An erotic romance. Lora catches her friend Mason engaging in a hands-on activity, and offers him a helping hand of her own.

Book 1 of The Wolf Ring series. When Conner gives his girlfriend an antique ring, things between them get unexpectedly... wild. Warnings: Explicit sex, blunt language Length: Short story (7200 words) Read the sequel, The Wolf Hunger EXCERPT: Faelan sat huddled on the bed in her apartment, scratching irritably at her skin. Ever since she'd put that damn ring on, she'd been itching like crazy. At first the itching had been confined to her right hand, but now it was starting to spread everywhere. And it wasn't a normal itch, like she got from poison ivy or bug bites. It was a weird tingling sensation that she couldn't begin to describe. All she knew was, it was bothering the hell out of her. It made her want to get up and run at top speed around the room until she somehow outdistanced it. She grumbled to herself. Damn Conner, she thought with annoyance, not for the first time. Other guys gave their girlfriends nice normal diamond rings in gold or platinum settings. But Conner being Conner, he just had to give her something unusual. And it just figured that she was apparently allergic to silver. Not a good omen, really. She was allergic to the first ring he’d ever given her. Maybe that was fate’s way of letting her know they weren’t meant to be together after all. She shrugged that thought aside, because she just couldn't believe that. She was way too much in love with Conner to believe it. Conner was far and away the best thing that had ever happened to her. But even so, she didn't have much choice but to remove the damn thing. The itching, tingling sensation ran over her skin in ever-increasing waves, making her squirm uncomfortably, making her want to whimper. It was slowly morphing from a sensation of itchiness to one of... She wiggled uncomfortably, rubbing her thighs together. The tingling sensation was still all over her skin, every inch of it, but it seemed most intense right between her legs. The truth was, she was starting to feel kind of... horny.

Prince Barrak of Terra is sent to negotiate for peace with the Zytellians, an aggressive, matriarchal species which has conquered much of the known galaxy. Tiryl, the leader of the Zytellians, refuses to negotiate with a male, and she makes Barrak her prisoner instead. She intends to teach him his proper place in her society-as a subordinate whose only purpose is to please women. She uses every method at her disposal to "retrain" him. Unable to resist her, Barrak finds himself in chains...and in her bed. But when Barrak frees himself, he turns the tables and makes Tiryl his prisoner...and teaches her a lesson that she won't soon forget.