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  He had only stumbled into the party by chance. Or perhaps it is fate that brought them together again.

  He kept away in the beginning, wanting to observe and see, pick up conversation and figure out what she’s been up to all these years. Not much, from the looks of it. But fuck, has she grown up to be even more beautiful than he expected, all soft curves and pale skin, delicate glances and sweet voice drifting into his ears like an aphrodisiac.

  “I would like to claim your daughter,” he tells John the moment she is out of earshot.

  The man splutters for several moments. It’s unexpected, of course. John hasn’t expected him to show up tonight at all. He is in a position where he doesn’t need to play being friendly with anyone anymore.

  To his surprise, Tom doesn’t leap to agree. Instead he says, “On one condition.”

  He supposes it’s only fair that the man has a chance to see. He has had to watch her grow his entire life and she’s really such a sweet little thing, so irresistible and tempting.

  He pushes her onto the bed and pins her down with his fingers around her wrist when she tries to cover herself between her legs with them.

  She sobs softly, embarrassed by how much skin is being exposed. He cups her breasts with one hand and curls over her body, lazily sucking her nipple into his mouth.

  “Ah, ah, ah, please, Daddy. Please,” she whimpers and John startles at the side.

  Of course. John hadn’t known about his many kinks before he agreed to hand over his darling child. Step-child, he reminds himself quietly. He’ll let the man watch, but he’s not going to let him touch. There’s something completely perverse about letting him in the room in the first place, and though he doesn’t mind at all.

  He smirks and pinches her clit, getting her nice and tight all over again.

  “Ah, stop, stop, Daddy,” she begs, breath hitching in humiliation even as her thighs clamp around his hips in a weak attempt to pull him closer. “I can’t- I can’t come anymore, Daddy,” she whimpers.

  “Baby,” he growls.” Spread your legs. You promised to be good, didn’t you? You asked for this yourself, remember? Practically begged me to fuck you.”

  She sucks in a breath and shakes her head. “No, no,” she cries, tears trickling down the side of her face. It’s her own fault really. She’s so beautiful when she cries.

  He growls at her and she whimpers, quieting her protest. She’s still crying softly, breathless little huffs when he flicks his fingers over her clit, but she’s no longer trying to push him away with her hands and is laying limp on the bed, body shivering and bucking up to him.

  There’s something truly divine about making her do this for him. How easily she takes orders when she’s afraid. Humiliation is a beautiful look on her, coloring her cheeks and her chest a pretty shade of pink and red. He twists them around, giving their audience a better look of her naked body, so small and lithe on top of him. His hands cup her ass, fingers sliding into her anal hole and fingering her open, using his come to make her nice and wet there too.

  Her pussy walls clench down on him. She’s so fucking tight.

  The other werewolves are spread around them, but know better than to interrupt without permission.

  He considers not giving it to them, but it’s selfish of him not to share. It’s not like they can get her pregnant by fucking her anally anyways.

  “Come then, she has more than one hole to fill,” he says, feeling particularly generous. Perhaps it’s because he just found out that not only was she unmated, she had been a virgin when he took her. Truthfully, he had worried about hurting her when he first put his cock in her, but she adapted so well and she even has his knot inside her now. Sweet little thing. “Are you going to be good for me, baby?” he murmurs close to her skin, hands still on her ass to keep her nice and spread.

  She blinks at him and her mouth parts to form a soundless cry when William climbs into the bed and pushes the head of his cock to her puckered hole, filling the space that he had just vacated, his cock opening her up and sinking in deep.

  She sobs into his chest as the man takes her anal virginity. She’s probably so overstimulated that it hurts more than a bit to be made to come so soon again.

  “Ah, ah, ah, Daddy- Daddy, no,” she cries, twisting and turning, trying to to free herself desperately. “I can’t- I can’t,” she sobs.

  “Already?” he growls. “It’s just two cocks, darling,” he says. “Going to train you to take even more. Maybe have your pussy all stretched out so we can have two knots inside your pretty little cunt at once. You’re going to be look so pretty, all full of come. You don’t even know who’s fucking your anal hole, do you?” he murmurs and curls his hand on the back of her neck to yank her head down when she tries to twist around to find out.

  “Daddy?” she whimpers.

  “It could be,” he says and grins at the way her heart rate speeds up to a worrying rate. It also makes her tighten up more and she’s growing wetter with every thrust.

  He could come again just like this, with his cock in her cunt and Will’s cock thrusting forcefully into her anal hole.

  He licks into her mouth as she cries and knows that he’s going to keep her, just as he’s promised. He’ll marry her and take her home. Maybe he’ll make true of his threat to tie her up. He won’t take her as a mistress, though. She’s too pretty for that. He’ll marry her and breed her proper, have her full with his pups all the time and maybe when the mood strikes, he’ll share her with others.

  She whines as the man fucking her anal hole comes inside of her and lets out a sharp cry that is muffled in his mouth when the moment he pulls out, the emptiness is filled with another.

  She’ll make the perfect little wife.

  He grins and swallows the rest of her sobs.

  END

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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.

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  “No! Wai-” The rest of her protest is muffled by her own panties that Cain has stuffed into her mouth.

  She looks at Luke, pleading with her eyes for him to put a stop to this but he’s grinning from ear to ear, looking like he’s enjoying the show immensely. His hand is stuffed down his pants and she can see him gripping his erection. The sight makes her suddenly aware of the thick scent of arousal in the air, making it hard to breathe. She gasps when Caleb and Cain grips her by her ankle and lifts them up.

  Her legs are spread wide suddenly. Blood rushes to her cheeks as she tries to cover herself between her legs. Her own fingers are met with a growing wetness that causes her to blush even more. Her hands are pried away quickly and then all eyes are on her, staring at her pussy lips, already glistening wet even though she is more afraid than she is aroused.

  Her protests are muffled by the cloth in her mouth. She is humiliated by the thought of these strangers looking at her pussy.

  “Shaved, I see,” Caleb teases. He is the one holding her hand aside so he can look at her more clearly. “You’re a little slut, aren’t you?” he growls.

  She wants to argue that all hucows are bare. She just doesn’t grow hair between her legs.

  “She’s always shaved,” Luke says, his tone so casual it is as though he is merely commenting on the weather. “Gorgeous, isn’t she?” he says.

  She is a little annoyed that he doesn’t know she doesn’t shave, that he’s unaware that hair simply doesn’t grow there, but she is too busy feeling mortified by all the eyes on her, staring and looking at her pussy lips.

  “She’s so fucking wet already,” Keats says, surprising her by being the first to reach between her legs and spread her pussy lips open. He slides his forefingers inside, spreading her open to peer into her hole.

  She turns her head to the side even as a spike of arousal jolts up her spine. She bites her lower lip to keep from crying out. Cain’s voice is like velvet in her ear when he speaks behind her. “You’re absolutely lovely.”

  She tries to tilt her face away, but he is holding onto her waist too tightly and pinning her arms too securely. She cries out when Luke rips her blouse open, revealing her frilly pink bra underneath. He wastes no time in taking that off as well, snapping the front clasps open and tugging it out of the way. She is too distracted to fight back with Keats’s fingers on her pussy lips, rubbing between them and teasing her hole before moving his attention up to rub her clit.

  Pleasure jolts up her spine and she tries to squirm her hips away from him, but the two men holding her legs open hold firm and she can’t do anything but submit herself to the way the almost-stranger is opening her hole up.

  Fingers rub and tease her nipples, drawing milk to the tips. She whimpers as milk begins to form on the tips of her nipples and pebble there, dripping down slowly at first, and then in great spurts when they begin to pinch lower.

  The heavy scent of arousal mixed with creamy milk and musk fills her nose and lungs. Cain’s and Keats’s fingers are on her pussy, spreading her wide from the inside as though trying to split her open, presenting the glistening pink hole within. She cries out as her hips bucked into the touch, the pleasure too much for her to take. Her walls tighten around their fingers, tense enough that they are able to feel it and glance up at her together.

  “Why don’t we tie her down?” Cain suggests and she is torn between crying out for mercy and begging them to just get on with fucking her already. Anything is better than the torture of having every inch of her body groped and played with without the satisfaction of being filled. Already, she is losing sense of herself, the initial humiliation and reluctance replaced completely by want and arousal.

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  Author

  Marilynn Fae is a full-time writer who is in love with supernatural romance, especially those with innocent young virgins who have no idea what they are getting themselves into.

 

 

 
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