Knight in Shining Jaguar for #CSSundays #BDSM #PNR


Today I’m giving you a snippet from one of my books. It comes out on Thursday.

 Book Cover: Knight in Shining Jaguar
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Knight in Shining Jaguar

Frynna Geuyn runs away from the Nebraska Wolf Pack to get away from her controlling father and the arranged mating he has planned for her. The Okanogan Pack seems a good place to make a home. She never dreams of finding her soulmate. Let alone with a strong Dom who is also a jaguar shifter.

Killian Bello finds strength in his wolf mate that she doesn’t see and encourages her to find the powerful she-wolf inside. Between the passion that is explosive between them and her daily training in feline martial arts, she finds happiness she never knew existed.

When Killian is called to help out the Pack, she thinks she’s safe. Until she’s kidnapped and finds herself on the way to the mating she skipped out on. Now she must rely on what Killian taught her to keep herself protected, hoping he gets to her in time. Or she will find herself mated to an alpha even worse than her father.

Excerpt:

“Good morning, Alpha,” Killian said as he approached. “What can I help you with?”

Hunter waved toward the pretty blonde. “This is Frynna Geuyn. She’s a temporary member of the Pack and has just arrived from Nebraska. We’re here because she has a chastity belt that needs to come off.”

Startled and heavily amused, Killian looked at the female in question. She darted her stunning green eyes up to his and down and then back up and back down again. There was no way yet in knowing if she was shy, downtrodden, or possibly submissive. He rather hoped for the latter. He could already imagine her trussed up in his ropes.

“I see. I must ask. Who placed the chastity belt on you?” The last thing he wanted to do was piss off another Dom by removing their protection.

Pink flooded her cheeks but she stood up tall and stared back at him boldly. “My father. I don’t want to wear it anymore.”

“I don’t blame you,” he said wryly. “You’re at least twenty-five?”

“I’m twenty-seven.”

“All right. Follow me and we’ll get that thing off.”

The little female trotted after him and he took her toward their supply room. There were many different types of chastity belts and he wondered what kind her father put on her. And why. It seemed odd in that day and age to put one on one’s daughter. What did he know about it? Kits or pups were not his frame of reference. Subs, however, were.

Once they entered, he pointed toward a bench. “Remove anything in the way of the belt.” He unlocked one of the cupboards and when he didn’t hear anything, he glanced over his shoulder. Her cheeks were a fire engine red and she stood with her hands over her crotch. “Is there a problem?” he asked kindly.

“I’ve never gotten undressed around any males except my father.”

That was both surprising and disturbing. Who was the bastard, anyway? “How did you shift if nobody saw you nude?”

“Father would only allow himself or one of his mates to be in the room when I or my sisters shifted.”

One of his mates? A polygamous wolf shifter. Or perhaps just a horny one.

“You might want to get used to it here. First off, in this club, everyone is often naked. Second, nobody thinks twice of being nude when they prepare to shift. It’s the natural order here. I promise. For now, I need to look at the belt and get it off. I’m not going to ravage you.”

Her eyes turned a little silver green and went back to green. Well, now, the wolf was interested in the ravage part. Then again, if she was twenty-seven and had been kept in a chastity belt, she was probably ready to get some action. “How long have you been wearing a belt?” he asked as he removed a bolt cutter and a pair of scissors.

“Since I was ten.”

Horrified, he stared into the cupboard while he got himself under control. No wonder her inner wolf showed interest. She was probably dying to get laid.

“I see.” He pulled his features under control and turned back toward her. She’d pushed her jeans and bright purple panties down her to knees and pulled her camisole up to her belly button. The belt was steel and well made. There would be no cutting it off. “Is there a reason,” he asked as he turned back to the cupboard, put the supplies away, and pulled out two bobby pins, “why your father saw fit to put you in such a garment?”

She grimaced. “He has old fashioned ideas that a female wolf should be pure on her mating day.”

He cocked a brow as he squatted behind her and worked on the first lock with the bobby pin. Frynna had a very nice ass. Plump and yet mostly muscle. He could practically hear the sound of his palm landing against it. Or even better, his belt. “I don’t know anything about other packs,” he said as he worked. “I’m only familiar with Alpha Hunter’s. Are they all so constricting with their ideals? Our pack is quite open minded.”

“So Bridja’s been telling me,” Frynna said with a sigh. “It’s why I wanted to come here. Father set me up with an arranged mating with a very old alpha in Alaska and I couldn’t do it.”

Killian grimaced, but he knew that happened a lot. “Well, if you’re a virgin,” he said as he turned the pin and felt the lock release, “I would suggest finding a male who knows what he’s doing to break your virginity before you play at the club. It’s going to hurt if your hymen’s still in place. A man who knows how to fuck can help mitigate that.” He turned to the second lock. That one only took a couple seconds. He reached forward and tugged the steel contraption loose.

“Oh,” Frynna said and she rubbed her thighs together and groaned. “That feels so good.”

Killian chuckled, amused and a bit turned on by her gasps and whimpers. “I’m sure it does. Chastity belts are used in BDSM activities sometimes but never for as long as you’ve had to wear it. I guess I could understand it for when you were in heat, but why all the time?”

“Dad thinks all females are promiscuous and can’t be trusted.”

His jaw dropped. “Wow. I feel like we’ve just gone back two centuries.”

She giggled and pulled up her panties and jeans. A strange expression crossed her face and she fidgeted. “That feels so weird.”

He laughed at the appalled expression on her face. “I’m sure you’ll get used to it. If not?” He handed her back the belt. “I can always put it back on.” She rolled her eyes making him laugh again. “Watch out, little wolf. Doms get the itch to smack a sub’s bottom if she rolls her eyes.”

He’d said it to tease her but her pupils widened and the green went to silver for several seconds before returning to green. “Well, well, someone likes that thought.” He stepped up into her space and looked down at her. “Will you be coming to the club, little wolf?”

Her breath caught and she nodded.

“Yes, Sir,” he prompted.

“Yes, Sir,” she said in a breathy voice.

“Then I hope to see you. I’d like to play with that gorgeous ass.”

 Book Cover: Knight in Shining Jaguar
Knight in Shining Jaguar

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About the Author:

Thianna D. is a writer by day and supernova by night. Or at least that’s what the faeries tell her. And who is she to deny those pesky *cough* lovely little creatures?

She lives in the Pacific Northwest, though her heart belongs elsewhere. In the meantime, until she can return to the place she calls home, she happily lives in a city that still thinks it’s a small town. Thankfully, it has given her muse lots of amusing places to start a story.

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