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Sweet Temptation: Book 3 of Werewolves & Vampires AB/DL A. B Darling Little Author
~EN NW EB DLISBN: 9780463102534 bzw. 0463102533, vermutlich in Englisch, Boruma Publishing, LLC, neu, E-Book, elektronischer Download.
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Everything is falling apart in Sally's life. She loses her family, then her job, her home, and then, she loses everything she owns. So, nobody can blame her for being careless and trusting her doctor to know what's best when he gives her a bunch of forms to sign. Suddenly, she finds herself in the grasp of a Werewolf Alpha and a Vampire King, the two powerful men intent on claiming her as their own. She doesn't understand why they would want to wrap her up in a tight little onesie and kiss and cuddle her for hours, but it really does feel very good, especially after all she’s been through. The longer she spends with them, the more she feels like she's two instead of eighteen, but they want to do a lot more than cuddle her. ... It'll only sting for a little bit, he says. Do you want a lollipop? Her mouth already feels too sweet from all the candy she's been given since she walked in here. She takes too long to answer and he reaches into his desk drawer and offers her one of those low-sugar, gluten-free lollipops she's seen in health markets for two-fifty a pop. Curiosity takes over and she takes one but she clutches it in her hand instead of eating it. Good girl, he says. I'll be right back. In the meantime, I want you to look through these papers and sign them for me, he says with a depreciating smile that suggests he doesn't enjoy this as much as she does. In hindsight, she really should have read the small print before signing everything. ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ Just one last thing, Doctor Shaw says. The micro-chipping? I'm afraid so. It might pinch a little more and she's grumpy already, so be prepared for a tantrum. She huffs. She's not going to throw a tantrum. But what did he mean with a micro-chip? Was it the tracking chip he had mentioned earlier? She's not some sort of animal. She doesn't need to be tracked! Perhaps it's best to put her in a diaper first, Doctor Shaw recommends. I've had a few patients... he trails off and makes some sort of gesture with his hands that she doesn't understand. I'll do it, Mr. Blair says immediately. Shh... It's alright, darling. Daddy's just going to change you into something comfortable, he says, pinning her wrists over her head and bending down to lick up her cheek with the flat of his tongue. The action startles her into stillness that he takes full advantage of, capturing her ankle and tugging her shoes off, and then her sock. Daddy's gonna change you into something comfy, okay, Baby? He's not her Daddy. She doesn’t even know who he is! You'll have to bring her in for a full-body check-up before you do anything else with her, Doctor Shaw says. She's rather small and you are a big man, Erik. Erik? Is that his name? Erik Blair? The name sounds so familiar, but she can't figure out why that is because she is reeling from humiliation. Mr. Blair frowns. I'm not going to knot her until she's ready. Wait. What?
Everything is falling apart in Sally's life. She loses her family, then her job, her home, and then, she loses everything she owns. So, nobody can blame her for being careless and trusting her doctor to know what's best when he gives her a bunch of forms to sign. Suddenly, she finds herself in the grasp of a Werewolf Alpha and a Vampire King, the two powerful men intent on claiming her as their own. She doesn't understand why they would want to wrap her up in a tight little onesie and kiss and cuddle her for hours, but it really does feel very good, especially after all she’s been through. The longer she spends with them, the more she feels like she's two instead of eighteen, but they want to do a lot more than cuddle her. ... It'll only sting for a little bit, he says. Do you want a lollipop? Her mouth already feels too sweet from all the candy she's been given since she walked in here. She takes too long to answer and he reaches into his desk drawer and offers her one of those low-sugar, gluten-free lollipops she's seen in health markets for two-fifty a pop. Curiosity takes over and she takes one but she clutches it in her hand instead of eating it. Good girl, he says. I'll be right back. In the meantime, I want you to look through these papers and sign them for me, he says with a depreciating smile that suggests he doesn't enjoy this as much as she does. In hindsight, she really should have read the small print before signing everything. ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ Just one last thing, Doctor Shaw says. The micro-chipping? I'm afraid so. It might pinch a little more and she's grumpy already, so be prepared for a tantrum. She huffs. She's not going to throw a tantrum. But what did he mean with a micro-chip? Was it the tracking chip he had mentioned earlier? She's not some sort of animal. She doesn't need to be tracked! Perhaps it's best to put her in a diaper first, Doctor Shaw recommends. I've had a few patients... he trails off and makes some sort of gesture with his hands that she doesn't understand. I'll do it, Mr. Blair says immediately. Shh... It's alright, darling. Daddy's just going to change you into something comfortable, he says, pinning her wrists over her head and bending down to lick up her cheek with the flat of his tongue. The action startles her into stillness that he takes full advantage of, capturing her ankle and tugging her shoes off, and then her sock. Daddy's gonna change you into something comfy, okay, Baby? He's not her Daddy. She doesn’t even know who he is! You'll have to bring her in for a full-body check-up before you do anything else with her, Doctor Shaw says. She's rather small and you are a big man, Erik. Erik? Is that his name? Erik Blair? The name sounds so familiar, but she can't figure out why that is because she is reeling from humiliation. Mr. Blair frowns. I'm not going to knot her until she's ready. Wait. What?
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The Werewolves` Pup - Book 2 of 'Werewolves & Vampires AB/DL'
~EN NW EB DLISBN: 9780463070475 bzw. 046307047X, vermutlich in Englisch, Boruma Publishing, neu, E-Book, elektronischer Download.
The Werewolves` Pup: Ella has proven time and time again that she' s incapable of taking care of herself. She' s eighteen-years-old and her parents at their wit' s end with her. Her latest deed of delinquency is the last straw. She is sent to a Werewolf training facility where she will be bundled up in a onesie with an adult diaper and a dummy in her mouth. She' s going to be the best Pup ever.
~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~
" Just a bite, baby. Come on," he murmurs, stroking her cheek and trying to nudge her closed lips with the spoon.
She scowls and turns her head away. She had accidentally tasted the thing in the bowl earlier and it was vile. " No," she says, eyeing the spoonful of mush that looks like dirt, but he insists is some sort of protein mix. She stopped trying to eat it the moment he said that. She pushes his hand away when he smears a bit of food around her lips.
He sighs softly, sitting back and putting the spoon into the bowl.
As hungry as she is, she isn' t going to eat something unless she knows what it is. " I' m vegetarian," she lies through her teeth, huffing and crossing her arms over her chest.
" Werewolf pups can' t be vegetarian, baby," he says and replaces the pacifier into her mouth to keep her from talking. He had been trying to get her to eat for the pat five minutes and she can tell he' s getting annoyed.
She grimaces when he stands, thinking he' s going to hurt her. Instead, he heads towards the cupboards and grabs a tin of what looks like baby formula and milk. She watches as he mixes up the powder and pours bubbling hot water in it. Then, he adds cool water to get it to the right temperature. Her eyes widen when she realizes where he' s going with this. He screws the top on and she sees the teat on the tip.
Carefully, he sets the bottle on the table and lifts her into his arms, settling her on his lap with one arm around her torso to keep her hands pinned to her sides.
" Open, baby," he says.
She pinches her lips together and shakes her head rapidly as the bottle' s teat presses against her clothes lips.
" You need to eat something," he pleads. " We don' t want you to get sick."
She struggles a little more. She' s not a baby. She doesn' t need to be fed from a bottle.
" Don' t make me do this the hard way."
She hesitates for a second and that' s all he needs to push the teat of the bottle past her lips. He holds it there and she has no choice but to close her lips around it.
" It' s tasty, baby. Come on. Drink up for Daddy and be a good girl." Her handsome captor gives a noncommittal hum and seems to consider his options for a moment before deciding to squeeze her nose close. Unable to inhale with her nose blocked, she takes a breath through her mouth instead and inadvertently suckles the teat. He takes the opportunity in stride, giving the bottle a slight squeeze and forcing a shot of warm liquid down her throat.
She doesn' t choke on it, as she thought she would. It' s smooth and creamy and coats her tongue with a taste that is equal part addictive and delicious, like milk with a light hint of caramel and coffee. The creamy substance leaves her wanting more. Her stomach grumbles and she begins to suck to get more of it into her mouth, biting the teat a little when the amount isn' t satisfactory.
" That' s it, baby. Yum yum. Keep drinking. That' s a good girl," he coos. " Isn' t that yummy, baby girl "
She nods despite herself and continues to suckle the milk, humming happily at the taste as she swallows mouthful after mouthful. Englisch, Ebook.
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Sweet Temptation - Book 3 of 'Werewolves & Vampires AB/DL'
~EN NW EB DLISBN: 9780463102534 bzw. 0463102533, vermutlich in Englisch, Boruma Publishing, neu, E-Book, elektronischer Download.
Sweet Temptation: Everything is falling apart in Sally' s life. She loses her family, then her job, her home, and then, she loses everything she owns. So, nobody can blame her for being careless and trusting her doctor to know what' s best when he gives her a bunch of forms to sign.
Suddenly, she finds herself in the grasp of a Werewolf Alpha and a Vampire King, both intent on claiming her as their Little.
~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~
" Just one last thing," Doctor Shaw says.
" The micro-chipping "
" I' m afraid so. It might pinch a little more and she' s grumpy already, so be prepared for a tantrum."
She huffs. She' s not going to throw a tantrum. But what did he mean with a micro-chip Was it the tracking chip he had mentioned earlier She' s not some sort of animal. She doesn' t need to be tracked!
" Perhaps it' s best to put her in a diaper first," Doctor Shaw recommends. " I' ve had a few patients..." he trails off and makes some sort of gesture with his hands that she doesn' t understand.
" I' ll do it," Mr. Blair says immediately. " Shh... It' s alright, darling. Daddy' s just going to change you into something comfortable," he says, pinning her wrists over her head and bending down to lick up her cheek with the flat of his tongue. The action startles her into stillness that he takes full advantage of, capturing her ankle and tugging her shoes off, and then her sock. " Daddy' s gonna change you into something comfy, okay, Baby "
He' s not her Daddy. She doesn' t even know who he is! 
" You' ll have to bring her in for a full-body check-up before you do anything else with her," Doctor Shaw says. " She' s rather small and you are a big man, Erik."
Erik Is that his name Erik Blair The name sounds so familiar, but she can' t figure out why that is because she is reeling from humiliation.
Mr. Blair frowns. " I' m not going to knot her until she' s ready."
Wait. What, Englisch, Ebook.
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Sugar - Book 7 of 'Werewolves & Vampires AB/DL'
~EN NW EB DLISBN: 9781005628543 bzw. 1005628548, vermutlich in Englisch, Boruma Publishing, neu, E-Book, elektronischer Download.
Sugar: Lilith is a bright, young freshman with the world ahead of her. She' s normally smarter than this. It' s just that she needed money really fast and so she had done something spectacularly stupid. A slight reading error and the lack of the word ' Sugar' in front of a certain noun has landed her in hot water. Now, she has to wear a diaper and onesie as per her agreement.
~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~
" Hello," he says and his voice is surprisingly pleasant, a low rumbling hum that vibrates through her entire body.
She finds herself relaxing a little bit at the sound of his voice, though that calm doesn' t last very long as he reaches her side and she catches sight of the tray that he' s carrying with him. It' s like a collection of torture devices at first glance, shining metal components and syringes of various sizes. He grips the wooden bar and slides it open, reaching in to lower the tray by the side of her waist.
It' s frightening having them this close and knowing they' re there for her and that he' s doing to use them on her.
She thought Alexander was going to feed her first !
She burps and tastes something minty at the back of the throat and realizes that he might have fed her while she was sleeping. She feels a little drowsy and her limbs are heavy. She' s too tired to even try and pull her hands back, but when he clutches the edge of her blanket, she jerks and lets out a panicked, muffled yelp through the rubber stuffed in her mouth.
" Shh... It' s alright. I' m just here to give you some medicine. It won' t hurt, I promise," he tells her reassuringly, patting her lower leg with a gentle touch. " Is my mask scaring you, darling Here, I' ll take it off," he says, reaching up and tugging the mask off. " But it' ll be our little secret, okay Don' t let anyone know. I' m not supposed to take it off."
He looks better without the mask. He' s very handsome too and she' s beginning to wonder if it' s a prerequisite to working here. Then again, she has only met two employees here so far, so it' s not a very big pool of samples to work with.
She finds herself so distracted by his face that she almost doesn' t notice his hand squeezing her thigh until he' s pulling his hand away.
His hand is so big, covering almost her entire lower leg just like that. " Would you feel better if I told you what I' m doing " he asks.
She thinks for a moment and then shakes her head. Honestly, letting her know what he' s doing would just make the anticipation worse. She would rather he get it done and over with without the additional torture of knowledge. Ignorance is bliss, after all.
He smiles and gives her a nod. " Alright, I' ll talk about other things, then. I' ve been doing this for a long time and I' m not as scary as I look, promise," he says. As he continues to talk, he pulls the blanket away with one quick yank. Englisch, Ebook.
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Precious: Book 5 of Werewolves & Vampires AB/DL A.B. Darling Little Author
~EN NW EB DLISBN: 9781005316945 bzw. 1005316945, vermutlich in Englisch, Boruma Publishing, LLC, neu, E-Book, elektronischer Download.
Lieferung aus: Vereinigte Staaten von Amerika, In Stock.
Lily wakes up in a hospital. She has two options, live the rest of her life in pain, or take a vampire bite and surrender part of her immortality being babied. Quite literally. It's not too bad, really. An Alpha Werewolf is willing to take care of her as long as she's willing to do what he wants. Evidently, what he wants is to have her in a diaper, drink from a bottle, and just- be his precious pup. He also likes to keep her filled up. And not just her belly. ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ She could get the bite or she could suffer forever. It feels like too easy of a choice. She remembers agreeing to it, but not the specifics of what it entails on account of the terrible pain she's in. Then, she remembers teeth biting into her neck and a burning, fiery pain coursing through her veins. She doesn't remember anything beyond that. She must have forgotten a lot, because now, she's being manhandled out of her bed and her vision is too blurry for her to make out anything at all. She wants to struggle, kick out and maybe bite at the man picking her up, but her head is growing dizzier and the contents of her stomach somersaults. She whimpers unhappily and thinks peaceful thought to keep from puking. Stop moving, love, he says in a tone that makes her feel like she's a child again and she's being chastised for misbehaving. She stops struggling not because she's listening to him. It's only cause she worries that she's going to vomit again, but then the man balances her on his arm and him being still makes her head spin a little less, so she stops struggling. He must be huge and very strong if he's able to carry her so easily like this, though she can't really see him clearly other than an indistinctive shape. She'll probably feel sick for a while yet. Do you remember what's happened, baby? You were in an accident. the second man is talking to her from afar, standing at the door instead of walking in. She can see his blurry shape there, a dark mass of shadows at the door. She doesn't remember the accident, but she remembers the aftermath a little. She opens her mouth to tell him that, but the words don't come out of her mouth. She clenches her eyes together on a sob as she cries out instead and is unable to say more than an unintelligible mumbling. Poor baby. It's okay. The wet wipe is back, rubbing across her face soothingly. She looks like a very fussy little baby. The man says from the door. She's not being fussy. The doctors says she's going to be a little disorientated for a while and the medicine is making her feel sick, he says. And then, to her, she whispers, It's alright, love. Daddy's got you. Let's go get you cleaned up while Chase cleans up your crib, alright? Cleaned up? Surely he can't be saying what she thinks he's saying. And what was is he said about her- her crib? Was that the bed they had tied her up in? And 'Daddy'? He's not her Daddy! She had been an orphan her entire life. She doesn't have parents. She doesn't get the chance to get him to elaborate as he carries her out of the room, carrying her past Chase, who moves out of the way quickly. Her brain stutters to a screeching halt when she realizes he's brought her into a bathroom.
Lily wakes up in a hospital. She has two options, live the rest of her life in pain, or take a vampire bite and surrender part of her immortality being babied. Quite literally. It's not too bad, really. An Alpha Werewolf is willing to take care of her as long as she's willing to do what he wants. Evidently, what he wants is to have her in a diaper, drink from a bottle, and just- be his precious pup. He also likes to keep her filled up. And not just her belly. ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ She could get the bite or she could suffer forever. It feels like too easy of a choice. She remembers agreeing to it, but not the specifics of what it entails on account of the terrible pain she's in. Then, she remembers teeth biting into her neck and a burning, fiery pain coursing through her veins. She doesn't remember anything beyond that. She must have forgotten a lot, because now, she's being manhandled out of her bed and her vision is too blurry for her to make out anything at all. She wants to struggle, kick out and maybe bite at the man picking her up, but her head is growing dizzier and the contents of her stomach somersaults. She whimpers unhappily and thinks peaceful thought to keep from puking. Stop moving, love, he says in a tone that makes her feel like she's a child again and she's being chastised for misbehaving. She stops struggling not because she's listening to him. It's only cause she worries that she's going to vomit again, but then the man balances her on his arm and him being still makes her head spin a little less, so she stops struggling. He must be huge and very strong if he's able to carry her so easily like this, though she can't really see him clearly other than an indistinctive shape. She'll probably feel sick for a while yet. Do you remember what's happened, baby? You were in an accident. the second man is talking to her from afar, standing at the door instead of walking in. She can see his blurry shape there, a dark mass of shadows at the door. She doesn't remember the accident, but she remembers the aftermath a little. She opens her mouth to tell him that, but the words don't come out of her mouth. She clenches her eyes together on a sob as she cries out instead and is unable to say more than an unintelligible mumbling. Poor baby. It's okay. The wet wipe is back, rubbing across her face soothingly. She looks like a very fussy little baby. The man says from the door. She's not being fussy. The doctors says she's going to be a little disorientated for a while and the medicine is making her feel sick, he says. And then, to her, she whispers, It's alright, love. Daddy's got you. Let's go get you cleaned up while Chase cleans up your crib, alright? Cleaned up? Surely he can't be saying what she thinks he's saying. And what was is he said about her- her crib? Was that the bed they had tied her up in? And 'Daddy'? He's not her Daddy! She had been an orphan her entire life. She doesn't have parents. She doesn't get the chance to get him to elaborate as he carries her out of the room, carrying her past Chase, who moves out of the way quickly. Her brain stutters to a screeching halt when she realizes he's brought her into a bathroom.
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The Werewolves' Pup: Book 2 of 'Werewolves & Vampires AB/DL' A.B. Darling Little Author
~EN NW EB DLISBN: 9780463070475 bzw. 046307047X, vermutlich in Englisch, Boruma Publishing, neu, E-Book, elektronischer Download.
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Ella has proven time and time again that she's incapable of taking care of herself. She's eighteen-years-old and her parents at their wit's end with her. She has been getting in trouble at school, breaking things and picking fights with her classmates. Her latest deed of delinquency is the last straw. She is caught with a man twice her age in the backseat of his convertible in broad daylight. To make matters worse, he is a werewolf in the middle of his rut, which means he had taken her with his knot! It's a scandal that even her family's wealth can't hide. Ella is sent to a Therapy Home operated by werewolves. There, she will be trained to become the perfect pup for a werewolf pack. She is bundled up in a onesie with nothing but an adult diaper strapped to her and a dummy in her mouth. She’s going to have to get used to their easy touches and strong holds. And she’s going to have to get used to being pushed to her limit and filled in all her holes. ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ Just a bite, baby. Come on, he murmurs, stroking her cheek and trying to nudge her closed lips with the spoon. She scowls and turns her head away. She had accidentally tasted the thing in the bowl earlier and it was vile. No, she says, eyeing the spoonful of mush that looks like dirt, but he insists is some sort of protein mix. She stopped trying to eat it the moment he said that. She pushes his hand away when he smears a bit of food around her lips. He sighs softly, sitting back and putting the spoon into the bowl. As hungry as she is, she isn't going to eat something unless she knows what it is. I'm vegetarian, she lies through her teeth, huffing and crossing her arms over her chest. Werewolf pups can't be vegetarian, baby, he says and replaces the pacifier into her mouth to keep her from talking. He had been trying to get her to eat for the pat five minutes and she can tell he's getting annoyed. She grimaces when he stands, thinking he's going to hurt her. Instead, he heads towards the cupboards and grabs a tin of what looks like baby formula and milk. She watches as he mixes up the powder and pours bubbling hot water in it. Then, he adds cool water to get it to the right temperature. Her eyes widen when she realizes where he's going with this. He screws the top on and she sees the teat on the tip. Carefully, he sets the bottle on the table and lifts her into his arms, settling her on his lap with one arm around her torso to keep her hands pinned to her sides. Open, baby, he says. She pinches her lips together and shakes her head rapidly as the bottle's teat presses against her clothes lips. You need to eat something, he pleads. We don't want you to get sick. She struggles a little more. She's not a baby. She doesn't need to be fed from a bottle. Don't make me do this the hard way. She hesitates for a second and that's all he needs to push the teat of the bottle past her lips. He holds it there and she has no choice but to close her lips around it. It's tasty, baby. Come on. Drink up for Daddy and be a good girl. Her handsome captor gives a noncommittal hum and seems to consider his options for a moment before deciding to squeeze her nose close. Unable to inhale with her nose blocked, she takes a breath through her mouth instead and inadvertently suckles the teat. He takes the opportunity in stride, giving the bottle a slight squeeze and forcing a shot of warm liquid down her throat. She doesn't choke on it, as she thought she would. It's smooth and creamy and coats her tongue with a taste that is equal part addictive and delicious, like milk with a light hint of caramel and coffee. The creamy substance leaves her wanting more. Her stomach grumbles and she begins to suck to get more of it into her mouth, biting the teat a little when the amount isn't satisfactory. That's it, baby. Yum yum. Keep drinking. That's a good girl, he coos. Isn't that yummy, baby girl? She nods despite herself and continues to suckle the milk, humming happily at the taste as she swallows mouthful after mouthful. He holds her comfortably until she finishes every drop of milk in the bottle and she is suckling at an empty bottle, the sound of her trying to get every drop loud in the room. When he pulls the bottle away, she makes a disgruntled noise and chases after it, leaning forward to try and get it back.
Ella has proven time and time again that she's incapable of taking care of herself. She's eighteen-years-old and her parents at their wit's end with her. She has been getting in trouble at school, breaking things and picking fights with her classmates. Her latest deed of delinquency is the last straw. She is caught with a man twice her age in the backseat of his convertible in broad daylight. To make matters worse, he is a werewolf in the middle of his rut, which means he had taken her with his knot! It's a scandal that even her family's wealth can't hide. Ella is sent to a Therapy Home operated by werewolves. There, she will be trained to become the perfect pup for a werewolf pack. She is bundled up in a onesie with nothing but an adult diaper strapped to her and a dummy in her mouth. She’s going to have to get used to their easy touches and strong holds. And she’s going to have to get used to being pushed to her limit and filled in all her holes. ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ Just a bite, baby. Come on, he murmurs, stroking her cheek and trying to nudge her closed lips with the spoon. She scowls and turns her head away. She had accidentally tasted the thing in the bowl earlier and it was vile. No, she says, eyeing the spoonful of mush that looks like dirt, but he insists is some sort of protein mix. She stopped trying to eat it the moment he said that. She pushes his hand away when he smears a bit of food around her lips. He sighs softly, sitting back and putting the spoon into the bowl. As hungry as she is, she isn't going to eat something unless she knows what it is. I'm vegetarian, she lies through her teeth, huffing and crossing her arms over her chest. Werewolf pups can't be vegetarian, baby, he says and replaces the pacifier into her mouth to keep her from talking. He had been trying to get her to eat for the pat five minutes and she can tell he's getting annoyed. She grimaces when he stands, thinking he's going to hurt her. Instead, he heads towards the cupboards and grabs a tin of what looks like baby formula and milk. She watches as he mixes up the powder and pours bubbling hot water in it. Then, he adds cool water to get it to the right temperature. Her eyes widen when she realizes where he's going with this. He screws the top on and she sees the teat on the tip. Carefully, he sets the bottle on the table and lifts her into his arms, settling her on his lap with one arm around her torso to keep her hands pinned to her sides. Open, baby, he says. She pinches her lips together and shakes her head rapidly as the bottle's teat presses against her clothes lips. You need to eat something, he pleads. We don't want you to get sick. She struggles a little more. She's not a baby. She doesn't need to be fed from a bottle. Don't make me do this the hard way. She hesitates for a second and that's all he needs to push the teat of the bottle past her lips. He holds it there and she has no choice but to close her lips around it. It's tasty, baby. Come on. Drink up for Daddy and be a good girl. Her handsome captor gives a noncommittal hum and seems to consider his options for a moment before deciding to squeeze her nose close. Unable to inhale with her nose blocked, she takes a breath through her mouth instead and inadvertently suckles the teat. He takes the opportunity in stride, giving the bottle a slight squeeze and forcing a shot of warm liquid down her throat. She doesn't choke on it, as she thought she would. It's smooth and creamy and coats her tongue with a taste that is equal part addictive and delicious, like milk with a light hint of caramel and coffee. The creamy substance leaves her wanting more. Her stomach grumbles and she begins to suck to get more of it into her mouth, biting the teat a little when the amount isn't satisfactory. That's it, baby. Yum yum. Keep drinking. That's a good girl, he coos. Isn't that yummy, baby girl? She nods despite herself and continues to suckle the milk, humming happily at the taste as she swallows mouthful after mouthful. He holds her comfortably until she finishes every drop of milk in the bottle and she is suckling at an empty bottle, the sound of her trying to get every drop loud in the room. When he pulls the bottle away, she makes a disgruntled noise and chases after it, leaning forward to try and get it back.
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Total Surrender: Book 4 of Werewolves & Vampires AB/DL A.B. Darling Little Author
~EN NW EB DLISBN: 9780463633199 bzw. 0463633199, vermutlich in Englisch, Boruma Publishing, LLC, neu, E-Book, elektronischer Download.
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18-year-old Millie wakes with her wrists and ankles tied. It's for her own safety, the strange doctor tells her, fangs sharp and looking at her like she's his next meal. The more she struggles, the tighter the bindings on her are. According to him, she volunteered to transform herself into a perfect Little and has been adopted by a vampire and werewolf who are eager to bring her to her new home.~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~Is she okay? Oliver's face appears on top of her and he is a little scary-looking in the dark, especially the way his eyes glow. He flashes his teeth at her, probably an attempt at a smile.Her eyes begin to water immediately. Ah- ah, she whimpers unhappily, wriggling as she tries to get away from him. The space is too limited for her to do much and the swaddle makes it impossible for her to move much at all.Shh... Shh... Doctor William is suddenly there too. He quickly reaches into the crib and lifts her up, swaddle and all. It's alright, darling. Those are your Daddies. They're just here to make sure you're alright. You've had quite a scare yesterday, he tells her like he's not sure if she had forgotten.Now that she's thinking about it... she doesn't remember why she should be upset. There are vague recollections of someone touching her, but she doesn't remember what happened beyond that.Daddy? she murmurs, sleep-laden and confused as she looks up at Doctor William. She knows he's not her Daddy and she shouldn't call him that, but now that she's said it, it feels right. Daddy, she whines, holding onto him tightly when the swaddle comes undone, giving her back use of her arms.Shh... Come now, be a good girl for your Daddies, okay? he says in a tone that is only slightly chastising but it's enough to make her eyes water again, especially when he begins to shift her in his lap like he's prepared to hand her over to someone else.No, no, she whimpers, struggling. There's another, more dire problem. Her bladder feels too full and she really needs to use the restroom.Be a good girl, darling, Doctor William insists, handing her over to John.She kicks and struggles in his grasp, not wanting the stranger to hold her so tightly, not when she's feeling an urgent pressure in her stomach and not ever. But the more she struggles, the less control she has over her bladder and the more she feels like she needs to pee.What's wrong, baby girl? John asks, tilting his head away every time she tries to headbutt him.She whimpers and makes a sort of unhappy, grunting noise that she's never heard herself make before. She wishes she had the pacifier. She must have lost it some time in the night while she was sleeping. She wants it back and she wants- Daddy, she reaches for Doctor William with both arms, whimpering pathetically.I'm terribly sorry, he says when both Oliver and John glare at him. That's part of the reason why I had you two come in today. I'm afraid the trauma has made her imprint on me. It'll be best for you two to take her away as quickly as you are able.Of course, Oliver is the first to respond. He combs her hair away from her eyes and steps in the way, blocking her view of Doctor William. What's wrong, sweet baby? he asks even though she's glaring as hard as she can at him, conveying her unhappiness by furrowing her brows and pursing her lips at the older man. He smiles as though her annoyance is amusing to him.It doesn't help that she feels like she's at her limit and is going to spill at any second.
18-year-old Millie wakes with her wrists and ankles tied. It's for her own safety, the strange doctor tells her, fangs sharp and looking at her like she's his next meal. The more she struggles, the tighter the bindings on her are. According to him, she volunteered to transform herself into a perfect Little and has been adopted by a vampire and werewolf who are eager to bring her to her new home.~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~Is she okay? Oliver's face appears on top of her and he is a little scary-looking in the dark, especially the way his eyes glow. He flashes his teeth at her, probably an attempt at a smile.Her eyes begin to water immediately. Ah- ah, she whimpers unhappily, wriggling as she tries to get away from him. The space is too limited for her to do much and the swaddle makes it impossible for her to move much at all.Shh... Shh... Doctor William is suddenly there too. He quickly reaches into the crib and lifts her up, swaddle and all. It's alright, darling. Those are your Daddies. They're just here to make sure you're alright. You've had quite a scare yesterday, he tells her like he's not sure if she had forgotten.Now that she's thinking about it... she doesn't remember why she should be upset. There are vague recollections of someone touching her, but she doesn't remember what happened beyond that.Daddy? she murmurs, sleep-laden and confused as she looks up at Doctor William. She knows he's not her Daddy and she shouldn't call him that, but now that she's said it, it feels right. Daddy, she whines, holding onto him tightly when the swaddle comes undone, giving her back use of her arms.Shh... Come now, be a good girl for your Daddies, okay? he says in a tone that is only slightly chastising but it's enough to make her eyes water again, especially when he begins to shift her in his lap like he's prepared to hand her over to someone else.No, no, she whimpers, struggling. There's another, more dire problem. Her bladder feels too full and she really needs to use the restroom.Be a good girl, darling, Doctor William insists, handing her over to John.She kicks and struggles in his grasp, not wanting the stranger to hold her so tightly, not when she's feeling an urgent pressure in her stomach and not ever. But the more she struggles, the less control she has over her bladder and the more she feels like she needs to pee.What's wrong, baby girl? John asks, tilting his head away every time she tries to headbutt him.She whimpers and makes a sort of unhappy, grunting noise that she's never heard herself make before. She wishes she had the pacifier. She must have lost it some time in the night while she was sleeping. She wants it back and she wants- Daddy, she reaches for Doctor William with both arms, whimpering pathetically.I'm terribly sorry, he says when both Oliver and John glare at him. That's part of the reason why I had you two come in today. I'm afraid the trauma has made her imprint on me. It'll be best for you two to take her away as quickly as you are able.Of course, Oliver is the first to respond. He combs her hair away from her eyes and steps in the way, blocking her view of Doctor William. What's wrong, sweet baby? he asks even though she's glaring as hard as she can at him, conveying her unhappiness by furrowing her brows and pursing her lips at the older man. He smiles as though her annoyance is amusing to him.It doesn't help that she feels like she's at her limit and is going to spill at any second.
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Precious - Book 5 of 'Werewolves & Vampires AB/DL'
~EN NW EB DLISBN: 9781005316945 bzw. 1005316945, vermutlich in Englisch, Boruma Publishing, neu, E-Book, elektronischer Download.
Precious: Lily wakes up in a hospital. She has two options, live the rest of her life in pain, or take a vampire bite and surrender part of her immortality being babied. Quite literally. It' s not too bad, really. An Alpha Werewolf is willing to take care of her as long as she' s willing to do what he wants. Evidently, what he wants is to have her in a diaper, drink from a bottle, and be his precious pup.
~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~
She could get the bite or she could suffer forever. It feels like too easy of a choice. She remembers agreeing to it, but not the specifics of what it entails on account of the terrible pain she' s in. Then, she remembers teeth biting into her neck and a burning, fiery pain coursing through her veins.
She doesn' t remember anything beyond that. She must have forgotten a lot, because now, she' s being manhandled out of her bed and her vision is too blurry for her to make out anything at all. She wants to struggle, kick out and maybe bite at the man picking her up, but her head is growing dizzier and the contents of her stomach somersaults. She whimpers unhappily and thinks peaceful thought to keep from puking.
" Stop moving, love," he says in a tone that makes her feel like she' s a child again and she' s being chastised for misbehaving.
She stops struggling not because she' s listening to him. It' s only cause she worries that she' s going to vomit again, but then the man balances her on his arm and him being still makes her head spin a little less, so she stops struggling. He must be huge and very strong if he' s able to carry her so easily like this, though she can' t really see him clearly other than an indistinctive shape.
" She' ll probably feel sick for a while yet. Do you remember what' s happened, baby You were in an accident." the second man is talking to her from afar, standing at the door instead of walking in. She can see his blurry shape there, a dark mass of shadows at the door.
She doesn' t remember the accident, but she remembers the aftermath a little. She opens her mouth to tell him that, but the words don' t come out of her mouth. She clenches her eyes together on a sob as she cries out instead and is unable to say more than an unintelligible mumbling.
" Poor baby. It' s okay." The wet wipe is back, rubbing across her face soothingly.
" She looks like a very fussy little baby." The man says from the door.
" She' s not being fussy. The doctors says she' s going to be a little disorientated for a while and the medicine is making her feel sick," he says. And then, to her, she whispers, " It' s alright, love. Daddy' s got you. Let' s go get you cleaned up while Chase cleans up your crib, alright "
Cleaned up Surely he can' t be saying what she thinks he' s saying. And what was is he said about her- her crib Was that the bed they had tied her up in And ' Daddy' He' s not her Daddy! She had been an orphan her entire life. She doesn' t have parents. She doesn' t get the chance to get him to elaborate as he carries her out of the room, carrying her past Chase, who moves out of the way quickly. Her brain stutters to a screeching halt when she realizes he' s brought her into a bathroom. Englisch, Ebook.
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Sugar: Book 7 of Werewolves & Vampires AB/DL A.B. Darling Little Author
~EN NW SI EB DLISBN: 9781005628543 bzw. 1005628548, vermutlich in Englisch, Boruma Publishing, LLC, neu, signiert, E-Book, elektronischer Download.
Lieferung aus: Vereinigte Staaten von Amerika, In Stock.
Lilith is a bright, young freshman with the world ahead of her. She's normally smarter than this. It's just that she needed money really fast and so she had done something spectacularly stupid. A slight reading error and the lack of the word 'Sugar' in front of a certain noun has landed her in hot water. The thing is, she's already spent the money and now she has to earn it by doing exactly what her contract says. She really should've read the Terms and Conditions properly before clicking the 'Accept' button. Now, she has to wear a diaper and a onesie and let herself be taken care of by a Vampire who insists on 'training' her and an Alpha Werewolf who seems to lose control of his beast when he's around her and seems to take great pleasure in carrying her everywhere. The worst part is, after her initial mortification of what she had unknowingly signed up for, she actually finds herself liking it. ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ Hello, he says and his voice is surprisingly pleasant, a low rumbling hum that vibrates through her entire body. She finds herself relaxing a little bit at the sound of his voice, though that calm doesn't last very long as he reaches her side and she catches sight of the tray that he's carrying with him. It's like a collection of torture devices at first glance, shining metal components and syringes of various sizes. He grips the wooden bar and slides it open, reaching in to lower the tray by the side of her waist. It's frightening having them this close and knowing they're there for her and that he's doing to use them on her. She thought Alexander was going to feed her first?! She burps and tastes something minty at the back of the throat and realizes that he might have fed her while she was sleeping. She feels a little drowsy and her limbs are heavy. She's too tired to even try and pull her hands back, but when he clutches the edge of her blanket, she jerks and lets out a panicked, muffled yelp through the rubber stuffed in her mouth. Shh... It's alright. I'm just here to give you some medicine. It won't hurt, I promise, he tells her reassuringly, patting her lower leg with a gentle touch. Is my mask scaring you, darling? Here, I'll take it off, he says, reaching up and tugging the mask off. But it'll be our little secret, okay? Don't let anyone know. I'm not supposed to take it off. He looks better without the mask. He's very handsome too and she's beginning to wonder if it's a prerequisite to working here. Then again, she has only met two employees here so far, so it's not a very big pool of samples to work with. She finds herself so distracted by his face that she almost doesn't notice his hand squeezing her thigh until he's pulling his hand away. His hand is so big, covering almost her entire lower leg just like that. Would you feel better if I told you what I'm doing? he asks. She thinks for a moment and then shakes her head. Honestly, letting her know what he's doing would just make the anticipation worse. She would rather he get it done and over with without the additional torture of knowledge. Ignorance is bliss, after all. He smiles and gives her a nod. Alright, I'll talk about other things, then. I've been doing this for a long time and I'm not as scary as I look, promise, he says. As he continues to talk, he pulls the blanket away with one quick yank.
Lilith is a bright, young freshman with the world ahead of her. She's normally smarter than this. It's just that she needed money really fast and so she had done something spectacularly stupid. A slight reading error and the lack of the word 'Sugar' in front of a certain noun has landed her in hot water. The thing is, she's already spent the money and now she has to earn it by doing exactly what her contract says. She really should've read the Terms and Conditions properly before clicking the 'Accept' button. Now, she has to wear a diaper and a onesie and let herself be taken care of by a Vampire who insists on 'training' her and an Alpha Werewolf who seems to lose control of his beast when he's around her and seems to take great pleasure in carrying her everywhere. The worst part is, after her initial mortification of what she had unknowingly signed up for, she actually finds herself liking it. ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ Hello, he says and his voice is surprisingly pleasant, a low rumbling hum that vibrates through her entire body. She finds herself relaxing a little bit at the sound of his voice, though that calm doesn't last very long as he reaches her side and she catches sight of the tray that he's carrying with him. It's like a collection of torture devices at first glance, shining metal components and syringes of various sizes. He grips the wooden bar and slides it open, reaching in to lower the tray by the side of her waist. It's frightening having them this close and knowing they're there for her and that he's doing to use them on her. She thought Alexander was going to feed her first?! She burps and tastes something minty at the back of the throat and realizes that he might have fed her while she was sleeping. She feels a little drowsy and her limbs are heavy. She's too tired to even try and pull her hands back, but when he clutches the edge of her blanket, she jerks and lets out a panicked, muffled yelp through the rubber stuffed in her mouth. Shh... It's alright. I'm just here to give you some medicine. It won't hurt, I promise, he tells her reassuringly, patting her lower leg with a gentle touch. Is my mask scaring you, darling? Here, I'll take it off, he says, reaching up and tugging the mask off. But it'll be our little secret, okay? Don't let anyone know. I'm not supposed to take it off. He looks better without the mask. He's very handsome too and she's beginning to wonder if it's a prerequisite to working here. Then again, she has only met two employees here so far, so it's not a very big pool of samples to work with. She finds herself so distracted by his face that she almost doesn't notice his hand squeezing her thigh until he's pulling his hand away. His hand is so big, covering almost her entire lower leg just like that. Would you feel better if I told you what I'm doing? he asks. She thinks for a moment and then shakes her head. Honestly, letting her know what he's doing would just make the anticipation worse. She would rather he get it done and over with without the additional torture of knowledge. Ignorance is bliss, after all. He smiles and gives her a nod. Alright, I'll talk about other things, then. I've been doing this for a long time and I'm not as scary as I look, promise, he says. As he continues to talk, he pulls the blanket away with one quick yank.
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Public Attraction: Book 8 of Werewolves & Vampires AB/DL A.B. Darling Little Author
~EN NW EB DLISBN: 9781005993245 bzw. 1005993246, vermutlich in Englisch, Boruma Publishing, LLC, neu, E-Book, elektronischer Download.
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James is a Werewolf and the curator of the Museum of Forgotten Days and his most precious possession and the star of the Museum is his little pup, a relic of a past that is thought to have gone extinct, a lovely eighteen-year-old human who now belongs to him in every sense of the word. His regular patrons come for the opportunity to see her through the glass window as much as they do the chance to purchase a small taste of her blood. Then again, they come for so much more than just a taste. She doesn't think it's too bad. Her tummy's always full and he's always there to give her warm cuddles. She likes her extra special cuddles too, especially when he's there to watch over her. ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ The most horrifying thing about it is how good it feels, his fingers touching her, making sure she's all cleaned up. He's so blasé about it too, not taking too long so she doesn’t have time to panic. A few seconds later, he has a new diaper wrapped up around her hips and she smells like roses and pink strawberry gum. There we go. That's much better now, isn't it? he says, brushing tears away from her cheeks and waits for her to calm down completely before freeing her from her restraints. If you can behave, Daddy won't swaddle you up and you can use your arms again, he says seriously, his eyes wrinkling just a little bit, like he is so painfully fond of her that he can't even be serious with her without softening a little bit. Being swaddled up in thick blankets means she'll be warm, but it also means she can't use her arms and legs on anything and she's just trapped all the time. She wonders if they had done something to her to make it so that she doesn't get all sore and tingly after such a long time of not moving, but it's not like she can ask. She chews on the dummy and nods. There's my good girl, he says and wraps something soft onto her hands. They're like mittens, but they don't have thumbs on them. At least she can move her arms a little bit now. He puts sock on her toes too, and then holds her around her waist so that her face is pressed against his shoulder. She breathes in his scent a little bit greedily, having associated being close to him to food and warmth and all the nice things. There's my perfect baby girl, he says. Daddy only wants what's best for you. You were out there all alone, struggling to be warm and have food on your table, weren't you, baby? No more of that. Daddy's going to make sure you always have whatever you need from now on. It's all very reassuring, but she doesn't know him- doesn't even know his name. She only fact she has about him is that he's a Werewolf. With nothing else to do, she chews her pacifier absendmindedly and lets him carry her out of the nursery and down the hall. Having a clean diaper makes her feel so much better and she knows it's only a matter of time before he feeds her again, so she closes her eyes and lets him bounce her in his arms and carry her places. It's a little bit boring, watching over his shoulder as he works, busying himself with getting everything in the glass cabinets in perfect working condition, so she drifts off a little bit. Maybe I should have a playpen here set up for you, he says. Then you can nap and play when Daddy's working in the morning and Daddy can keep an eye out on you all the time. He presses a kiss on her forehead and looks lost in his thought for a while as she naps.
James is a Werewolf and the curator of the Museum of Forgotten Days and his most precious possession and the star of the Museum is his little pup, a relic of a past that is thought to have gone extinct, a lovely eighteen-year-old human who now belongs to him in every sense of the word. His regular patrons come for the opportunity to see her through the glass window as much as they do the chance to purchase a small taste of her blood. Then again, they come for so much more than just a taste. She doesn't think it's too bad. Her tummy's always full and he's always there to give her warm cuddles. She likes her extra special cuddles too, especially when he's there to watch over her. ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ The most horrifying thing about it is how good it feels, his fingers touching her, making sure she's all cleaned up. He's so blasé about it too, not taking too long so she doesn’t have time to panic. A few seconds later, he has a new diaper wrapped up around her hips and she smells like roses and pink strawberry gum. There we go. That's much better now, isn't it? he says, brushing tears away from her cheeks and waits for her to calm down completely before freeing her from her restraints. If you can behave, Daddy won't swaddle you up and you can use your arms again, he says seriously, his eyes wrinkling just a little bit, like he is so painfully fond of her that he can't even be serious with her without softening a little bit. Being swaddled up in thick blankets means she'll be warm, but it also means she can't use her arms and legs on anything and she's just trapped all the time. She wonders if they had done something to her to make it so that she doesn't get all sore and tingly after such a long time of not moving, but it's not like she can ask. She chews on the dummy and nods. There's my good girl, he says and wraps something soft onto her hands. They're like mittens, but they don't have thumbs on them. At least she can move her arms a little bit now. He puts sock on her toes too, and then holds her around her waist so that her face is pressed against his shoulder. She breathes in his scent a little bit greedily, having associated being close to him to food and warmth and all the nice things. There's my perfect baby girl, he says. Daddy only wants what's best for you. You were out there all alone, struggling to be warm and have food on your table, weren't you, baby? No more of that. Daddy's going to make sure you always have whatever you need from now on. It's all very reassuring, but she doesn't know him- doesn't even know his name. She only fact she has about him is that he's a Werewolf. With nothing else to do, she chews her pacifier absendmindedly and lets him carry her out of the nursery and down the hall. Having a clean diaper makes her feel so much better and she knows it's only a matter of time before he feeds her again, so she closes her eyes and lets him bounce her in his arms and carry her places. It's a little bit boring, watching over his shoulder as he works, busying himself with getting everything in the glass cabinets in perfect working condition, so she drifts off a little bit. Maybe I should have a playpen here set up for you, he says. Then you can nap and play when Daddy's working in the morning and Daddy can keep an eye out on you all the time. He presses a kiss on her forehead and looks lost in his thought for a while as she naps.
Lade…