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  He manages to make himself walk out the door.

  Chapter Six: Voyeur

  After that, there is nothing for him to do but wait. He makes sure he is downwind and sits, waiting for Derek to return. She sound of her moving about in her home is soothing. He must have dozed off at some point because when he wakes, it is already dark out.

  It takes him another second to understand why he is awake in the first place and he stands up and turns his face to the window of the little cabin a stone's throw away.

  "Daddy, Daddy, what's wrong?" Her voice is lovely even from afar, sleep-laden and adorably confused. She has not realized the trouble she is in yet, but she is about to.

  He leans against the tree, confident that the dark would keep him hidden, even to a cat with sight as strong as Derek's. And the man isn't interested in seeing him now. No, he's completely obsessed with the young shifter. He can see them in the bedroom, her in her flimsy nightgown and Derek, completely naked already. Luckily for Eric, the weather is good enough he does not think to close the blinds and the window is big enough for him to see everything that's unfolding in the bedroom.

  "Someone was here," Derek growls, crawling up onto the bed. He doesn't waste time peeling off her nightgown. Instead, he grabs a handful on the front of her camisole and yanks, tearing the fabric at the seams.

  She cries out in shock, pulling away from him when he touches her too roughly, fingers pressing too strongly for it not to hurt. "Daddy, you're scaring me!" she cries, pulling away.

  "You let someone in the house when I wasn't home," he growls, pinning her down on the bed, hands on her wrists locked above her head, the weight of his body on her hips as he straddles her. "Who did you let into the house?"

  "I- I-"

  "Who was it?" he demands.

  She squirms under him, hands fluttering and then heartbeat racing when he loses patience and ties her hands over her head on the headboard. "Daddy?"

  "Who did you let into the house, baby?" he repeats.

  "Mr- Mr Erik. He was looking for you," she says quickly. "He brought a gift and I thought- I thought it'd be polite to let him in. He left really quickly, Daddy. He did!"

  "You let him in," he snarls, leaning down to breathe in her scent, checking to see if he had touched her.

  "He says he was looking for you," she says timidly.

  "Of course he said that," he growls, pinching her by her chin so she is looking at him. Her eyes are filled with tears and Erik can smell the tell-tale sign of salt in the air. "And you let him touch you, didn't you? Did you think I wouldn't notice?" he licks up her face. "Did you think I wouldn't be able to tell that someone has touched what's mine?"

  "Daddy," she sobs.

  "Did you smile at him, darling? Touch him and scent him like a little slut? Like a whore," he growls and she sobs louder.

  "Daddy, please. Please. I'm not- I won't-" she whimpers.

  Erik feels a little bad to have put her in that position. He knows the man would be incensed when he returns to find that his mate had let a stranger in. Erik even understood that he would be territorial afterwards, but he is curious to see the extent of their relationship, curious to see how far he would push her.

  "I'm sorry, Daddy," she whimpers as he bites the nape of her neck again, leaving angry red marks on her skin, starkly colored against her pale skin.

  "Did you think I wouldn't know? Did you think I am stupid enough to not hear the rumors about the new Alpha sniffing around in my town, my territory? Are you sick of me already? Would you replace me for someone newer? More interesting?"

  "I won't," she whimpers, shaking her head frantically. "I'm yours, Daddy. Only yours. Please, please, I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She's trembling violently under him, pulling at her arms and trying to free herself. She bucks upwards and writhes on the bed but that only causes her to rock against his body, brush against his cock that is pressing on her stomach. "I love you, Daddy. I love you."

  "Terrible little mate," he growls, scooting back and leaning down to close his jaws on her waist. "You always know just the right things to say, don't you?" he rumbles, sucking love bites on her skin like he's laying claim to her body.

  "I love you. Only you," she promises. "Please, Daddy. I'm sorry."

  He kisses down from her waist to her legs. "You're a terrible temptation. Look at you, rutting up to me like you can't wait for me to fuck you already," he grumbles, pressing his face against her hip.

  She sobs miserably as he eases her legs open, spreading her and pushing her back to lift her ass from the bed. He parts her legs as wide as they can go as he continues to lift her up, folded her onto herself until her toes are touching her fingers.

  "Look how easily you spread your legs for me, baby," he says. "Did you spread your legs for him too?"

  She is sobbing too hard to hear him, though there is something else to it too.

  Erik realizes with a jolt that this is another game to them. His show of possessiveness that others would find abusive is arousing for the both of them. Underneath the fear and anxiety is an overwhelming scent of arousal and desperation.

  He presses his face between her legs and his mouth covers her heat readily.

  She bucks up into his touch as she cries, whimpering and gasping desperately as he tongue-fucks her. Her sobs are interceded with low moans as the man presses his tongue into her wet hole again and again.

  Despite himself, Erik can't help but agree with the man. She does sob like a needy whore, the sounds coming from her lips absolutely perverse. Her little body trembles, hands pulling against her restraints. Her tail is pinned wraps around her inner thigh and brushes against his face, as though trying to push him off but she is nowhere near strong enough to do so.

  His hands are on her thighs, keeping her in place as he eats her out, licking and tongue-fucking her, sucking her clit and teasing her until she is gasping, panting for air. "Look at you, so pretty and pink and open already. I barely even touched you," he says. "You're a little slut, aren't you? Just like your mother. Opening her legs for anyone with a cock." His forefingers delve into her tight heat and pulls in opposite directions, spreading her open.

  "No, no, Daddy," she moans loudly, head thrown back, body arching like she no longer has control of her own body. "I 'm not- I won't- I won't," she stutters.

  "You're such a little cock whore. Your pussy is so wet. Should I finally fuck you today, darling? Take your virginity and make you mine."

  "Yes," she whimpers. "Yes, Daddy. Please. Please, fuck me," she babbles, blinking away tears. "Daddy, please."

  Virginity? Erik thinks with a jolt. Despite himself, he regrets not kidnapping her when he had the chance and he regrets even more that he is what pushes the man into taking her for the first time.

  He climbs off the bed for a second and reaches for a bottle of what Erik assumes is oil. Then, he coats his fingers generously in the oil and dribbles a generous amount between her legs before sliding them into her hole.

  She makes a pained noise that lets him know that he isn't just working on her pussy.

  "Daddy, daddy, no. I don't- that feels weird, Daddy," she cries and it reminds him so much of that day outside when she was tied up on the tree that he almost comes instantly. He's rock hard, precum leaking form the tip, his cock throbbing as though ready to grow a knot already. He bucks into his clenched hands, witching he was close enough to scent her better, to smell her arousal and feel her soft skin against his hand.

  He imagines he's the one she's begging.

  "Look at you, baby. So pretty and ready for Daddy. Should I fuck you here?" He plunges his fingers into her hole and she sobs.

  "No, no. Not that, Daddy. I don't- I don't want-" she whimpers.

  "You're being contrary. I thought you wanted me to fuck you? Should I leave instead?"

  That brings about a fresh wave of tears and panic. "No, no, Daddy. Don't leave. Please don't leave me."

  He hushes her kissing the inside of her thigh, still keeping her folded
up with fingers from both hands inside her, moving in and out with a steady rhythm that has her gasping and whimpering. He works on her until she comes and then keeps on fingering her through her orgasm, making her body buck up as she cries a litany of 'please's and 'Daddy's that makes Erik feel equally aroused and perverse for watching them like a voyeur he's quickly turning into.

  His Wolf wants to attack, wants to kill the competition and claim her for his own. He holds himself back. His cock throbs and he swipes his thumb over the weeping head of his cock, his entire body bucking at the jolt of pleasure that the touch brings.

  Derek is a cruel lover, making her come until she is sobbing from the overstimulation, the mixture of pain and pleasure and everything in between. It feels like forever until he finally bends her over and fucks into her tight hole with his cock. Seconds later, he pulls back out and is coming over her breasts and legs, hot spurts of come splattering her pale skin. She spasms and convulses as her muscles tense and she free-falls into another orgasm, trembling in the aftermath.

  He lets her free as she sucks in great heaving sobs, crying harder now than before.

  Erik isn't proud to come to the sound of her sobs, grunting as he sprays come over his pants again. He throws a hand out and catches himself on the trunk of the tree as his legs seize from the intensity of his orgasm. He is still hard.

  Straining his ears, he listens in on what's happening in the house. There's silence except for her broken hiccups and soft sobs.

  "Shh..." Derek hushes her, combing his fingers through her hair.

  She's a pretty sight, tail curled between her legs with the tip on her bellybutton, her ears draped close to her head like even the muscles there are tired as she lays splayed on the bed, too exhausted to move, splatters of come on her skin. "Why won't you fuck me, Daddy?" she whispers, hot tears trickling down her face, arms clinging tightly around his broad shoulders, her small form huddled into her Alpha's chest.

  He huffs and answers good-naturedly. "Oh? I thought that was what we had been doing?"

  "You know what I mean," she whines.

  He shifts their bodies on the bed, curling his much larger body around hers so that Erik can no longer see any of her. "You're so small, baby girl," he says. "I don't want to hurt you."

  Erik thinks that's a little contrary, seeing as she should be able to take his cock in her pussy much easier than in her anal hole.

  "But you won't," she insists.

  "Lions mate up to a hundred times a day, my love. Are you sure you're ready for that?" he asks.

  Erik startles at the knowledge. He supposes that does sound legitimate. After all, when Werewolves fuck, they have knots to make sure their mates are impregnated. It's only natural that Werecats have their own way of making sure their mates would take.

  She whines and lets out a soft keening noise that makes Erik think he's still touching her. "You know I am, Daddy."

  "Stubborn little mate," he sighs. "You want Daddy to fill you up?" he asks. She must have nodded again because he continues, "Such a little whore I have for a mate, wanting cock even though you've already come," he growls, licking up the back of her neck.

  "Daddy," she whines.

  "Hush now. I'll give you what you want, but you have to stay still, okay, darling?"

  "Okay, Daddy."

  "There's my good girl," he says and begins to rock into her from behind.

  "Oh," she gasps. "Oh, it won't- it won't fit," she cries.

  "It'll fit, darling. Don't you worry," he reassures her, pulling back only to rock forward again. "You're already nice and open, my love. But first, I want you to do something for me."

  "Anything," she whimpers.

  "I want you to beg for it, beg me to fuck you."

  She cries as he teases her.

  "Come on, darling. You can do it," he coaxes.

  She hiccups and whimpers as he opens her up, fingers her open as he teases the head of his cock against her slit without entering her. "Please, Daddy. I- ah- I want you."

  "You want me to what, darling? Be specific."

  "I want- I want you to fuck my pussy with your cock!" She sounds wrecked, tears choking her as she sobs.

  "Good girl," he says, curling around her on the bed, pushing her face down and putting his weight on her as he slowly slides into her tight heat, pushing in gradually.

  She twists under him, trying to both get closer and pull away. "Daddy, it's too big," she whimpers.

  "I know, darling. I know," he hushes. "You're such a lovely little mate, my love. I'll have to be gentle with you, won't I?" He kisses the back of her neck and then closes his jaw over her shoulder. "Stay still," he rumbles and she grasps the sheets and attempts to drag herself out from beneath him. "You're so tight, darling. I want you to stay still," he says. "Relax. Relax. That's it," he coaxes, twisting his fingers around her long tail and pulling her up, bodily.

  She yelps. "Daddy- Daddy- don't pull my tail," she cries, frantic.

  "I won't if you stop struggling," he says.

  She nods and he lets go, hands on her hips instead. He beings to thrust into her gain and again, sliding deeper with each thrust, hushing her when she lets out hitched sobs and clamping his sharp teeth over her neck when she tries to move away, body curling over her small frame like a big cat.

  "You feel so good, baby. So perfect," he growls, pushing all the way to the hilt.

  She yowls like a cat being rutted, like an animal in heat finally getting what they want and then deciding only then that she's changed her mind. She starts to struggled harder, sharp nails scratching his arms as the fur on her ears and tails bristles.

  "I've got you," Derek growls, pinning her down and ignoring the gashes she's leaving on his arms. "You're mine now," he snarls, biting her shoulder hard enough to draw blood.

  Erik grows hard without meaning to, his half-hard cock thickening to full-mast and getting unbearably thick again. He comes to the sound of her gasps and leaves before he can see more. There are limits to how much he can keep his wolf from attacking and he is fast reaching it.

  Chapter Seven: Lure

  He doesn't wait long to see her. In fact, he is at their door the very next day.

  "Hello again, little one," he says when she opens the door.

  Her eyes widen upon seeing him, heartbeat going rabbit quick. "I'm not- you can't be here," she says, trying to close the door in his face, a stark difference from his reception yesterday.

  He places a firm hand on the door and puts on a face of mock worry. "Is anything wrong?" he asks. "Are you hurt?" he asks deliberately, knowing there are wounds on her body, but those are sexual wounds, marks made by an overenthusiastic lover.

  "I'm not- nothing's wrong- you should- you should go," she stutters, trying her best to close the door. Her gaze darts from side to side, as though thinking of running away.

  Her fear shouldn't be so arousing, but he thinks of her running and his Wolf is excited to give chase, tongue lolling out from the side, paws digging into the ground. "You smell like you've been hurt," he says.

  She shakes her head. "I haven't. I'm fine, Mr. Hunter. Please, please leave," she pleads, looking down on her feet, fear and anxiety making her even smaller, even more desirable.

  "You don't smell fine," he says. He walks up to her, keeping her from being able to close the door on him. Up close, her scent is even more potent, like sweet honey and warm tea on a rainy day. He thinks of the best way to approach this and decides to go straight into things. "I heard you yesterday," he says. "You were crying for your 'Daddy' to stop."

  She flushes a bright red and her lips part and close a few times, like she is having difficulty understanding what he's saying.

  "I thought you said he wasn't your father."

  "He's not!" she insists. "It's terrible of you to eavesdrop, Mr. Hunter," she says crossly, puffing her chest like that's in any way capable of making her look bigger. She barely reaches his neck and the effort just makes her look more adorable.

  "
If he's hurting you, or forcing you, I can help," he says. "And if you're fucking your own father, then there are... places- therapists that can help you with that too. You don't have to stay here if you don't want to," he promises, trying to sound as sincere as he can.

  She frowns and her eyes fill with tears. "That's not- you don't understand," she stutters, tears glistening on her lashes as she looks up at him. "I- I love him. It's just- it's just something we do for fun. It doesn't mean anything. Daddy- Alpha Derek says it's normal. People do it all the time."

  He feels a little bad for making her cry and for making her doubt herself and her relationship, but she does cry so very prettily and he's only human. Well, half human. "Is he hurting you?"

  She shakes her head quickly, but then stops and nods a little. "But only because I like it," she insists.

  "You like getting hurt?" he asks.

  She nods timidly, a single tear rolling down her cheek. "Sometimes!" she says, ears turning red.

  "How long have you two been sexually intimate?" he asks, not letting her pause on each answer for too long.

  She crosses her arms over her chest, more upset than embarrassed now. "He didn't touch me until I'm eighteen."

  That's hardly a relief, considering he could have started grooming her before then. "Are you trying to defend him?" he asks.

  "Defend him?" she echoes, confused.

  "He would be in serious trouble if anyone were to find out your relationship. He is your father by name, you see. The legal files state that he's your father and you carry his last name even though you claim that you don't share blood. That would hardly matter to the courts, who would take you away and put him in prison."

  "But he's not- he's not hurting me," she insists, worried again. "Why are you doing this?" she whimpers. "I love him," she insists.

  "You're too young to know what love is."

  "That's not true," she insists. "Daddy loves me and I love him back."

  "How do you know?" he asks. "How can you be sure? Have you loved anyone before?"