I entered this pact with the laird to bind our bloodlines and secure an heir for the keep.
He demands the breeding rite each night in the chamber. He marks my skin with his claim and records every step in the ledger as the solstice deadline tightens around us both. The marks he leaves grow more possessive each time. The hunger deepens with each claiming and threatens to demand more than either of us planned for the rite to succeed.
I could end this arrangement with one word. I have never said it.
Scorching medieval breeding erotica featuring a dominant laird, skin marking, and repeated breeding rites. For readers who crave unyielding control and the hunger it awakens.
