Little Sip of Sin (Creature Cafe, #2)

by Clio Evans

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

“Get on my fucking tail. Now. If I have to ask again, I will punish you!” Dracon snarled.

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.

Biscuit stared into my soul as the girl droned on about how amazing she was. I was now convinced Satan had a long lost pet, and this was it.