Little Sip of Sin (Creature Cafe, #2)

by Clio Evans

Even the darkest of creatures had a yearning in them— a yearning to be cared for. To be loved.

Holy fuck, I wanted to do really bad things to both of them. The type of things that a priest would drown me in holy water for.

“I’m going to breed him fucking raw,” he rasped. “And then I’m going to take you, little kitten.”

“You knotted her?!” I asked, exasperated. “She teased me,” he moaned, tipping his head back.

There were three things Mr. Dragon-Bastard didn’t know about me. One, I refused to be degraded as human. Two, I wasn’t going to be commanded like a dog. Three, I knew kung fu.