Leashed Novels & Stories

The leash dangled freely, brushing my thighs, and I felt utterly vulnerable yet empowered, the sun kissing my skin while the breeze teased between my legs. He stood behind me, still fully clothed to build the anticipation, his presence a heat at my back as he retrieved the flogger from the bag he'd brought along—a soft leather one with multiple strands, perfect for the light play we'd discussed. He trailed it over my back first—soft leather strands kissing my skin like whispers, sending shivers racing. "Ready for the fantasy to begin, Cass? Light lashes first—count them, baby. Tell me how it feels."

LEVI After a grueling series of back-to-back meetings, I finally emerged from the imposing Council Room, feeling utterly drained. Each discussion had drained me more than the last, and the tension hung in the air like a thick fog. My internal struggle with my restrained wolf was becoming unbearable, clawing at me and desperate for release. Yet, unleashing him was a risk I couldn’t afford. He had almost provoked several incidents throughout the day, reminding me just how volatile he had become, aching for the presence of his mate.

Coating them fully in the slick leaking there before Lexus pressed one finger inside. A sound the Brunet had never made before left his lips. It wasn’t a purr as it was higher. Pleased but still wanting. The penetration of the alpha’s digit brough some clarity back for him as he looked down at Lexus’s baffled expression. A mixture of shock, confusion, and pride. It was then that Azrin realized he had trilled at his alpha, a sound only omegas could make and was used exclusively for their mates and pups.

“Attack!” The battle began with a roar. Swords clashed, arrows flew through the air, and the ground shook beneath the weight of running wolves. The cries of men filled the field. Leah stayed behind the lines, her heart pounding as she watched the chaos unfold. She could see Kendrick moving through the battle like a storm, his strikes sharp and sure. He fought not just with strength but with purpose.

(Ashton’s pov) "Yah!!" I clamoured, tightening my fist around the reins as I kicked the stirrup of the black giant Striker and the resounding slap of my Lunge Whip landed on his black thick skin. The act ignited its energy as it lifted off its front hooves and came down hard, thundering towards the barrier the linesmen had placed subsequently for this purpose, leaping over it smoothly and only coming to an end at the other side of the rope.

Leah and Lance. The wolves had completely different fighting styles than their human counterparts. They lunged for the Collectors. Leah’s terrifying black wolf went straight for the throat of a particularly large Collector. He was a darker-skinned man with matted brown hair. His eyes were filled with that swirling white vacancy all Collectors possessed. The entire right side of his face had rotted away, revealing damaged teeth and a dingy grey skull. Leah’s wolf clamped its jaws around the large man’s neck. There was an audible pop as his throat shut in on itself. He let out a gurgled cry. The wolf shook its dark muzzle until the head was hanging on by the thinnest layer of skin. Only then d

Eros screamed using their wolf link. Seeking to teach me a lesson, he unleashed a devastating display of power. In one fluid motion, his powerful legs propelled him forward, catching me off guard. The impact of his kick sent shockwaves of pain through my body, launching me into the air with a force I had not anticipated.

It was round and not much bigger than his fist. “He's never ridden before, have we got a spare that will do?" A derisive snort drew Skye's attention, and he turned to see Dyllen leading out a huge black horse. The alpha had a sneer on his face that set the omega on edge. “If he can't even ride, he shouldn't be coming with us," the alpha bit out but Linus ignored him and continued to stare steadily at the beta, waiting for an answer. Lejend reached up and ruffled the bird’s shoulders on his feather thoughtfully. It leaned into his touch and affectionately nibbled his fingers as he pulled his hand away.

ACE “It's a beautiful day for some murder. It's a beautiful day to slaughter. It's a beautiful day, it's a beautiful day...” I gradually started whistling my made-up song as I picked up a switchblade, pressing my leather-clad index finger to the sharp point.

Stopping dead in her tracks, Miriam’s face beamed with anxiety and expectation as she discovered it was Doctor Leah who had beckoned. ‘’Glad to have you around, inspector,’’ Leah remarked, drawing a tight-lipped smile while scurrying towards Miriam to catch up. She waved the two nurses out of sight to continue in their tracks. ‘’I’ve got some news, ma’am,’’ Leah continued, this time, making a straight face, thereby raising the duo’s curiosity more. ‘’The victim in question suffered a great deal of compression to her larynx down to the trachea. The compression impeded her speech and drained her energy.’’