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    Sub for the Lion
    Sub for the Lion
    Sub for the Lion
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    Sub for the Lion

    By Angelique Voisen

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    Can a broken lion and an ex-soldier fix each other?

    Forty-year-old werelion Lance has retired from the lifestyle. When his mate and sub died, Lance thinks there’s nothing to live for...until he catches a glimpse of twenty-two year old Jax. When he sees the tattered soul behind Jax’s eyes, he unthinkingly agrees to do four domestic discipline sessions with Jax. As long as there are rules in place, Lance’s heart remains safe, or so he thinks.

    Jax doesn’t understand his instant attraction to the werelion Dom. He’s frustrated by the rules Lance set in place. Four sessions, no strings attached—but what if Jax wants more? Old demons from the past continue to haunt him, but his time Lance helps him forget. Can the two men heal and move on or will their pasts prevent anything good from taking hold?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherEvernight
    Release dateMar 13, 2017
    ISBN9781773392110
    Sub for the Lion
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    Angelique Voisen

    Angelique Voisen writes LGBTQ erotic romances and likes experimenting with different sub-genres. Her stories are often set in exotic settings and may include blades, fangs, kinky magic systems, and happily-ever-afters. Visit Angelique at www.angelvoisen.blogspot.com

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      Sub for the Lion - Angelique Voisen

      Published by EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING ® at Smashwords

      www.evernightpublishing.com

      Copyright© 2017 Angelique Voisen

      ISBN: 978-1-77339-211-0

      Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

      Editor: Karyn White

      ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

      WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

      This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

      DEDICATION

      To my readers, I hope you enjoy Jax and Lance’s story as much as I loved writing it.

      SUB FOR THE LION

      Angelique Voisen

      Copyright © 2017

      Chapter One

      Lance

      Looking at the furniture and toys in the private dungeon before the session depresses me. I reach out and touch the cool and twisted chains of the erotic swing set in the center of the room. I remember Curtis’s laugh, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief, the way his tempting lips formed the word Sir. He always said it like a dare, a challenge.

      When painful memories threaten to overwhelm me, it’s best I take a step back. Too bad every item in this room reminds me of him, of my dead mate. We picked every single one, debated, pored over the details. The lion in me wakes, restless, sorrowful as fuck.

      Nausea hits me, and I stumble over the heavy oak desk and plant my palms on the surface to catch my breathing. My lion itches under my skin, begging to be let out. The playroom’s windowless. Thank fuck for that, because the apartment looks out to the nature park across the street.

      I know with my condition, I should move. Somewhere to the city maybe, where there are no woods to tempt me into shifting one last time and eventually letting go of my human half.

      What am I doing? I whisper, staring at the items I’d laid out on the desk in a straight row. Curtis and I seldom used the desk. He never had a thing for discipline, not the way my new boy does.

      Jax.

      I mouth his name on my lips as if the single syllable can give my animal inner peace.

      I don’t know what made me agree to take him on for four sessions, one session per week, at eight on a Friday evening.

      Josh and Duke are owners of Thorn, the queer BDSM club Curtis and I used to frequent. I’ve known the power couple for decades, and one of the few I consider my friends. They were the ones who reached out to me last week, inquiring if I was interested in training a new sub.

      After Curtis’s death, I drifted away from the scene. I only agree to sessions when my beast begins to test my control, like now.

      I run my fingers over the paddles, floggers, and straps, debating which one to use. My mind wanders back to last Friday, when Josh and Duke invited me to their private office, making introductions.

      The memory remains vivid in my mind, because Jax didn’t bother changing out of his uniform after being discharged by the Army. Clean-shaven, handsome boy, with dark shadows under his eyes.

      Boy. I suppose I can only call him that once we’re alone. According to the file Duke and Josh gave me, he’s twenty-two. Prior to enlisting, Jax played with several experienced Doms in Thorn, moving from one to the next, as if he were restless, searching for answers.

      I fish out the phone in my back pocket, debate on cancelling the entire thing, coming up with some absurd excuse. Then I remember Jax quietly standing in the corner of Josh and Duke’s office, dark blue eyes the color of an angry storm. He looked far away, seemingly detached from reality.

      I took stock of him, noticing the scars partially hidden by his plain shirt and jacket, the way he shifted from one foot to the next. An old injury maybe. A snarl had caught in my throat, and despite being human, he’d met my gaze.

      Those eyes staring back me, look so similar to mine.

      Back then, I’d thought one broken man could fix another.

      Before I can type a message on my phone, it beeps. A message from Jax, telling me he’s going to be five minutes late because of traffic. I can use this as reason for punishment, get the ball rolling.

      Duke and Josh had left their office, and Jax and I had spent the next few hours highlighting his hard limits, talking about what would work and wouldn’t.

      I lean against the desk, tapping my

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