Daddy Howls

by Abby Kace

Her cheeks are bright red and she struggles to speak.

  Getting off the bed, I frame her face in my hands. “You can tell me anything, cuddles. I’m here for you.”

  “When you asked me in the forest if I’m a virgin . . . and I said yes . . . well look, no one has even seen me in my underwear before you.” She huffs. “I’m not very experienced. Just in case you expect me to be super wonderful or whatever.”

  “Do you mean this fresh little pussy has never been touched? No one has ever laid eyes on what belongs to me?”

  She nods in a hurry.

  “And no one else will touch it after me, be sure of that. No one else will see your treasures. I’m claiming you tonight. But first, you need a good meal. Stay in bed, I’ll be right back.”

  She nods. “Don’t be long.”

  I won’t.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Ivy

  This is crazy. It’s like some messed-up fairytale come to life.

  Yesterday, my boss ordered me to show up for work on the afternoon of New Year’s Day, even though it was supposed to be my day off.

  My roommate Amanda told me not to go, that it was a BS call.

  But BS pays for rent.

  The road I usually take had been closed because of the weather, so I took a shortcut through the Pine Barrens that left me stuck in the middle of nowhere.

  If Brandt hadn’t shown up, who knows where I’d right now?

  And he showed up with fangs out.

  I think back to all the times he saved me from this or that problem since middle school.

  Brandt visited my parents a lot because Dad would call him anytime he and Mom had a fight. Brandt would come over to mediate. Even back then, I liked him in an innocent way. I started tagging along everywhere he went, and it got to the point where people who’d just moved into the neighborhood thought I was his daughter.

  He was annoyed at first, got super grumpy anytime I showed up at his house unannounced, but he put up with it. Brandt would tell me years later he knew I wasn’t happy at home. He didn’t have the heart to turn me away.

  I sensed deep down he wasn’t like other men.

  After my parents divorced, Dad checked out completely and spent more time with his girlfriends than at home. Mom moved to the West Coast, leaving me behind like unclaimed luggage.

  But Brandt was there for me. The older I got, the more I started having feelings for him I knew I shouldn’t.

  I started seeing him in a different light.

  He didn’t treat me differently—until my senior year of high school. One night I invited him to watch a Hallmark romance in my room, and I snuggled up to him. He’s so big and strong I couldn’t help it. It made me feel safe.

  He looked a bit peeved and called me cuddles for the first time.

  I sorta asked him if he had a girlfriend and I was nervous about the answer. Brandt is gorgeous and owns a big company. Aren’t guys like that all taken?

  He sounded jokey at first, saying he was waiting to find his mate, whatever that meant. He didn’t explain. It got awkward before he changed the channel to Game of Thrones.

  Now I know what he meant.

  I tried to kiss him that night, but he pushed me away and said I was too young, even though I’d turned eighteen already. He called me innocent. It would be wrong for him to take advantage.

  I pretended to laugh it off, but I was dying inside.

  He didn’t want me, I thought. Why would he?

  After graduating high school last spring, I was ready to get my own place, or thought I did. Brandt offered to help with money, but I told him no thanks.

  He gave me a hug beside the moving truck. “I’ll always be here when you need me,” he said.

  I didn’t think much of it.

  I thought he was being polite.

  Standing by the window now, looking down at his big SUV in the parking lot below, I know he’d hid his feelings. He called me his mate in the forest. He came to find me the moment I called.

  All this time, he wanted me? I was his one?

  It’s too good to be true, I tell myself.

  “What are you doing, cuddles?”

  I spin around to see him entering the room carrying a tray of food.

  “Thinking,” I murmur.

  He leaves the tray on a table and walks over, sweeps the curtains shut. “Didn’t I tell you to stay in bed? Anyone out there can see you standing by the window. Can see what’s mine.”

  Kisses pepper my neck.

  “That tickles!”

  “Hm.” He smacks my bottom. “I’m serious, Ivy. The only man who gets to see your treasures is me.”

  “There’s no one out there.” My voice turns breathy from his hungry stare. “Besides the Jersey Devil,” I quip.

  “If that fucker tries to come in here I’ll tear his throat out.”

  Brandt carries me to the table and sits me down. “Eat.”

  “Wow.” Sliced steak on a mountain of pasta, and I’ve been craving carbs. Popcorn drizzled with butter. Even a smaller plate of sushi—I’m a sucker for popcorn and sushi. He remembered my favorites.

  “How’d you get sushi out here?”

  “Mrs. Hotchkin has a well-stocked kitchen.” He kisses my hair. “Did the best I could,” he says after a moment, as if it’s not the most delicious meal ever. “The sushi isn’t authentic and they didn’t have soy sauce, but—”

  “It’s delicious!”

  While I stuff myself, he sits beside me and takes off his shirt.

  The food’s so tasty, I manage to ignore all that muscle and keep eating.

  Then he opens his jeans and starts stroking his hard cock, staring my way with those deep golden eyes. They shimmer faintly.

  “Are you gonna do that the whole time?” I blurt out.

  “Do what?”

  “Jerking off!”

  “You are beautiful.”

  “Bet you say that to every girl.”

  “I have never said it to anyone in my life.”

  The hand that’s been on his cock reaches forward, a thumb running along my lower lip. My heart almost stops.

  “Shifters are not like normal men, Ivy. We do not mate until we find our mate. There can only be one for us, and you are that one. Do you understand?”

  I swallow the food that was in my mouth with a heavy gulp. He seems so earnest, almost desperate to reach me, that it brings out my doubts. “My parents said they were soul mates, look at how they ended up. I don’t believe in that stuff.”

  “You will.”

  My frown lasts all of a second before Brandt kisses me, his tongue sliding over mine as fingers comb through my hair. I’m breathless when he pulls back.

  “It’s time for you to feed Daddy, little girl.”

  He carries me to the bed and lays me down.

  I feel tingles all over.

  His gaze swing to the door. The chain isn’t latched. Brandt walks over to latch it, his buttocks scissoring in two meaty buns that make me blush like a schoolgirl. I never thought a man’s backside could look so good.

  Then he returns, stalking closer while the huge thing between his thighs bounces along.

  Clear cum beads on the tip of his cock, those veins along the shaft pulsing to some rhythm in his body as he strokes it. The bead drips off in a strand that he catches in one fist. Brandt uses the sticky stuff to grease his strokes.

  His balls look swollen as he climbs into bed. “Spread your legs, baby.”

  When his tongue hits my folds, I snatch the bedsheets and pleasure threads into my belly. Licking higher, he circles my clit until I cry out.

  Then he stops.

  “Why’d you stop?” I whine.

  “You like honeyed peaches, cuddles?”

  “W-What?”

  “Honeyed peaches. It’s what your pussy tastes like.”

  “Oh god.”

  “You must eat a lot of sugar to be this sweet.”

  Cream seeps out of me as he rubs my clit with his thumb, whic
h sends lightning through my body, but I need to feel his tongue again.

  “Daddy I want more!”

  “More? You want Daddy to taste your honey, little girl?”

  “Yes!”

  He licks around my entrance, and every time he stops at my clit, there’s a sharp flick that makes me gasp.

  “You’re flowing like a river, sweetness. I think you need a cock to plug this pretty pink cunt.”

  Oh. “Yes Daddy.”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Brandt

  I rub the tip of my cock against her clit while Ivy twists under me. She’s in heat. I’m in more. The fragrance of her silky hole is all I can smell.

  Bending down, I sniff over her stomach to her nipples, pausing along the way to kiss and lick. If I can make her wetter I will. Get all that honey smeared over my tongue.

  Her virgin crease looks so tight, I’m worried I’ll hurt her, but there’s no stopping now. Even if I forced myself to wait, my wolf won’t be stopped.

  Mate.

  Claim.

  A red haze clouds my vision, and I dip my cock head into her slit. The touch of her hot folds makes my teeth grind. She’ll rip the cum out of me in no time at this rate. Ivy’s eyes go wide as I lean closer so our faces are an inch apart, and I slide halfway into her burning wet pussy.

  “Daddy!” she gasps.

  “It’ll feel better soon, I promise.”

  Her sheath clamps around me when I push deeper, the scent of her juices smothering my nose. I take another breath and smell the coppery sweetness of her broken virginity coating my length.

  My wolf howls for more, but I squeeze my abs, pausing with half my dick still outside. I roll my fingers over her clit while she adjusts to the only cock that will ever be in her tight hole for the rest of eternity.

  “You okay?” I kiss the tears down her cheeks. “Are you hurting?”

  She shakes her head. “Why’d you stop? You keep stopping.”

  “Your pussy is too small, baby. We need to let it stretch.”

  “Are you hurting?”

  “No, cuddles.” The opposite of pain is where I’m at. I can feel her walls squeezing me. “Ready for more?”

  “Yes,” she whimpers. “Please Daddy, I want your thing inside me.”

  She looks so innocent saying that it makes my chest ache, but at the same time she licks her lips. Sexy and teasing. The ache travels to my dick in a split second. “My thing? You need to use the proper word, baby. What do you want inside you? Tell Daddy right now.”

  Ivy runs her hands over my taut abs. She’ll find nothing soft there, and judging by her shy smile she likes what she finds. “Your cock, Daddy. I want your cock inside me.”

  I give her clit a rub that makes her walls clench.

  “Such a good little girl. I’ll have to put my seed in your virgin womb, baby. Chain you to me forever.” Her pointy nipples beg to be sucked, and I wrap my lips around each one. “Do you understand?”

  All this talk is driving my wolf insane. He wants one thing only, to breed our mate before the hour is up.

  “Yes Daddy, I understand. I’ll be a good girl for you.”

  Her final words destroy my control. I plunge every inch of my cock into her tight pussy and swallow her startled cry with my mouth. I grind my base on her clit.

  She’s perfect.

  My one and only mate.

  Her walls ripple around me as fingers dig into my back. So much cream flows out even my balls are drenched.

  “You’re too big! Oh Daddy!”

  She says that, but her fingers slide down to my waist, pulling me in deeper, refusing to let go. My hips drive hard and our bodies slap together. Planting my hands beside her shoulders, I thrust in full strokes while the mattress creaks under us.

  “Your teeth,” she gasps.

  I realize the ache in my jaw is more than tension. It’s my wolf trying to come out and claim her in his own way.

  Mark her.

  I feel my canines extending, my lips bending into a snarl, every muscle in my body swelling with blood as my cock thickens more. Wrestling with my inner beast, I look down expecting to see her scared, but a naughty smirk greets me.

  “Daddy, what big teeth you have.”

  My balls nearly explode. “You teasing me, little girl?”

  She just stares up with big doe eyes and licks her lip. “Are you going to bite me?”

  I snap my teeth together and heave a deep thrust that makes Ivy scream. It’s her teeth that sink into my shoulder.

  Her cunt walls quake around my cock, waves of wet heat soaking me as her body peaks. My balls harden. Cum races up my shaft and shoots out deep in her pussy, every burst stronger than the last.

  Instead of biting, I drag my tongue up her face before I kiss the air out of her lungs.

  My lower half is still jerking.

  “You’re a naughty girl, cuddles. You made me cum too early.”

  Her face flushes red. “Ohhhhhhh.”

  “We’re not finished,” I say sternly.

  “Your teeth went down,” she moans.

  “Yes. But I want more.”

  “W-What are you gonna do?”

  I slide out gently and roll her over. Seeing her round little ass turns my cock to cement in an instant. I smack her plump cheeks and watch them jiggle.

  “Ass up,” I growl.

  She gets on her elbows and lifts that fuckable rear right in my face, wiggling from side to side.

  I sit back to stroke myself. I can see her puckered asshole, down to her pussy leaking with our shared release.

  Grabbing a buttock, I run my thumb in her cleft. “This hole also belongs to Daddy, but I’m not taking it tonight. Tonight, I will tame your horny young pussy. You own me another orgasm, baby, and I intend to collect.”

  I slide a finger into her sex, watching my cum flow out and trailing down her thigh.

  My wolf thrashes when he sees what I’m doing. He wants all that seed soaking into her womb, but I need to taste her sweetness again. Plenty more cum to give her later.

  Once the flow stops, I hold her hips and plunge my tongue into her pink slit.

  “Daddy!”

  “Stay still, baby. This is good for you. Get used to Daddy tasting your honey anytime he wants.” Hauling my girl higher, I suckle her clit until she screams.

  “Daaaaaddyyyy!”

  “You need another fucking.”

  I push Ivy to hands and knees, guiding my cock to her dripping cunt. Unlike our first time, I slide in smoothly to my balls.

  Taking her on all fours drives my inner wolf crazy. He howls for me to breed our mate as I thrust deeper.

  My girl squeals. Plunging fully into her pussy, I bite the back of her neck hard enough to leave a mark.

  “Oh god!”

  Her tunnel constricts so tightly I smack her ass in my roaring lust. “That’s it, little girl. Cum for Daddy.”

  The second she cums, my cock jerks inside her and spills out hot seed.

  I smack her ass again before I pull out and flip Ivy on her back. After a kiss on her clit, I climb up to hold her in my arms. Minutes go by. Blood roars in my ears with every heartbeat, but slowly I come back to my senses.

  “Love you so much, baby.”

  “You mean it?”

  “All my heart.”

  “Oh Daddy, I’m . . . sleepy.”

  I rub her clit gently. “Sleep. You’re safe.”

  “Can’t sleep with your hand there,” she whispers.

  Another kiss.

  One more flick that makes her moan.

  Then I pull the covers up to her shoulders and wrap an arm around Ivy, who closes her eyes with a smile.

  Once I’m sure she’s asleep, I slip out of bed and take another look at my girl.

  I stroke my cock that’s still hard to get her pussy’s taste on my palm. Then lick it. Can’t get enough. Fifteen minutes go by before I force myself to walk away.

  At the window, I peer out between the curtains.<
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  Snowy pines surround the lodge and its small parking lot, which is empty besides my SUV and a Ford pickup belonging to the Hotchkins.

  But I can’t shake the feeling that something’s out there, watching back.

  My wolf senses a threat to our mate.

  Ivy said she saw an animal with horns after her car died. This legendary monster, the Jersey Devil. I told her there’s no such thing, but truth be told, being a shifter has taught me legends often have some basis in fact.

  Snowflakes start drifting out of the black sky.

  I decide to stay awake tonight. Stay alert. I’ll kill anything that tries to harm my mate.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Ivy

  Ow. Sore down there.

  I open my eyes in bed.

  It takes me a minute to realize where I am—naked in a hotel room with Brandt. A clock on the wall reads 9:45 in the morning. I’m usually at work around this time.

  Wow.

  Everything that happened yesterday comes rushing back. Car totaled? Check. Rescued by a hot shifter? Check. Lost my V-card? Double check.

  My face burns when I remember what I called Brandt over and over in bed. Daddy. But it felt so natural.

  Where is he anyway?

  I pull the covers off and rub my eyes, scared for an instant that he’s gone and I’m alone, but nope. He’s shirtless, sitting beside the bed and . . .

  Stroking his erection with my panties wrapped around it. In the other hand he’s holding my bra to his nose.

  “Morning, sweet girl.”

  “What are you doing?” I say tartly.

  “Waiting for you to get up.”

  I bite my lip, nodding at his fist still moving up and down. “How long have you been doing that?”

  “All night. Almost woke you with my dick, baby.”

  Brandt lays my soaked panties on the nightstand. He must’ve cum in them a few times already, but that big cock looks thicker than ever.

  There’s a golden glow to his eyes, which are normally amber. I learned yesterday the glow means his wolf is excited too. I remember him biting me last night before my orgasm, and I blush hotter.

  “We won’t be leaving today,” he says, waving at the window.

  The curtains are pulled back. Gusts of snow blow against the frosted glass.