by Abby Kace
“She sounds like a very nice lady,” I say in a sharper voice.
“Do you mock me, Ivy? Jane Leeds learned what happens to those who incur my wrath. I went to her cottage, determined I should enjoy her body, but the whore witch refused again. She fought me. In the ensuing scuffle, I wounded her grievously. With her final breath, she placed a spell on my head—binding my spirit to the Pine Barrens. The spell also changed me into a monstrosity, cursed to wander these forests for all time. There is only one place where I can revert to my human form. This dank, miserable cave.”
Giles falls silent, waiting for me to say something.
“You got what you deserved.”
He smiles with a mouthful of black teeth. “Every curse must have a way to break it, no matter how unlikely. Jane’s spell was no different. To break my curse, a woman must kiss me. The woman cannot be coerced, nor can she be frightened. It must be a willing kiss. Do you understand why I brought you here?”
“Yeah . . .” There’s a sinking feeling in my belly.
“And?”
“I don’t want to kiss you if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Then this cave will be your grave.” Giles stands up and stretches his neck. “You would not be the first.”
I get to my feet, facing him. “My lover is looking for me, he’ll find your cave and—”
“The gray wolf?”
“His name is Brandt.”
“I can sense him, yes. Tracking you. He does not concern me.”
“Ha! He’ll kick your ass.” Wish I felt as certain as I sound.
Giles walks back toward the fire. “Come with me, Ivy. Your wolf is almost here. You will watch as I take his head.”
With no other choice, I follow Giles to the cave entrance.
There’s a clearing outside surrounded by tall pines. Dawn light shafts through the branches, and I see clouds overhead. Snow blankets the ground just beyond the cave.
I hug my elbows.
Standing just inside the cave, Giles holds up his hand. “The wolf approaches.”
A howl cuts through the frigid air. I look right to see a blur of movement before Brandt jumps through the trees and lands right in front of Giles.
You would never mistake him for an ordinary wolf.
He’s massive, those golden eyes so bright they seem to glow even in the day, and his head reaches Giles’s torso.
I haven’t seen Brandt fully transformed since the night he found me. I hold my breath. Even as a wolf there’s a primal beauty to him.
Giles looks over his shoulder. “See you soon, Ivy. A kiss would break my curse, but kiss or no, I will enjoy you.”
He takes one step outside the cave and the skin on his back ripples, bones rising underneath, and the further he walks into the light, the taller he grows.
In the blink of an eye he turns into a nightmare of razor claws, wings and hooves. He’s a shifter, but there’s nothing natural about what he shifts into. Every part of him is misshapen, even the horns on his goat head. He reminds me of a demon.
Brandt circles him and growls, fangs the size of my fingers bared.
They slam together. A whirlwind of teeth and muscle, moving so fast my eyes can’t follow. They break apart. Pounce again.
Brandt sinks his jaws into the monster’s throat, but Giles throws him off. He flaps his wings and takes to the air.
“Look out!” I yell.
Too late.
Giles swoops down, knocking my shifter across the dirt. But Brandt’s okay. He gets up again, and again the next time he falls.
The fight goes on while I hold my elbows, and only one thing’s clear.
Giles can fly.
Brandt can’t.
Bit by bit, the monster wears him down. They’re both bleeding, but the witch who cursed Giles also gave him power. Brandt will never back down, never give up on me, but if this goes on he’ll die.
The monster swings his tail and hurls my shifter into a tree trunk. There’s a sickening crunch.
I can’t watch any longer.
Walking forward and trembling from the cold, I know what I will do.
“Hey!”
Giles turns his horned head. His eyes are fully black.
I reach up to touch the mottled skin of his goat snout. Rising on tiptoes, I kiss him. Willingly. No fear.
I’m not doing it for him.
I’m doing it for Brandt.
The wolf rises, fur bristling.
Giles yanks back from my mouth and makes a click-clack noise, neighing and snorting. Brandt lunges between us to shield my body just as Giles lets out a piercing scream.
He’s shrinking, shriveling. Turning back to a man covered in dirt.
“What did you do to me?” he shrieks.
“Broke the curse,” I whisper, one hand on my shifter’s flank.
Brandt lowers his head, lunging forward.
I look away.
There’s a thin scream, and then silence.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Brandt
I lower Ivy into the tub of warm water in our suite, careful to scrub every inch of her skin. Our eyes meet and she smiles. During our journey back to the Lodge, she told me everything about Giles, his curse, the truth behind Jane Leeds, and the rest.
I almost lost my brave girl.
Never again will I let Ivy out of my sight.
“Thanks for saving me,” she says.
“You saved me.” I was ready to die for my mate, but living has its perks. Living with her completes me.
She smiles. “Saved your furry butt so you could save me. Call it a team effort.”
“Yeah?”
The warm bath brings color back to her face, and when my eyes sweep over her curves, the familiar ache returns to my cock. But I control myself. Even my wolf bows in respect. He saw how our mate faced the cursed shapeshifter.
“Yep.” She licks her lip. “Are you hard?”
Kneeling by the tub, I splash her with water. “Yes, but you need rest.”
“I’m fine,” she says softly. “Daddy.”
“Cuddles . . .”
“What?”
“Are you teasing me?”
Her hand reaches over the tub to grip my cock. “You are so hard. Does your wolf want to play with me, Daddy?”
“He wants what I want.”
Ivy strokes slowly while I shampoo her hair, the ache in my shaft throbbing to her touch.
“You’ll make Daddy cum, baby girl.”
She flicks her lashes and pouts. “I want to make Daddy cum.”
My dick jerks in her fingers before I stand up. “My teasing little princess will get everything she wants.”
Lifting her into my arms, I sit in the tub first and then straddle her around my hips, letting Ivy sink onto me until every inch is tucked into her tight pussy. The water spills over the rim as she squirms and gasps.
“Oh Daddy.”
“You just sit there, cuddles. Let me do all the work.”
It’s a miracle I don’t nut off, but I squeeze the muscles at the base of my cock to keep from cumming, and I rub lotion over her skin. She throws her head back. I take my time washing her breasts, paying special attention to the stiff nipples, and one moan after another leaves her mouth.
By the time I rinse the shampoo out of her hair, she’s bouncing on me slowly, lost in sheer bliss.
“Ivy.”
“Yes Daddy?”
“Don’t cum in the bathtub. Wait until I take you to bed so I can taste you first.” I love to get my tongue in her sweet pussy before I go balls deep. Once she cums like a good girl, I’ll eat her out again to compare the flavor. There’s a difference in taste after she climaxes, and I love both flavors. Such a needy sex hole needs plenty of cock and plenty of orgasms. I’ll give her both.
“No Daddy.” She runs her hands over my abs. “I want to cum now.”
I sit higher, holding the sides of the tub. She’s squeezing me so hard I see stars. “If you cum now, you
’ll have to cum twice for me later. And you’ll get a spanking for disobeying Daddy.”
“A spanking?” Her eyes twinkle. “Hmph.”
I bite my teeth to keep from fucking her into the nearest wall. I stay erect as she moves up and down, side to side. Tensing my arms and squeezing my ass, I push my hips out of the water and lift her higher.
“Wow,” she says, staring at my middle stitched with dense muscles.
“Ride that cock, little girl. I want to see those titties bounce.”
“Yes Daddy!”
Frowning in concentration, Ivy rides me like a cowgirl and uses my dick as if she owns it, which she does, and my balls tingle at the edge of climax.
She shudders, mouth open in a silent cry while her walls ripple around me. Hot juices drip down my sac. I feel my balls jump before thick seed squirts into her clenched pussy.
We grind to a halt.
“Bath is over, baby.”
“Are you gonna spank me now?” she says, panting for air.
I don’t even bother drying her off. We’ll just get soaked again.
Once I have her in bed, I pull her across my lap and make that round ass jiggle to my palm, not stopping until my handprints mark her soft skin.
“Daddy!”
“You asked for it, cuddles.”
“This isn’t cuddling,” she whines.
“Cuddling comes later. Fucking first.”
I lay her stretched out on the bed, glaring at the sopping hole between her thighs. It’s flushed pink and needs another orgasm.
When my tongue slides into her, Ivy grasps my hair and squirms like she can’t breathe. I slide in as far as I can, tickling under her front wall, coating my taste buds in her nectar.
“Daddy I’m cumming!”
“Not yet.”
Taking my mouth away, I climb higher to line up at her pussy and plunge to the balls in one thrust.
She screams. “Yes!”
“Who owns your cunt?”
“Daddy!”
“Good girl. Whose cock is fucking you?”
“Daddy’s!”
The second I feel her orgasm, my dick spews out all the cum in my balls with every drop flooding her perfect pussy.
“And who gets to breed you?”
“Daddy,” she moans.
We collapse together into the damp sheets, spending the night with our legs entwined, bodies joined and hearts linked, and I tell my girl everything I love about her, which is a long list.
I’m still not done by the time she falls asleep.
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ANOTHER WEEK passes before the snow melts enough for a county road crew to clear the slush away.
I help Lucy Hotchkin and her husband repair the damage Giles left, from the broken doors to the window, and I spend the rest of my time with Ivy.
She isn’t shy anymore when it comes to loving, and I’m eager to fulfill her every want. Daddy’s cock is a toy for her to play with.
There are times when I’ll lie in bed with my dick upright and let Ivy explore the male form to her heart’s content.
For a while, anyway.
She’d kiss my stalk and squeeze my balls nonstop, which always drives me into a frenzy. It’s never long before I get on top to take what’s mine, pumping deep into her hot pussy. She’d cream in no time, but one orgasm is never enough for either of us.
Tonight, I catch Ivy touching herself in bed by the lamp’s soft light, her lovely curves a feast for my eyes.
We had made love for an hour already. I went downstairs to make her some sushi and popcorn, and this is what I find when I return.
I walk over to the bed, leaving my pants across the carpet. My cock stands up throbbing.
“What are you doing, cuddles? Didn’t I say to wait for me?”
She brings her legs together, acts surprised. “Oh Daddy I’m sorry!” Those fingers are still moving over her clit. Then she parts her folds to show me the pink membranes that glisten with cream.
Her teasing will be the end of me. My cock feels like burning steel.
“Do I have to teach you another lesson, sweet girl?”
“Yes, Daddy!”
I get my belt and bind her wrists overhead, then suck off the juices from each of her fingers. “You are not to touch yourself, baby. When you cum it’s gonna be on my dick.”
Every muscle in my body tightens as I push into the silky heat of her feminine flesh. We kiss. My balls touch her body before I thrust in and out with her legs wrapped around my back. She sobs with pleasure and bucks up to take me deeper.
Can’t get enough of my mate.
Her walls clench with climax and my balls spring up seconds later. Hot cum pours into her body.
“Ohhhhhh.”
“I’ll have to keep my cock in you,” I growl, not going soft even while my seed soaks into her womb. “This wet little pussy needs to be stretched. You’ve been a naughty girl, teasing Daddy, and I will teach you a lesson tonight.”
Writhing under me, she throws her head from side to side. “Yes,” she gasps. “Yes!”
But Ivy doesn’t learn her lesson because the next night I find her touching herself again. Not a problem. There are always more lessons to teach my girl.
Many nights pass this way before the roads are cleared enough for us to leave the Lodge.
Ivy says it feels like a lifetime went by, but I correct her.
“Our lives are just starting, baby.” My wolf prances inside me like a newborn cub.
On a bright Monday morning, the Hotchkins bid us farewell in the parking lot. Lucy Hotchkin says they’ll move out of here next month, once title to the property has been transferred to my name.
“Still set on Florida?” I ask.
“Anywhere with lots of sun and a beach. We may have to go further south, even. A villa in the Bahamas sounds pleasant.”
“Best of luck.”
“Take care of Ivy, Brandt.”
“There will be no shortage of care,” I say, putting a hand around Ivy’s shoulders while she rolls her eyes.
The four of us share a moment of silence. We agreed to keep what happened here to ourselves, and now that the curse of the Pine Barrens has been lifted, no one needs to know the Jersey Devil was more than a legend.
All’s well that ends well.
Ivy and I get in the car, and we turn onto the road, heading into our new lives together.
“I should probably call my boss,” she says when we reach the highway. “Explain why I missed work for two weeks.”
“Forget your boss.”
“Just like that huh? Drop my old life and everything it?”
“Anything you don’t want to keep. It’s my mission to make you happy. I love you, cuddles.”
Ivy leans back in her seat, smiles at me. I reach across to hold her hand as we leave the forest.
“Love you too,” she says.
EPILOGUE
Brandt
Seven months later
My wife runs upstairs to the suite we shared last winter. Following her with our luggage, I set them down by the floor. The Crystal Lake Lodge is under my name now, and this is the first time we’ve been back since the wedding.
Summer is in full bloom.
I had the building renovated in spring, but I kept the décor as a memento of our first time together. Even that bear head is still on the wall downstairs.
Ivy rushes to the repaired window where Giles nabbed her. Nothing out there now but green pines stretching to the horizon.
“The view is amazing,” she coos.
“Slow down, cuddles. You shouldn’t move so fast.”
She’s five months pregnant, and the summer dress she has on does nothing to hide her round belly. My chest gets tight every time I see her pregnant figure, knowing she’s mine forever.
Not to mention her thick thighs and swollen breasts make my cock leak like a faucet. Ivy gets shy on occasion about the changes to her body, but to me she’s sexier than ever. The more tim
e I spend with her, the more there is to love.
My wolf agrees, always howling for me breed our mate again. He doesn’t seem to understand we need to wait nine months.
“I’m fine!” Ivy says, turning to face me with her hands on the windowsill. “Oh Brandt, it’s perfect.”
“What is?”
“This building. Everything. You.”
I unbutton my shirt and rip out my belt, freeing my hard cock with no hesitation. I sniff over her neck and breathe deeply of the scent that’s mine alone. “You’ll hurt yourself running all over the place. Take it easy.”
She raises an eyebrow, smiles. “And . . . what if I don’t take it easy?”
“Please listen.” I dip my hand under her skirt to find wet panties, and I push them aside to massage her warm folds.
“Maybe Daddy should teach his princess a lesson,” she whispers.
My cock jerks up. “Yeah?”
“Yes.”
My finger circles her clit. Nothing I love more than playing games with my wife, but it was a long drive up here and my dick is aching for more. No time to get her dress open. I yank down the shoulder straps to rip away her bra, glaring at her ripe breasts and puffy nipples. When I squeeze one mound, white cream trickles out and I lick it up greedily.
“These titties have been full lately,” I groan.
“Daddy don’t steal my milk!”
I half laugh and half snarl at the way she says that, her teasing words shooting straight to my cock. “Your milk? I think it’s my milk, cuddles. Until the baby arrives, you’ll be feeding me.”
“You’re so dirty,” she whines.
“Hm.”
Squeezing her beautiful tits with both hands, I get a nice flow going and suckle them dry as she moans.
“Time for bed,” I growl, bending to lift her.
“It’s not even two!”
“We both know I don’t mean sleep.”
I carry Ivy to the bed, setting her in the soft sheets. I lie down at her side and straddle her over me with one hand on her big belly, the other on her clit. She’s seated firmly on my cock.
“Ride me until you cum, lover. That’s not a request.”
“Mmmm.”
I keep my thumb on her clit while she bumps along, and soon her walls ripple. She peaks once, then again. I gnash my teeth together to keep from joining her, waiting until her third orgasm before I grab her hips and thrust up, cum spurting out of me deep in her slick pussy.