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  Werewolf Taboo 1

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  Marilynn Fae

  Copyright 2019 Marilynn Fae

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. No part in this book may be reproduced, transmitted, stored, or distributed without permission of the author or publisher.

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  "Do you think there's something wrong with me?" she whispers in the dark.

  He startles. He had been close to falling asleep when her soft voice woke him. "Baby?" he asks without thinking and tenses.

  She doesn't seem to mind, nuzzling up to him with a happy little sound. She's turns around some time when he was drowsing so that she's pressing her breasts to his chest, blinking up at him, the perfect picture of innocence. Surely she's doing this on purpose. "Do you think there's something wrong with me?" she clarifies.

  "There's nothing wrong with you," he says automatically, arms tightening around her torso without thinking. It presses her even closer and he regrets doing it, immediately loosening his hold on her.

  "There must be," she insists.

  "What makes you think there's something wrong with you, baby?" he asks.

  "Nobody wants to have sex with me," she says.

  He sees red. He swears under his breath and shuts his eyes for a moment, trying to push away the thoughts of her and sex with someone else. "That can't be true," he says.

  "It is," she sighs, like she's resigned herself to never having sex with anyone. "They have these parties in uni where everyone just sorts of have sex with everyone and I'm never invited."

  Because he would kill anyone who thinks they could touch her without taking full responsibility. She sounds just a little bit disappointed and he tries to think about it from her perspective. "What about Sam?" he asks and flinches when her scent sours with disappointment.

  "I never really clicked with him," she says. "He didn't make me feel safe. Not like you," she adds that last bit softly. Then, like a lightbulb going off in her brain, she asks, "Would you have sex with me?"

  He feels as though all the blood in his body has gone to his cock. His wolf howls with joy. Yes, yes, yes. Mate. Claim. He chokes those back. "That's not- You can't ask that, darling," he says. He shouldn't have let her sleep in his bed the past few days. And he had been doing such a good job raising her prior to this too. He must have fucked up at some point, done something wrong to make her ask something so perverse.

  "Why not?" she asks, looking completely innocent, clearly expecting him to answer.

  "It's not- It's not something you do with family. Surely you know that," he says. She's studying to be a doctor. She's the top of her year. There is no way she doesn't know.

  "You're not related to me by blood," she says softly, eyes wide, hopeful. "I'm adopted, Will," she reasons like he's the one being unreasonable.

  A better man would tell her that it doesn't matter if they're related by blood. He practically raised her and he's in a position of power. He would be taking advantage of her.

  "You've taught me everything else I know. Why not this?" she persists.

  "This is different," he says.

  "Please," she leans up until her breath fans his chin. She looks so perfect like this, offering herself up to him like some sort of virgin sacrifice- exactly like a virgin sacrifice.

  He presses her back, hating himself.

  He doesn't expect her to surge forward, refusing to be pushed aside so easily. He doesn't expect her to throw herself on him, pinning him down with the weight of her body, legs straddling his hips, the shirt she's wearing hiking up to her waist and showing him what he has been suspecting for the past several days. She's wearing nothing underneath.

  His hands grasp her hips almost instinctively, worried that she would fall of he lets go. They used to play like this, when she was much, much younger. There's nothing innocent about the way she's leaning against his cock, her opening wet with arousal even though he hasn't done anything at all.

  The shirt stretches around her breasts and he can see through the thin material that her nipples are pebbled and pink, just begging to be kisses, sucked, and fondled. His cock twitches, growing harder still.

  Her eyes glitter with unshed tears, mouth pursed in a lovely pout that he longs to kiss away. "Please," she whispers, leaning forward to press her lips to his. It's not like her usual kisses. She doesn't pull away, kissing him on the mouth, pushing past the fold of his lips and trying to lick inwards. It's wet and slick and she whines when she doesn't get her way straight away.

  He really has spoiled her, giving her everything she wants. He knows he should put his foot down and deny her this. It is not proper- it will never be accepted in the eyes of society. She deserves someone better, someone who can take care of her and provide her a peaceful, happy life.

  This steamy short story contains scenes inappropriate for 18-years and below. A young woman experiences her first time with an Alpha Werewolf. It contains pseudo-incest (not related), taboo, domination and submission, size-difference (large males, petite female), and knotting.

  Contents

  Look Inside

  Prologue

  Chapter One: Growth

  Chapter Two: Heartbreak

  Chapter Three: Innocent

  Chapter Four: Knot

  Chapter Five: Morning

  Chapter Six: Love

  Epilogue

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  Sneak Peek

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  Prologue

  It's hard, watching her grow and knowing that she's meant for him without actually doing anything about it. She's a sweet little thing. He can tell, even as she toddles after him, chubby arms and all, that she's going to grow up to be a real heart-breaker.

  "Daddy," she calls out even though he's not her father. He bends down and lets her stumble into his open arms, giggling happily. "Daddy, daddy," she babbles, followed by a stream of word that means nothing except to her.

  He supposes he could be her father now. He's all of eighteen and is responsible for a child- a human child at that. Human children are notoriously difficult to keep alive. He picks her up easily and fits her in his arms. She's light enough that he can still carry her without feeling her weight at all. Four-years-old and she already has him eating out of the palm of her hand. "Will, baby," he corrects her. "I'm Will, not Daddy."

  He lets her cuddle up to him like a little cub because his parents used to let her nuzzle up to them like this and it's how she finds affection. She clings to him with all her strength, not quite understanding why he's the only one she has left. Their parents died in a freak accident and he was faced with a difficult decision. He could either let her go to an orphanage, or raise her on his own pup. He chose the later.

  He loves her. He's not going to let some strangers raise her. And she's human. She's going to have a tough time growing up with people who're mostly Shifters who don't know better. She's old enough to go to a kindergarten now and as much as he would want to home-school her, the conditions of his adoption dictate that he needs to be able to provide her with a healthy, happy childhood. If he doesn't, they won't hesitate taking her away. As if anyone in the orphanage could do better.

  If anyone hurts her, he's going to tear them with his fangs and make sure they never touch anything ever again.

  "Daddy?" she whines.

  When he comes back to his mind, she's all curled up in his arms. He's holding her too tight and it must have hurt a little bit, but she clutches him still and seems to understand he's in a maudlin mood.

  "I love you, Daddy." She presses a wet kiss on his cheek with a loud, "Mwah!"

>   He resists the urge to return one for all of two seconds before caving, pressing a kiss on both her chubby cheeks. "I love you too, pumpkin," he says, letting her go. She bolts towards the kindergarten entrance, ecstatic to be able to play with people her own age.

  He sighs, feeling a little pang of hurt in his heart to watch her go. He has a feeling he's going to have to get used to that feeling.

  Chapter One: Growth

  Years slide by with surprising speed.

  They get used to life being just the two of them. Or rather, he gets used to the responsibility of raising a human child while she flourishes.

  Only sixteen and his precious cub is already breathtakingly beautiful. She has a sort of grace and charm that has teachers doting on her without marking her an outcast among her peers. Her classmates crowd around her like moths to fire, as though hoping that just by being in her presence, they can absorb some of her grace. She's kind without being naive, and intelligent without being obnoxious. The children who used to make fun of her in grade school now trip over over each other trying to get her attention and be considered one of her friends.

  It doesn't matter that she's human. She's as agile as the best of them and is quick witted enough that the lack of strength doesn't put her at a disadvantage when it comes to contact sports. Though he has all but banned her participation in them, not liking her coming home smelling like bruises and her teammates.

  She had thrown a tantrum to rival all tantrums. She didn't speak to him for weeks.

  She doesn't have many close friends as far as he can tell. It's exhausting, she admits, cuddling up against him on the couch in the evening after dinner.

  "They put me on this pedestal where I'm supposed to be perfect and I'm not," she tells him quietly. "You're the only one who knows the real me." It's corny, but he finds himself warming to her words regardless, pressing a kiss to her temple. She interlinks their fingers together and he can't find the words to let her know just how much she means to him.

  "Love you too, pup," he says, trying not to sound all choked up about it. It's been a while since she's opened up to him. Her teenage years involved a lot of door slamming and her declaring he doesn't know her at all. This is nice. He kisses the back of her hand and enjoys the feeling of her head against his shoulder.

  He must have done something right because not only is she popular at school, she's smart too, one of the top students in the country. She's already been accepted into multiple universities and the only reason why she's reluctant is because she isn't keen on leaving. At least, that was the reason he's been told. He's beginning to wonder if it's just an excuse.

  The problem begins on an innocuous Friday evening. He is in the middle of preparing her dinner when he scents her coming towards the door, smelling like desire and come. He thought she was playing- experimenting because she's young and naive, but she's sixteen and too young for sex. He's not even supposed to be home today. There had been an accident at work and everyone was sent home early. Immediately, a million and one thoughts cross his mind. Does she do this all the time and he's been unaware because he spends too much time at work? Has she been having sex long? Where did he go wrong?

  When she reaches the door, he finds other scents on her, the sour-scent of humiliation and frustration and salty scent of tears.

  He's already at the door when she gets it open and he yanks her in, slamming the door shut. His hands grip her shoulders firm and angry. "Who is it?" he demands.

  Her eyes widen in surprise at the sight of him, and then she looks away immediately. "Nobody," she lies unconvincingly. She smells even more like sex up close. She grimaces when his vice-like grip on her shoulders tighten. "A guy at school," she crumbles almost immediately. She's good at keeping secrets, but she would admit everything the moment he confronts her.

  "A guy at school," he echoes, brow furrowing, trying to sniff out the 'guy' and grimacing at the idea of someone else's come on her skin. Except it's not on her skin. He turns her around and follows the source of the scent. He notices the smear on her inner thigh with a growl and flips up her skirt without really thinking too much about it. She yelps and he smells her arousal in the air, but he staunchyly ignores it.

  It's not noticeable, just a slightly wet patch on top of her frilly pink underwear. There are finger-shaped bruises on her inner thigh and red scratches on her skin. His fingers linger on her skin and he ignores her hitched breath as he closes his palm over the bruise. "Does it hurt?" he asks, his tone softening somewhat at the sight of her hurt. He has to resist the urge to lean over the bruises and lick her up, clean away the signs that someone else had touched her at all. It's just his wolf wanting to take care of pack, he tells himself staunchly.

  "Only a little," she confesses, her voice a pitch higher than normal, her voice trembling. She's shaking a little bit too, her soft frame pinned against the door with his hands on her.

  It takes a second for him to register that he's staring at her the smooth, soft skin of her inner thigh and that he's touching her inappropriately. He wants to bite down over the bruise, leave his own mark on her skin. He yanks his hand away as though her skin had burnt him. The skirt drops innocuously back down.

  She turns around and peers up at him through her long lashes that are glistening with tears. He sighs and pulls her into her house until they're in the kitchen. He turns off the stove with the pot that's bubbling over and turns around to face her. She's sitting on the kitchen chair, hands folded together and eyes averted. Afraid.

  He sighs. It's been a long while since they've had a heart-to-heart. Work had kept him busy and she's still unhappy about him vetoing her decision to join the school sports team. Apparently she's really good for a human.

  He kneels down so that he's looking up at her and she doesn't feel quite so intimidated. She's not quite his height yet and he doubt she would ever be. Humans tend to be smaller than werewolves, after all. Her toes don't even reach the floor.

  He's reminded of how young she is again and his heart does that uncomfortable flipflop. He considers burning the chair afterwards if she gets the scent of the boy's come on it.

  Drawing a deep breath, he tips her head so that their eyes meet.

  Her eyes widen, brows furrowed together. "Daddy?" she whispers, soft, almost like she's afraid of being heard.

  It's blatant manipulation. She knows how the title weakens him. "Did he force you?" he asks, staring straight into her eyes to make sure she's being honest. He exhales in relief when she shakes her head. "Threaten?"

  She shakes her head again.

  That's good. He had been worried. There are still tear tracks on her cheeks. He cradles her cheek in his large hand and she leans into his touch without thinking. "Why did you let him?" he asks, curling his lip in distaste. He wonders if she's been doing this a lot and normally washes the scent away before he comes home. He quickly pushes the thought back. He would be able to tell. They do their laundry together.

  She shrugs. "Everyone else was doing it," she says but she's avoiding his eyes. "I wanted- I wanted to see how it would feel like. I thought it'd be nicer than this," she admits.

  The thought of her being bent over while someone jerks off and comes on her ass makes his blood boil for more reasons than one. He pushes his emotions aside. "Wasn't it pleasant for you?" he frowns at her, trying to read her. He's become very good at it, but she's also very good at hiding now.

  He remembers vividly how he hadn't realized that the kids at school had been bullying her until the headmaster called him in and apologized profusely because one of the werewolves had pushed her too hard and she has bruises on her elbows and knees. They hadn't gone beyond name-calling before. She's not a wolf and won't heal, so they wouldn't have been able to hide her injuries. Everyone had been terrified when they saw him. He had already began to have a reputation by then.

  He didn't take her out of school, but the boy's parents no longer had jobs to pay for them to stay there, so he calls it even.

  "I
thought I'd like it," she confesses. "It just made me feel dirty." She shrugs like it's no big deal, but she's crying again, tears dripping down her face.

  He finds himself softening completely. He's never been particularly adept at dealing with her tears. "Silly thing," he sighs, wiping her cheeks with his palm. He kind of wants to pull her down so that he can lick away her tears, make things all better and leave his scent on her skin, but that would just frighten her, so he stops himself. "Did you like the boy, at least?" he asks.

  She starts nodding and then shakes her head. "He's popular," she says like it means anything.

  He can't help but be reminded of just how young and innocent she is. "You could try again with someone else?" he offers feebly and blanches, wishing he could slam his head into the nearest wall for even suggesting such a stupid thing.

  Instead of making her feel better, she starts crying harder, falling over the edge of the chair to wrap her arms around his neck. He's solid enough that he doesn't fall over, but it's a near thing and he ends up on his ass with the young girl in his grasp, clutching to him and sobbing.

  He pulls her closer, his hold on her relaxing a little. "Are you hurt?" he asks, his tone softening.

  She shakes her head. "He didn't really do anything," she admits and he seriously doubts that that the boy 'didn't really do anything'. There are bruises all over her hips. Then again, she's sixteen. The boy is probably too excited and too inexperienced to remember to make things sex pleasurable for his partner. He probably even forgot that she's human and would have bruises that won't heal as quickly if she was a wolf.

  He wants to ask a lot more details, but he has a feeling he's better not knowing. He reminds himself that she's still young. It's normal for her to experiment with her peers. The first time he had sex, he was fourteen. Sixteen is fine. Except he wants to hunt down the boy who had touched her at all.

  She isn't crying anymore, but she's still clutching him tightly and he sighs, wondering if it would make her feel better if he went out and hunted the boy down. Then again, she hadn't really appreciated it when he made the bullies's parents lose their jobs. She has always been emphatic and had worried about them not getting enough food if they didn't have work. They had work, just elsewhere, he lied easily. They were probably already packing their bags to leave for another country by then. It made her school days marginally easier. People knew to leave her alone and some of the more powerful families encouraged their children to be friends with her because of him.