Midnight Salvation [Wolves of Midnight]

Cobblestone Press LLC

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 8,000
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Felicity is once again visiting her best friend in Ireland where she works – a brothel. Where, of course, is not the best place for staying, but it’s cheap. Felicity enjoys the company of Margaret and the other working girls, especially since they talk about their clients. And one in particular sets Felicity’s skin on fire. She might not be a working girl herself, but that doesn’t mean anything when Yexes, the client all the girls desire, chooses her instead of the real deal. Felicity knows he asks for only one thing in bed, but suddenly she realizes the rules aren’t meant for her. Yexes touches her in a way that dominates her soul, but he has a secret that might be too much for Felicity to handle.

Midnight Salvation [Wolves of Midnight]
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Midnight Salvation [Wolves of Midnight]

Cobblestone Press LLC

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Word Count: 8,000
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“Oh my God! Felicity! Finally!” Margaret said. She was my best friend and visiting her was long overdue. “I can’t believe you’re here,” she murmured while hugging me tightly. Because of her voice, I knew she had just shed a few tears. I had to hold my own since everyone in the vicinity was staring at us.

Margaret was one of the most requested girls at the brothel, and since it was night and we were standing in the foyer, all the attention was on us.

Every single man who saw her wanted her. It was that simple. She had all the right curves, the perfect curly hair, and big, innocent eyes. We’d been friends since we’d met in London as little girls, and when she’d moved to Ireland, I thought we would lose touch altogether, as often happened with other people. However, that never happened; in fact, it only strengthened our bond, especially since her parents had died, leaving her alone and with nothing. I had offered my help, obviously. I’d begged her to come live with me in London, but she had already entered the life of pleasure. According to her, she was happy, she was making money, her health was being checked out every month, and the pleasure she received could not be compared. Visiting her three times a year was all I could afford, but it was better than nothing.

“Hello, dear, how are you?” the mistress of the house said. I felt her affections were sincere toward me; she was nice and sweet every time I came to visit. I paid such a small fee that I could stay in Wicklow for a lot of extra days.

I smiled as I dropped my luggage on the floor. “Fine, Dolores. Thank you. You?”

The house was old. It could easily have been built in the 1500s. The furniture was also ancient. The only things that were modern were the people, if you really thought about it. The house had a lot of rooms since each girl had to live in one.

“Fantastic, my dear, but I’m afraid you’ll have to stay with Margaret this time, if you don’t mind. We have a lot of girls this year,” she said while leading me upstairs. Margaret was right behind us, as if guarding me from all the hungry looks of men that were there seeking company.

Margaret’s room was still the same after all the times I had visited her, but this time it actually looked cozy. The rooms in general were kept clean because the girls met with the clients in them. Since the beds were the main attraction, there was a king-sized bed in every room.

As I dropped my luggage on the floor, all I wanted to do was jump on that amazing bed. Margaret and I looked at each other and laughed, as if she had read my thoughts.

“We can’t actually do that,” Mag said and went to sit on the edge of the bed. “We can sleep if you want. Dolores gave me a few days off, so we’ll have the room to ourselves.”

I joined her on the bed. “That’s kind of her.”

She shrugged. “Yeah, it feels like she’s my mother now,” she murmured, a little sad. I slid my arms around her. “I’m so glad you’re here, Felicity.”

“Me too.”

I was so tired that I indeed needed sleep, but the moment my head hit the pillow, I couldn’t even close my eyes. The noise assaulted me like a pile of bricks as moaning and screaming hit me from all directions. I felt the mattress shudder when Margaret moved beside me. I knew she was asleep because she wasn’t talking, and normally she couldn’t be stopped. I should be used to the noises since I’d been a guest here a lot of times, but I guess I would never really get used to them.

After a couple of hours of thinking and trying to acclimate to the new bed, I fell asleep, only to be awakened a few hours later. It was still dark when I opened my eyes and Margaret shook me awake.

“Are you okay?” she asked through the darkness.

“Yeah, why?” I said, sleepy but also out of breath.

“You were whimpering while sleeping. As if you were in pain or something.”

My eyes readjusted in the dark, so I was able to see Mag’s worried face. “I’m fine. Don’t worry,” I said to her, but at the same time, my breathing was hard, my heart pounded insanely against my ribs, and my body was sweaty, as though I had just run a very long marathon.

Sensing my distress, Mag got out of bed. “I’ll get you a glass of water.”

When she left the room, I turned on the lamp beside the bed and threw off the sheet that had been glued to my skin. I looked down at myself and noticed my nipples were hard. Afterward, a strong pulse of need made my entire body tremble. I thought the adrenaline would be gone after a while, but it was the opposite. Suddenly I was gasping for air while fear started to register. Before Mag could return and see me like this, I went to the bathroom down the hall. I washed my face and waited until the storm inside my body subsided. It took me a while, but it worked. All was silent, so I knew it was probably close to morning already.

I got back to my room and found Mag sleeping. Bloody hell, how can she do that? Maybe she was more tired than I had realized. I spotted the glass of water beside the bed and smiled. This girl was brilliant! I drank it all and got back to bed. I was still deeply aroused, the need between my legs growing by the second, and I was afraid it was only going to get worse. Why, I didn’t know. Maybe it was this place, but it had never happened before. So it got me wondering while I tried to sleep.

I woke up to a lot of chattering among the people of the house. I glanced through the room, but Margaret was nowhere to be seen. I figured she was downstairs, eating breakfast. When I stood up, I noticed I felt a lot better, but I could still feel tiny pulses on my clit, making my blood boil with every step I took to the bathroom. Men stared at me when I walked the hallway, which bothered me more than I could ever say. I showered quickly and went to meet Mag downstairs. She was laughing with the other girls of the house when I entered the kitchen. I already knew most of the girls, so I greeted and hugged all of them.

“Do you guys think that man will come today?” one of the girls asked, enthusiastic.

I sat beside Margaret and helped myself to a wonderful breakfast while the girls talked about a man who came once a week. I was left curious since they rarely really talked about the men they pleasured with such excitement.

“Whom are you girls are talking about?” I asked.

“Oh, Felicity, he’s the most gorgeous man that’s ever come here,” Mag said, clearly showing how much she wanted the man in question. Then the smile disappeared. “Although he’s different.”

I leaned forward and rested my elbows on the table. Every single girl around us was paying attention to the conversation. “What do you mean different?”

“He takes only oral sex. He never penetrates a woman, nor does he take her twice,” Margaret answered, and the girls nodded. “My day could come any day now. The list of girls he’s not been to bed with is getting shorter.”

“He’s different because he’s a wolf and an Alpha,” a young girl said while eating scrambled eggs, as if saying stuff such as this was something normal to her.

All the girls at the table looked at her when everyone grew silent, but then Margaret started laughing, and all of us followed.

The day passed as if in a blink of an eye. Margaret had so much to say and to show me that when we crashed into bed we were crazy tired. The night was hot, so hot in fact that the girls who had come into Mag’s room to talk and I were only wearing panties and tight shirts. It was all too revealing, but they were used to being naked. As for me, I was comfortable with my body.

“Look at those endless legs,” one of the five girls said about me. In total, there were seven girls sitting and lying on the bed. “With that face and that body, you would be as requested as Margaret.”

“Yes, she would.”


They all seemed to agree while I smiled and rolled my eyes. I knew I was pretty, but I was not as beautiful as Margaret was. My hair was blonde, long and straight, and my eyes were green, but my appearance left a lot to be desired, especially since my nose was too big for my face. I was only comfortable with my body because I was tall and lean, and I liked my long legs and average breasts.

The conversation between us lasted until, one by one, the girls started leaving as they were summoned by their clients. A little past midnight there was only Margaret, another girl—Veronica—and myself. We were laughing when we heard a knock on the door. Dolores entered the room and closed the door behind her.

She came to the bed with a serious expression on her face. “Girls, I have master Yexes with me behind that door,” she whispered, and Veronica and Margaret gasped and covered their mouths with their hands as a sharp shiver rained down my spine. “As usual he asked to see all the girls available, and since the two of you are here, I’ll have to let him in, understand?” By the tone of Dolores’s voice, it sounded as though this client was important and the girls couldn’t mess anything up. “If you chooses you, Margaret, I’m afraid your day off will be passed to another day. As for you, Felicity—” She turned her attention to me. “—you’ll have to leave the room.”

I nodded while the girls sat and tried a position that looked sexy for when the man they both wanted came into the room. Dolores went for the door, and for some reason, I took a deep breath when she reached the handle and turned it. I heard some whispering between Dolores and the man before he could even enter the room.

My heart jumped when the door moved and a man appeared, but before I could see him, I dropped my eyes to the mattress. I heard the girls sighing as Yexes took small steps toward the bed. Even though I wasn’t seeing him, I could sense his presence and the weight he brought to the room. I thought if I looked at him, I would be left hypnotized as the rest of the girls of the house. So I just lay there, almost naked, and tried to look bored out of my mind.

It worked for a while, but then I heard something, barely a whisper.


I must have imagined it. Why would someone in the room say something like that? But then I felt something—his deep stare. Burning and marking every inch of my skin. I didn’t even know what he looked like, and I was already aroused by him. How wicked was that? Naturally, I couldn’t avoid the need to see his face, so I looked up.

Our gazes met, which was the death of me.

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