Leashed and Passed Around the Shifter Club: An Explicit Paranormal Pet Play Sharing Romance

I clip the leash to my collar at the entrance, the metal snap cutting through the club's pulse. Quade's hand presses at the small of my back, a silent claim, while Lorcan's stare burns from the bar. My body wants to drop to my knees for the one who will keep me.

But this is the shifter club where pets get passed and contested. I have always obeyed, always needed that tether to feel safe, yet the fear of being discarded after one night claws at me harder than the rival's hands ever could. Quade's touch lingers too long, turning protection into something hungrier.

The ritual could lock his ownership if he completes it before the Blood Moon. My fingers tighten on the leash as I wait for him to pull.