Daddy Howls

by Abby Kace

  Oh great.

  He climbs onto bed to kneel between my legs, and I’m embarrassed how fast I spread them.

  “Good girl. You’re learning.” He lifts my feet to kiss the toes as tiny sparks go off in my belly.

  “Um . . .”

  “We’ll stay put until the storm blows over. It might take a few days.”

  “And do what?”

  “You know what, sweetness.” He sets my foot down. “Keep your lush thighs spread for me, Daddy needs to taste your little pussy.”

  When his tongue lashes my clit I go rigid as a board.

  Maybe it’s the wolf in him, but that tongue is magic, sliding around my entrance and swirling at my nub. Cream seeps out of me and the itching heat of a building orgasm makes me moan.

  “You’re so pink, little girl. Are you enjoying this?”

  “Yes!”

  The gold in his eyes glows brighter. “Your sweet hole belongs to Daddy,” he growls. “Cum for me.”

  Brandt’s lips form a seal on my most sensitive place, sucking deeply while my thighs clamp his head. I’m about to explode and my toes curl into the sheets.

  For a second the room stops spinning and my breath sticks in my throat and everything turns bright white before a thousand fireworks go off deep in my belly.

  “Daddy!” I feel a hot squirt shoot out of me.

  “What a sweet pussy.”

  At first I’m horrified, thinking I peed or something, but Brandt shakes his head. “That was an orgasm, cuddles. You came so hard you squirted cunt juice in Daddy’s mouth.”

  Oh. My. God.

  He looks so sure I want to slap him, but then he’d just make me cum again to prove his point. Brandt can be stubborn.

  “You’re an animal,” I snap. A large, possessive alpha animal who claimed me as his mate, and I’m still learning what that means.

  “We’re not done, Ivy.”

  When Brandt lines up his cock at my opening, I flinch because I’m still sore and that orgasm only made me more sensitive. Seeing his size makes me clench.

  He doesn’t turn into a jackhammer like I expect, only sliding the tip of his length into my pussy. A tiny gasp leaves my mouth. I stare at his abs, the ridged muscles so thick I can see them moving under the skin.

  With the knob inside me, Brandt strokes himself with one hand, the other squeezing my breasts. He grinds his teeth together and shudders before scalding cum shoots into my channel.

  “Oh!”

  “Had to cum in you,” he groans.

  I stare up in a daze, wondering if that’s how shifters claim their territory.

  Brandt helps me off the bed and steers me toward the bathroom. My legs are still shaking from my orgasm earlier.

  When I wobble a step, he goes full-on Daddy mode and lifts me into his arms.

  “You don’t need to carry me,” I mumble.

  “Nonsense, cuddles. You’ve been such a good little girl cumming for Daddy, it’s only fair I carry you everywhere we go.”

  Ugh. Why is he so good at dirty sweet talk?

  We stop at the antique clawfoot tub that’s not quite big enough to fit both of us.

  He sets me down, kisses my hair, and then bends over to draw a bath.

  My eyes wander over his impressive backside, the muscles there tapering in a vee to his narrow hips and solid buttocks. God.

  No man should look this good.

  It’s not natural.

  I keep thinking back to what he said about shifters only mating with their chosen mate, and I wonder if that’s really true.

  What does he see in me? And if he sees someone prettier, would he run off like a dog after the newest treat?

  Brandt turns around with his smoldering eyes.

  All my doubts vanish. I don’t know why, but I’ve always felt a special connection to him, and last night only made the feeling stronger.

  “What’s the matter, cuddles?”

  “Huh?”

  “You’re frowning.”

  “I am?” Stupid face.

  He kneels to kiss my pussy like he did in the forest yesterday. The gesture almost makes me faint. I think if he had kissed my mouth the effect wouldn’t be quite the same. Still on one knee, he looks up like he’s about to propose. “What worries you? Tell me.”

  I press my lips together.

  Brandt circles my tender clit with his tongue until I grab his hair.

  “Tell Daddy what’s wrong.”

  “That you’ll leave me!” I gasp. “That this is too good to be true and something bad will happen.”

  He stands tall, locks me in his arms. “You know me, Ivy. Have I ever broken a vow? No matter how small or insignificant, have I ever failed to keep a promise?”

  Never. I breathe in his male scent.

  “You are my mate. I love you. It would destroy me to leave.”

  “Love you too,” I whisper. “Can we take a bath now? It’s getting kinda hot in here.”

  Brandt gets in the tub first and lifts me in after him. It’s a snug fit, but I manage to sit with my back against his broad chest.

  We soak in the steam for a while, but it’s not long before his fingers start teasing between my thighs. One finger slides into me as his palm massages my clit.

  His cock is rock hard in the small of my back.

  Squirming around to face him, I see the tip poking out of the water like a massive mushroom cap. Daddy needs me. I kneel between his long legs and stroke with both hands, the stalk so thick I can’t close my fingers.

  Brandt stares in silence and holds his chin thoughtfully. His dark hair is slicked back in a wave. The sharp angles of his face twitch every time I tighten my grip, and the tensed muscles in his shoulders remind me of boulders.

  “I hope you know,” he says hoarsely, “that you need to work off this cock with that sexy little mouth.”

  “Now?”

  “Later. Keep doing what you’re doing.”

  “Yes, Daddy.” I circle the cap with my fingers and squeeze his heavy balls with my free hand. “Am I doing good?”

  “Very good.”

  “Can I ask you a question?”

  “Ask anything.”

  “Why’d you wait so long to find me?”

  Brandt tenses. “Drove up the moment I got your message, Ivy. I came as fast as I could.”

  “I mean before this. You asked for my new address the day I moved out of my parents’ place, I just thought . . . you’d come to see me or something. Why didn’t you?”

  He groans. I don’t know if it’s because of the question or my fingers squeezing his cock.

  “Baby, I didn’t trust my wolf. Can’t control myself when you’re close, I was worried I’d hurt you.”

  “You did fine last night,” I say with a smile.

  “There’s another reason. I believed you were too innocent. After you grew into a woman, I didn’t trust my feelings. This was not a love I should allow myself to have—I believed that.” Brandt runs his thumb over my eyebrow. “I believed much bullshit. And it’s obvious you are older than you look. Not so innocent with those hands, baby girl.”

  “Hmph. Pretty easy to figure out what makes a man happy.”

  “Easy or not, the only man you’ll be figuring out is me. I’ll stay hard so you can get plenty of practice.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  Brandt’s eyes glint wickedly. “Let me feel that mouth, cuddles. You’re making a mess and you need to clean it.”

  I wrap my lips around him, taking his cock to the back of my throat.

  Brandt’s features knit together as he grabs the tub’s edge. “Fuck,” he groans.

  My head bobs up and down while I hold him with both hands. Tremors shoot up his shaft in pulses. Gooey warm cum floods my mouth. He tastes salty and sweet, exactly how I imagined he would, and I’m hungry for more, still sucking when he pulls up my head to kiss me.

  “You need an orgasm too,” he says.

  I blush hotter than ever. “Came in bed, in case
you forgot.”

  “You can go again.”

  Brandt lifts me out of the tub, throws a towel on the floor, and lays me down. He slings my legs over his shoulders, bringing my pussy to his mouth. There’s no time for argument before his tongue plunges into me.

  With half my body in the air, blood rushes to my head. Every sensation feels more intense.

  “Oh god.”

  He wiggles his tongue and nibbles my tender clit until I cry out my climax.

  I didn’t squirt like I did in bed, but my cream still coats his mouth, and Brandt shuts his eyes for a moment and growls like a wolf.

  After what seems like forever, he carries me back to the tub. “See, baby? You had another orgasm in you. Daddy knows best.”

  Yes he does.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Brandt

  It’s snowing in sheets by the time we get downstairs for a bite to eat. Lucy Hotchkin greets us in the lobby with a hot breakfast. There’s a round table near the fireplace, just under the mounted bear head, where we sit and eat.

  Ivy is hungry, digging into a plate of eggs and toast.

  Mrs. Hotchkin joins us with a mug of coffee. We make small talk. She explains that her husband is sleeping in their private suite on the first floor and won’t be out until noon.

  “Robert didn’t get much rest last night,” she says. “Neither did I. You made us millionaires.”

  “My pleasure,” I say.

  The Hotchkins seem like ordinary people who chased a dream, and that dream didn’t pan out the way they’d thought it would. I’m glad my purchase of this hotel helps them. But even more so, I’m satisfied this building belongs to me now. No one else will ever sleep in the bed where I made Ivy mine.

  “We’ll be moving to Florida in February,” Lucy says. “What will you do with the place?”

  “Turn it into a vacation home for my wife and me.”

  Ivy gurgles in her milk.

  I hold her hand over the table. “What do you think, cuddles?”

  “Sounds good, Da—Brandt.”

  Her blush is adorable.

  Lucy Hotchkin chuckles and says a few words about the wonders of young love, which puts a smile on my face since I’m not what I’d consider young.

  Ivy looks like she’s melting in her seat, which improves my mood further.

  And now that my wolf knows I will make her mine in every way, he’s more content, yipping like a puppy inside. But I know he won’t truly be satisfied until my seed is growing in her womb. Nor will I, for that matter.

  “What’re you two doing out here in the first place?” Hotchkin asks. “It’s not vacation weather.”

  Ivy explains how her car broke down, and how I saved her, skipping over the more private details about what we’ve been doing in our suite.

  “An animal chased you from the car?” Hotchkin says.

  My girl nods. “Yep. Pretty sure it had horns, but maybe it was a bear or something. I didn’t get a good look. Whatever it was, the thing totaled my car.” Ivy shrugs. “I got scared, thought it was the Jersey Devil.”

  I’m expecting Hotchkin to dismiss that out of hand, but she narrows her eyes. There’s fear in them. Lucy Hotchkin doesn’t strike me as a person who frightens easily.

  “You’ve heard of the Jersey Devil?” she says to Ivy.

  “I know it’s a local legend.”

  “Very much so. A monster with horns, hooved feet, bat wings, and a dragon’s tail. It’s an old legend in New Jersey.”

  “There must be a story behind it,” Ivy says.

  “Of course. A witch named Jane Leeds once lived in these parts during the eighteenth century. She had twelve children and wanted no more. After she became pregnant with the thirteenth, she cursed it. The child was born a grotesque monster and escaped, making its lair in these forests.”

  Ivy and I trade a look.

  Hotchkin says, “The Jersey Devil has haunted the Pine Barrens ever since. There have been many supposed sightings over the centuries.” She smiles. “But even if it exists, I don’t think it was the Devil that attacked you, Ivy.”

  “Why’s that?”

  “You’re still alive, sweetheart. Folklore says if the Devil sets its eyes on someone, it will never stop hunting until it kills its prey.”

  “Folklore is wrong about many things,” I say. Like shifters. My changing has nothing to do with the moon, nor am I averse to silver. But Hotchkin’s story unsettles me, and I recall the watchful feeling from last night, which only happens when my wolf senses danger of the supernatural kind.

  “No doubt you’re right,” Hotchkin says. “Besides, you seem like a man who can protect his woman.”

  “That I am.”

  “He sure is,” Ivy says, flashing her brilliant smile.

  I squeeze her hand.

  By the time we return to our suite, it’s almost noon and the weather isn’t letting up.

  Alone with my girl, Hotchkin’s tale starts to fade. We go to the window where I hold her against my chest as we watch snow blanket the distant tree line.

  “Don’t be scared, cuddles.”

  “Oh I’m not. Just wish this storm would end.”

  “I won’t let any nasty critters put its paws on you.”

  “Says the critter with his paws on me.”

  “Don’t tease my wolf, baby.”

  Ivy giggles. “Did you mean what you said about getting married and stuff?”

  “Yes. Although I’m reconsidering the vacation home idea. Once the storm ends, I’m taking you out of this forest first thing.”

  “So we’ll wait until then?”

  “We’ll do more than wait. My cock needs your attention.”

  “Had a feeling you’d say that.”

  ◆◆◆

  WE SPEND TWO DAYS at the lodge, mostly in our suite and only going down for meals. The Hotchkins aren’t blind to how I can’t keep my hands off Ivy, and they give us plenty of privacy.

  But this unending snow concerns me. My SUV in the lot out front is half-buried, and I can’t see the road anymore from our window. If the Jersey Devil is out there, it must be out of commission too.

  My wolf hasn’t sensed anything amiss either, not since our first night.

  “Daddy?”

  Ivy pouts from the bed when I turn around. Cupping her chin, she’s on her belly with feet in the air.

  My cock throbs as I take in her soft curves and silky hair swept around one shoulder. Every time I lay eyes on her, my obsession grows stronger.

  I’m not a flowery man who can spout poetry for a woman, but she’s inspiring me. Watching my mate puts a sun in the center of my chest, the fires blazing out of control. A part of me wants to put her on a queen’s pedestal and worship the ground she walks on. I’d drink her bathwater. I’d let her play with my dick anytime she wants, which is all the time now.

  But the other part of me—the Daddy part—sees a teasing little princess in need of a firm hand to show her what happens when she teases too far. Daddy’s taking charge and she’ll get plenty of cock.

  Claim.

  Mate.

  “Daddy your penis is big.” She licks her lip playfully. “Do you want my mouth?”

  I march over to the bedside, grab her by the hair and yank up firmly before I press my mouth to hers. She’s flushed pink after I pull back.

  “Are you teasing me, cuddles?”

  Ivy pouts. “Yes, Daddy.”

  I haven’t put my dick in her pussy since our first night, and she’s had enough of my tongue and fingers. Ivy’s been telling me all morning how she’s not sore anymore, but she wants to be.

  My girl needs a reminder who gets to breed her, who gets to put his cum in her hot cunt.

  “Trying to make my cock hard?”

  “Not trying. Did. Put it in me please?”

  “Sit up. Tits out.”

  She sits on her heels, back straight and chest out. She chews her lower lip as I stroke my length inches from her suckable tits.

&n
bsp; “You’ve been teasing Daddy all morning. How many times have I tasted your kitty since breakfast?”

  “Only twice!” she whines.

  I roll her nipple between two fingers, trying to look stern and succeeding for the most part. Difficult to see the woman you love and act rough, but that’s what she wants right now and I’m giving it to her.

  “Twice isn’t enough for you, baby? Do you have a slutty little pussy?”

  “Daddy!”

  “Answer me.”

  “Maybe,” she says shyly.

  “Sit higher,” I command. “Show me what I own.”

  Ivy rises to her knees, spreading her creamy thighs. Her lips below glisten with sweet dew.

  I give her folds a sharp smack.

  “Oh!”

  My palm comes away coated in her nectar. “You are very wet. I see my mouth isn’t enough for you. No, what you need is a thick cock plugged balls deep.”

  “Yes Daddy!”

  “Turn around. Show me that ass.”

  She spins on her knees, bending forward to present her luscious ass cheeks so full and plump. I slap each side twice in quick succession and leave my handprint in her soft skin.

  “Keep teasing me and I’ll have to stretch your little asshole.”

  Ivy gasps, looks over her shoulder. “W-With what?”

  “My cock.” To emphasize the point I rub my tip between her cheeks. So much precum wets her pretty pink hole, it’ll take just one thrust to get inside her. “Get on all fours, baby. I need to teach you a lesson.”

  She drops forward to her elbows, still looking back. “Please, Daddy. Not there!”

  “Where do you want me?” I growl.

  “In my pussy!”

  Bending over her back, I reach under to rub her clit. “In your tight teenage fuck hole?”

  “Oh—yes Daddy!”

  “My cock is very big, sweetness. It will be a hard fucking whichever hole I put it in. Your pussy just lost its cherry, are you ready for more stretching? Would you rather Daddy cum in your ass instead?”

  Ivy shakes her head in a hurry. “Pussy!”

  “You got it,” I groan, already sliding in. I bend her body under mine until my whole length is gripped by her slick flesh.

  “Ohhhhhhhh.”

  She feels so tight my balls are about to explode, but I bite down my climax—not until she cums. Keeping one hand under her clit, I rut into Ivy like a mating animal, my hips slapping her rear as I pump my cock.