When undercover agent Jinger von Brot discovers a plot against the North Pole, she attempts to alert her superiors only to be captured by the reindeer shifters who protect the royal family. Pack leader, Rudolph “Rude” Briars has a unique way with prisoners, using his skills as a Dominant to seduce the information out of her. As a Domestic Elf, Jinger must fight instincts that demand she submit to him even at the risk of losing everything she holds dear.
Rude’s little elfin spy draws him more than any woman he’s ever had. He should loathe her, but her spirit calls to the animal within, inspiring him to bind her until his name sighs from her lips along with her hidden agenda. But his sweet captive has secrets bigger than the ones he suspects, secrets which have the power to destroy the fragile bond they share and shatter his world.
Be Warned: BDSM, menage sex (MFM), sex toys
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“Who do you work for, little elf?”
Even his voice became a device of seductive torture, vibrating through his body before spilling into her ears like sweet music. The command in his tone was clear as a winter night. He was accustomed to people doing his bidding. The easy way he handled her suggested most of those people were females.
That thought gave her the strength to force a laugh. “No one. I work for no one, I am no one.” That she wasn’t exactly lying hurt more than anything else. She hadn’t been a person for years. Forced to ignore her more tender emotions, she’d become an animal with a purpose.
He sighed softly, the sound full of…sadness? She wasn’t able to ponder that for long because his forefingers and thumbs constricted slightly, capturing her nipples. Pleasure zipped through her as he pinched tenderly and carefully, tugging and rolling her sensitive nipples until she writhed in his hold.
She shook her head in an attempt to block out the pleasure, but every time she made some leeway, he pinched or tugged harder, jerking her mind back to the present. Someone panted hoarsely and she really wished they’d stop. The sound made her think of raw sex when she was trying hard not to succumb to Rude’s enchantment.
A glance in the mirror showed she was the one panting, her mouth hanging open as she struggled to breathe. Jinger’s teeth clicked when she slammed her jaw closed. Hectic color marked her cheeks, her eyes were wild and glassy with lust, and the tips of her breasts had gone from their usual bright red to the deepest of black cherries.
Jinger squeezed her thighs tighter together, trying to ignore the erotic play—or rather, torture. She tossed her head, knowing it wouldn’t do any good. He wasn’t going to let her go until he had what he wanted. At this point, she wasn’t sure what that was; her information or her surrender? Judging by the dark pleasure on his face, it was a toss-up for him, too.
