite arousing. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the time or the place. I sat on the bed beside her, pulling her across my lap and trapping her legs beneath one of mine.

“You know why you’re about to be punished, don’t you?”

“I overstepped my place, didn’t I, sir?”

“Yep.” No sooner did I agree with her than did my hand laid into her ass. This wasn’t a casual love tap; this was a whack that signaled who was in control, always.

“And do you deserve to be disciplined?”

“Yes, sir,” Emy whimpered.

The second cuff caught the side of her tempting roundness. The skin tinged pink the moment the palm of my hand caught it. She lay there, still and not uttering a word, taking the punishment I was giving her. Emy was a tough girl for a lower forty-eighter. Even for an Alaskan, I realized. A third spank hit the exact same spot as the second, deepening the color. Not quite red, but for a start, it was getting my point across.

Her ass was propped up in the air, nestled against my stirring cock and turning me on more with each subsequent swat, but I stayed the course. The next three spanks produced a cracking noise that echoed through the empty hull just below us. After the third one, I stopped for a moment, hoping to impart a lesson.

“As captain of the ship, when we are on official business, my word is law. That goes whether we are on land or sea.”

“I know, sir,” she whispered contritely.

“Yet you broke the only rule that truly matters, my little mutineer. For that, you need to earn your place back on my ship.”

She gasped, just loud enough that I caught it, before pulling up from my lap and digging her hips into my thighs.

“And how do I do that?”

“The penalty for disobedience is five more licks to your ass,” I paused. “With my belt.”

Her body shuddered as I propped her up on her feet. With my eyes fixed on hers, I unhooked the old leather strap from around my waist, freeing it to its full length. To her credit, Emy leaned over the bed to accept her punishment, her red posterior dangling in front of me.

“A captain can only take the toughest of crew. If you can survive your five licks without a sound, you’ll be readmitted to Her Majesty. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she answered quietly, yet with some resolve.

With a hand on her lower back to still her and to guide my aim, I folded the belt in half and cracked it across both cheeks of her trembling ass. The force made her shift her weight forward into the mattress, yet not even a whimper crossed her lips. Christ, she was a strong one. The second and third blows produced the same result, parallel welts rising along her well-punished ass. With each wallop, my respect for Red grew. She was a true woman, feisty yet submissive to her man.

And I was her man.

I gave her a respite for a moment to gather herself, her breathing having grown more ragged with each stripe. “Two more licks and we’ll be done, Red.”

She gave me a short nod and the leather met her skin for a fourth time. By now, her ass was a deep red color, matching her hair and personality. I didn’t pause, going from the fourth blow right into the fifth. Her butt absorbed the strike and she let the mattress absorb the brunt of her weight, catching her breath and processing her discipline.

As soon as the tanning was over, I immediately placed the belt on the bed and cradled her. “You’re back on the crew, Emy. We’re good.”

She nestled into my arms and with the understanding it was finally okay to make a sound, tears leaked from her eyes. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” she apologized.

“No, never embarrassed,” I corrected her. “Just overstepped, that’s all.”

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