About this book
“I had set out in search of the perfect maritozzi, a bun stuffed with cream — much as I hoped to be at mid-month.”
Rome, 1872. Miss Cordelia Delachatte, lady explorer of ancient pleasure, has learned from her secretary Mr. Jones that Lupercalia will be revived for the first time in nearly two thousand years. She simply needs to let the wolf cult use her for the ceremony. For science, naturally.
She must first nourish the twin priests of Romulus and Remus as the she-wolf once did. Jones prepares her for the duty himself, tending her swollen body with surprising gentleness for a Cambridge man. He looks at her like the Madonna. She feels like the Magdalene.
The sacred goatskin stings across her thighs, and Faunus sends the pack chasing through torchlit ruins. Thankfully, Cordelia has always preferred to be caught. Dirt and pine needles grind into her skin as they claim their she-wolf one after another, filling her until she howls against walls that have not heard wolves for two thousand years.
Rome was not built in a day. But Cordelia discovers it can be founded in a single night.
Jones collects his employer and bandages her knees. His eyes look familiar. She is too well-used to wonder why.
Claimed by the Wolf Cult is the 10,000-word second installment of the Cordelia Delachatte, Victorian Lady Sexplorer series — for readers who prefer their history unbuttoned and their delights forbidden.
