Equinox 5: Legacy: Equinox Werewolf Erotica Series, #6

By Sage L. Morgan

To uncover a family secret, Kathy goes back to her ex-fiance Marcus while werewolf boyfriend Damon hunts down a missing person who may know the truth. But when Marcus proposes again and his mother drops a bombshell, things get even more complicated for the star-crossed couple in their quest to be together.

1- Equinox
2- Domination
3- Reckoning
4- Generations
5- Legacy

Warning: This 5,000 word story contains mature language and explicit depictions of werewolf sex. Intended for readers 18 years of age and older.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sage L. Morgan
• Release date: Mar 30, 2014
• ISBN: 9781498900584

Book preview

The Equinox series

Equinox (free!)

Domination

Reckoning

Generations

The door creaked open just as I slipped my pearl choker around my neck. I watched Marcus walk into my room in the vanity mirror. I turned around in my seat.

Oh, he said flatly.

My shoulders drooped. That doesn’t sound good.

A smile twitched over Marcus’s face. I thought you were going to wear the black dress.

I changed my mind.

Any chance you might change it back?

I turned back to the mirror and fastened earrings into my lobes. Marcus approached me from behind and rested his chin on my shoulder. His arms were draped around my waist.

I just love you in black. That’s all. His fingers lingered on the zipper of the pale blue chiffon dress I’d chosen to wear.

Marcus! The party—

The bodice suddenly loosened around me as Marcus lowered the zipper. His reflection smirked back at me. This will only take a minute.

I shuddered as he covered my newly-exposed skin with cold, wet kisses. The dress fell off of me, and my breasts spilled out into the open air. Marcus reached around to cup them in his hands as his mouth roamed down to my lower back.

I stared at myself with my dark hair piled high, with pearls on my throat, with Marcus’s hands on my body. This isn’t me, my mind kept saying. I closed my eyes when Marcus licked at the very top of my crack peeking out from the dress pooled around my hips. His hands slid down the center of my stomach and rested in my lap. This isn’t me.

Even though I’d grown up wishing to go