Collared Novels & Stories

She was sulking, sporting a puppy dog eyes look. “Well, maybe you should?” I joked, shrugging my shoulders nonchalantly. I gulped down the sour drink and groaned. I looked at her, placing the glass on the counter. A mischievous grin played on Ahbaya’s features. She stared at the collar of Ballantine's at my neck. "Do you have any idea what the Collar of Ballantine's is for other than concealing the rank of a shifter?" I shook my head. "No, why?"

Just when I thought he was going to refuse his subordinate's request, he suddenly retracted his claws and turned away. “You have only two minutes, Colin,” he warned, his voice low and rough. “After that, I'm going to put those collars on them whether they like it or not.” As soon as he walked away, Colin immediately reached for Kianna and pulled her in his arms. I gave them a few seconds of privacy before approaching them. “Hey, do you know what your leader was talking about? What are those collars you are holding?” Colin lifted up the silver collar in his hand. It looked like a piece of jewelry with intricate designs with a blue gem in the middle. But there was something about this collar t

"What's that?" "The next part of the proposal," he said with a smile and kissed my forehead before standing up. "For me to love you wholeheartedly, I must accept all of you, as you are. Whether it be a friend, a companion...or a submissive," my breath got caught in my throat as my heart kickstarted all over again, beating rapidly. "Should you want to accept—" He paused for Samantha to peel the navy lid open, showing me the collar nestled inside. It is rose gold and thin, good to be worn every day. "This...marital collar, you consent to become my Submissive husband as of...right now."

He gritted, staring around the parking lot for any threat. "We can't get rid of this. It's better to leave now and get rid of it later, I just hope it won't electrocute you to death." She stepped out shakily and he slammed the car door shut. "What do you mean?" "It's a freaking collar, Ava. They are designed to keep the prey in check and inside the borders. If the prey tries to leave, and the distance is out of the perimeter set on the collar, the person is electrocuted to death." He gritted and her heart scrambled to her mouth.

Chapter 8: Farewell Party and Permanent Collar The grand farewell gala pulsed with lights, music, and champagne under the stars on the main deck. I wore a sleek black evening dress that hugged every curve, slit high on one thigh. Beneath it, a thin leather collar circled my throat discreet enough to pass as jewelry, but tight enough that I felt it with every swallow. Kai’s mark. I was already soaked, thighs slippery, pussy aching from days of relentless use.

"You're a terrible liar." I put my hands on my hips. "And how, exactly, is some little trinket going to keep me here?" I studied the collar. It was actually quite pretty. Several smooth bluish-green stones were placed equal-distance around the black leather strap. Each stone was surrounded with swirls of silver and mounted into the collar. "The collar is embedded with Moonstone and a silver additive, making it impossible for you to shift. You also won't have the increased strength of your Wolf nature." He stated all of those things as if they weren't devastating to me.

And finally - To the collar. Every gaze snagged on it. Fixed. Hesitated. A metal collar. A collar with weight. A collar with meaning. A hush rippled lightly across the room. Not loud, not confrontational - but unmistakable. Jessa leaned closer. “Ignore them. They’ll stop.”

My heart is still pounding as the women make their way around the table, when Merrick gets my attention. “I have something for you, Baby Doll. It’s only temporary, but you will wear it as long as you’re here.” He opens a long jewelry box and pulls out a deep purple leather collar with diamond studs around it. There is a circle in the front, and dangling from the circle are three initials, K, M, and J. There is a tiny padlock in the box with it, which he picks up and opens. There is no clasp on the collar; it’s held together by the lock.

Ailis The collar was finished before breakfast. I knew because I had checked it six times. The first time had been necessary. The other five had been less defensible. I held General Aodren’s coat beneath the window where the morning light was better than the lamp and looked at the collar again. One old-gold line began near the front on each side. Not matching. Related. One stayed quiet, following the edge before disappearing toward the back. The other divided farther along, opened slightly, then returned where the collar curved behind the neck.

Hunter whines at the sight of their mate, he forces Nathaniel to lean over her more and press his lips to her forehead, at the same time sliding his fingers down behind her ear before continuing it down the side of her neck. Nathaniel frowns as his fingers brush against the necklace around her neck. Leaning a little closer he realises what he had thought was just a normal necklace was in fact a suppressant collar. Hunter’s low growl vibrates in his chest as Cole’s hiss echoes through his head as his fingers follow the collar to the hidden clasp at the back, with what would seem to be much practice Nathaniel undoes the collar.