Novels by Ainsley Freeman

Eve never thought she be turned on by being called a slut. It was a name she’d associated with humiliation and degradation. But hearing Raphe call her his good little slut turned her on.She felt wanton and sexy and desired as his hands tugged on her short strands, guiding her head as she sucked him off. It was hot. The way he fucked her mouth, the dirty words coming from his lips, the mess they were making. The slight choking sensation when she moved her hands, not enough to fully cut off her air, but enough to heighten her pleasure. It was all at once too much and not enough.He reached down with his free hand and gave a gentle tug to the chain connecting her clamps, tugging at her nipples and clit simultaneously. The sting triggered another orgasm and she screamed around his cock as her pussy spammed, leaking so much cum, a puddle was forming on the bed.“Do you like that, lass?” His rough voice washed over her.She couldn’t ans

Stephan had no idea if it was night or day. And he really didn’t care. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been in the Facility, but he wasn’t too concerned about tracking time right now.He was more concerned with the information he had learned.Dr. Aarons had been doing some very interesting experimentation using Henry Reacher’s money, but without his approval.Not that Stephan cared much for Henry Reacher. But it was interesting to note what Dr. Aarons had learned so far.Humans and Lycans had similar genetic make up; close enough they could breed, even if a human wasn’t turned, though if the offspring would be human or Lycan was unclear. But only certain humans survived the transition from human to Lycan.They all shared one key genetic mutation.But Dr. Aarons wasn’t quite sure what caused the mutation, or what it’s purpose was other than to keep a

Raphe slowly walked back toward the bed, forcing her to walk backwards until the backs of her legs hit the mattress and she fell, plop! on the bed. His eyes never left hers, reveling in the desire mixed with fear.He was going to enjoy this.“Crawl up on the bed.” He commanded, enjoying her quick response. “Turn, and bend over, ass in the air. I’m going to stuff yer ass with this fat plug, and yer goin’ ta like it, aren’t ye, my little slut.”She followed his commands, thrusting her ass in the air. The wet seeping from her slit was a telltale sign that she was turned on by all this.Raphe took a moment to enjoy the sight. Her bare mound was pink and glistening. Her lower lips puffy with need and her tight, puckered hole was in the perfect position for him to slip some things in.“First, I’m goin’ ta fuck ye with this plug. Make

Eve felt her eyes roll back in her head as another orgasm shuddered through her. Raphe was relentless in his attack on her sex.Not that she was complaining.But she was a little concerned that if he could do this to her over her clothes, what could he do when they were both naked?“That’s my lass.” Raphe cooed at her as her body went limp and spent. “Now that ye are relaxed, let’s take this up a little.”She had, stupidly or otherwise, agreed to let him fuck her any way he saw fit. She hadn’t realized that she had a bit of a pain slut in her until he had worked her nipples. The sharp pain of his pinching and biting worked in tandem with his gentle kisses and warm breath to heighten every feeling in her body.Her past lovers hadn’t paid much attention to her breasts. Most said they were too small. One offered to pay for a boob job and broke up with her

Raphe wasn’t sure if he was impressed or scared by his mate’s abilities. Eve had undergone torture, escaped her prison, and sought out help. Now here she was helping them.The cost, to her, though, was it pushed back their ability to save her daughter. Malcom had asked Eve and Raphe to go to the clearing and seek out Poppy.Depending on how long this took, they might be days behind their initial plan.But Eve had agreed without hesitation.Raphe held her hand as they walked back toward the room where she had been staying.“Stay with me tonight.” He stopped and spun toward her, pinning her against the wall, “Please?”She looked up at him, eyes wide with surprise and lust. “Why?” Her voice was breathless.“I need ye.” Raphe nuzzled into her silky brown hair, down her slender throat and to her shoulder, inhaling deeply as she shud

Callum didn’t know who he was more worried about: Melissa or Malcom. Neither one of them was taking Poppy’s disappearance well. Both blamed themselves for driving her away. In a way, they were both right.He sighed. Now was not the time to drive the point home, but he hoped they both remembered to communicate with people.Out of everyone there, Callum understood where Poppy was coming from. He, too, had been orphaned at a young age. Bounced from family to family for a while. But unlike Poppy, he was lucky. When Malcom’s father, Donald, had heard that Callum had no real home, he took Callum in, raised him alongside Malcom. They had grown up together, like brothers. Callum never felt inferior to Malcom in anyway, beta though he was, and outsider, too.He understood how long it took for the fear of rejection to fade, even after you find your home. He understood how every look, every piece of silence could be read as pulling away.