Beast Master: A Dominant Monster Tamer Paranormal Erotic Novel

In the fog-choked wildwoods of the Pacific Northwest, the only law is the one carved by his hand. He rules his monsters with a grip that never softens, a man who takes what he wants and keeps it bound to him by pleasure and command alone.

She should never have found his station. Should never have pushed past his wards, never dared meet his eyes with challenge burning in hers. Now she is his to break, his to shape, his to pin beneath him on the rough station floor while the beasts howl outside and his mouth marks every inch of skin she tries to hide.

He gives her no quarter. Takes her in the mist-wet clearing with his hand fisted in her hair and his weight driving her into earth that smells of pine and her own slick heat. Teaches her the rhythm of obedience until she moans it back to him, until her defiance curdles into something darker, something that clutches at him in the dark and demands more.

But she learns him too. Learns the hours before dawn when he stands at the window, scarred chest bare, watching his monsters with a loneliness she can taste. Learns how to make him growl, how to make him linger inside her long after he has spent, how to make the man who masters beasts tremble when she traces the marks she left on his shoulders with her teeth.

His duty has always been simple: protect the wildwoods, control what hunts in them, never need another living soul. She is making it complicated. Making him want things he has no name for, making him keep her past the single night he promised, making him wonder what it would cost to truly keep her, not just use her, not just break her down to wet and willing and his.

The wildwoods are stirring. Something older than his monsters is watching them, waiting for the crack in his armor she has opened with her body and her stubborn, hungry mouth. He should send her away before she is the weapon used against him. He should stop answering when she calls his name in that ruined voice, should stop tasting her tears when the pleasure edges too sharp, should stop pretending he is not already caught.

She will not make him choose between her and his beasts. She will make him want to choose her anyway. And when the dark comes for them both, he will have to decide if the heart he never claimed to have is worth more than the woman who found it beating and wrapped herself around it, demanding everything.

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E-bog: 6. maj 2026