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Anthology is called "Fang Bangers" edited by Lori Perkins of Ravenous and L. Perkins Agency. My story "Jan's Punishment" is the story of the wolf Prince Faolan and his male submissive, Jan the Fae. The struggle for Prince Faolan to deal with his second submissive is apparent as Jan continues to act up and disrespect Faolan's mate, Millie even while he yearns for Faolan's sweet control.
Excerpt:
Jan’s Punishment
By Sascha Illyvich
Prince Faolan hated this. He sighed as he sat in his chair with the paper and a lit cigar, the end of which he’d nearly chewed off, An empty glass of cognac sat on the table beside him. The wolf inside him growled in irritation at that stupid faery living in his house. Slumping against the chair, he folded and set the paper down on the table beside him and put his cigar in the ash tray.
The aroma wafted in a plume of smoke that smelled like earth and cocoa.
He groaned.
Anya’s words rang in his head. “You have to punish him. You agreed to be his dominant and teach him to behave while Millie is away.”
He lowered his head to his hands and sighed heavily. The poor bastard fae liked it rough in bed and was his only source of sexual satisfaction when Miss Millie wasn’t around.
The Fae Lust had taken an interesting turn when Faolan realized that Jan’s mouth or tight asshole could sate the disease that caused him extreme pain throughout his body. That disease, a faery invention, was designed to propagate the species but no one knew what far reaching consequences it had since the doctors in Faery never researched it.
Those who contracted the disease were usually banished from the Unseelie City-State.
Previously, the only known cure was for the infected to fuck the being who had infected him, who was ultimately that being’s mate. Luckily, Diana’s Curse, the Moon Goddess’s equivalent of the Fae Lust, hadn’t made Faolan uncannily fond of Jan.
As Prince of the Protectors, Faolan couldn’t have a mate. Fate had gifted him with more than one partner who could help, it seemed.
That was fine with the prince, he supposed. But couldn’t Fate have given him another woman? Did the Fates have to go give him a gay faery?
And must Jan whine so much? Or talk shit about his mate?
The trash talking was a serious respect issue.
Faolan could deal with Jan’s fashion sense, he supposed. And his taste in food wasn’t so bad either. But the 500 year-old faery needed to learn some damn respect.
Faolan shifted his weight in his chair and crossed his legs. He growled.
The door to his study opened and Anya leading Jan on his hands and knees, dressed in black leather shorts that rode up too high for Faolan’s taste. Dark leather straps that crossed his chest clashed against his pale skin. His tri-color eyes gave away his Seelie heritage.
Jan had been thrown in prison when Faolan was in the Unseelie City-state and had been separated from Millie. They had expected the wolf to kill the young-looking faery, probably intended set another example of why wolves and Faeries were a bad pairing.
Jan didn’t buy it. Instead he took all of the rough sex Faolan could dish out and begged for more.
Faolan sighed again. He hated the needs of his body sometimes.
Something had to change to make Jan respect Faolan as dominant. The young fae truly needed to get it.
Brutality didn’t work. Jan had taken his fair share of savage kinky faery sex. The Unseelie fae were known for their brutality in their sexual expression. That worked fine for Faolan. He could be ferocious and in fact, loved that side of himself. Millie recently helped him explore a softer side.
Maybe Jan needed that.
He looked up. “Anya, what do you want?”
The scent of cayenne and black pepper mixed with something Faolan recognized as fear hung thick in the air. Anya stepped forward and threw the leash at Faolan’s feet. “You fucking you deal with him. I’m tired and need to make dinner. He’s in the way and irritating as usual. I can’t believe—“
Faolan cut the air with his hand, a signal that he’d heard enough. “Fine. The little bitch needs punishing anyway. I’ll not stand for his blatant disrespect.”
Jan looked up, fear in his eyes.
Faolan sighed. He hated having to deal with Jan, but a deal was a deal. He couldn’t teach Jan how to be a faery - wolves weren’t faeries. But he could teach the boy to be humble and learn to serve.
That had been the goal once he accepted that Jan would rather die than be left out in the cold. Truth was, he wasn’t a bad guy.
He was just young and stupid.
Discipline could correct that problem. Hell, it might even make him stop whining too.
Faolan growled. “Stand up.”
Jan nodded and stood tall. His posture straightened but his gaze remained fixed on the floor.
Faolan waved Anya away.
She snorted. “Take that bullshit, wolf.”
He glared.
Jan shivered visibly.
“I bet you’re just like Millie, aren’t you?”
Jan shook his head in defiance. “No. Nothing like her. She’s a girl.”
“Obviously, fool. And you’re a boy.”
“Your boy.”
Faolan withheld a groan. He couldn’t show weakness in front of Jan, not right now. The boy needed a keeper as much as Faolan needed a mate. He offered a faint smile. “Why do you persist in annoying my charge, and my mate?”
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