by Abby Kace
“Oh Brandt,” she gasps.
I lift her off gently and carry her into the remodeled bathroom with an extra large tub that can fit both of us side by side. I run a bath, not too hot.
Ivy steps in first, holding my hand. She giggles suddenly. I love to see her giggle like that, as if she’s so happy she can’t help herself.
Sitting beside my wife, I kiss her on the cheek.
“Whoa,” she says, holding her belly. “Junior’s kicking.”
“You okay?”
“Yep. Our son’s a wild one, just like you.”
“I’m not that wild.”
“Uh-huh.”
I kiss her on the mouth. Ivy can’t get enough kisses and I can’t stop giving them. Once I’m sure she’s okay, I let myself relax and devote my tongue to her neck.
“Brandt,” she huffs. “You’ll make me wet again.”
“Wet anyway. What’s the problem?”
She pecks my jaw, laughing. We stay in the bath for a long time talking about all the things we’ll do tomorrow.
EPILOGUE
Ivy
Seven years later
If someone had told me seven years ago I’d have my own family, a loving husband, and two cubs who never get tired, I’d have called them crazy. But sometimes dreams do come true.
For our anniversary this year, Brandt and I are spending Christmas at the Lodge. It’s the first time we’ve been back during the winter. I was a bit worried, but there’s no Devil out there now, only the whitest snow, and inside it’s glowing warm.
My oldest is almost eight. He’s strong like his father and ever a handful, but he’s well behaved when he sets his mind to it. After a day of climbing over everything taller than two feet, he’s resting on a sofa by the fireplace, snuggled with his baby sister.
It makes my heart melt watching them doze off.
Brandt circles his arm around me from behind, nuzzling my shoulder. “Let them sleep.”
“We should put them to bed first.”
“You’ll only wake them.” He kisses my neck. “They’ll be alright.”
He’s getting hard against my back. “Well, I see you’re not.”
“No,” he growls.
My husband drags me by the hand down the hallway while I try to stifle my giggles, and we end up in the back lounge where Brandt put in another fireplace last year. Besides the suite upstairs, this is our other favorite place to make love, with a big couch facing the frosted windows.
He gets my blouse open and lays me on the cushions, kissing me nonstop. When I open his zipper, that big cock springs out like it always does.
Stroking him slowly, I feel the pulse in his shaft and I can sense the wolf stirring in him, but these days Brandt has his inner animal firmly in control. Although I like to tease him now and then, just so I can watch his fangs come out and his eyes turn golden. There’s something intoxicating about it.
“Ivy . . .” he groans. “You’ll make me cum.”
“Not yet, big man. You better hold it in.”
His hard cock throbs under my fingers. After we manage to get all our clothes off, he pulls my hands away and holds them overhead, moving between my thighs. His tongue marks a wet trail over my throat.
“Your pussy is very wet, baby. I should taste you first, but tonight I’m impatient.”
“Oh god.”
“You are so beautiful.”
“Oh stop it!”
“It’s true,” he breathes, sliding his cock into me. “Finding you in that forest was the best thing I’ve ever done. I was meant to find you, and you were meant to be found.” He pauses for a moment. “No, we found each other.”
“In a freaking forest,” I say, laughing. Then I stop laughing and look into his eyes. “I love you, Brandt.”
His cock sinks to the base, making me gasp. We join together, and I hold his back to feel the muscles shifting there, the beating of his heart so clear.
Oh, we still get rough and dirty if the mood takes us, but tonight we’re in the mood for sweet. I can sense his needs and he can sense mine. We’ve never been closer in every way.
“I love you,” he groans.
When my pleasure spirals toward the edge, Brandt bites my neck. A gentle bite. But hard enough to remind me that we’re mated forever. I clench around him and shudder with orgasm before he cums inside me.
“Want another?” he whispers.
“Yes.”
The End
Daddy’s Hardwood: A Taboo Story
I know my sweet princess is off-limits.
But her teasing ways have turned my thoughts dark.
Those creamy thighs beg to be tasted.
Her plump little behind makes me throb to the bone.
I need to know what other treasures she’s hidden.
Wrong? Hell, I always take what I want.
And she’s all mine.
Ellis is master of his world. Rich, gorgeous, and fearless. There’s only one thing he can’t control. His spoiled little brat. Until he sees her in the bathtub with every curve bared. Temptation takes over.
It’s her first time, but it won’t be her last. He’s taking control.
ELLIS
My watch shows 1:02 a.m. by the time Hannah gets home. I’ve been pacing in my study. If she hadn’t texted to tell me she’s all right, I would’ve gone out to find her. Drag her back if need be. My little girl turned eighteen two weeks ago but still acts like a spoiled princess.
It’s my fault.
I loved to spoil her. Still do.
After Hannah moved in with me this summer, I only had one rule. Always return home before dark. The roads out here are treacherous at night, and the Alaskan wilderness is unforgiving. But she ignores her curfew anytime she wants. Hannah still thinks she’s in her grandparents’ gated neighborhood in New Jersey, where the worst that can happen is a broken streetlight.
I wait in the study five minutes longer for her to come in and apologize. But nothing. Her footsteps travel up the grand staircase and disappear.
Walking down the hallway, I hear water splashing. The bathroom door is slightly ajar. She must be taking a bath.
My cock hardens when I think of her wide, luscious hips and ripe breasts. Hannah has a woman’s body packed into her small figure, and I’ve been bullshitting myself it doesn’t get my attention.
Heat licks through my balls when I imagine what’s between her creamy thighs. Those thighs have taken too much of my thoughts lately.
Thighs I want to grab and pry apart. Find out if that pussy still has a cherry.
Goddammit. She pushed me too far tonight. Tonight she will learn what happens to a bad little girl who can’t follow Daddy’s rules.
I edge to the door. The spacious bathroom upstairs is one of the largest in my ranch house. There’s a granite tub that could fit two average men, which means it’s just big enough for me to stretch my legs.
Hannah’s in the tub up to her neck in bubbly water. Eyes closed, she doesn’t notice me. Her clothes are strewn all over the floor. I see the little panties beside her jeans and feel my cock jerk. I snatch them up. The scent of her pussy is fresh and sweeter than honey.
I walk over to the tub, still holding her panties, and glare down.
Her eyes open suddenly. “Ellis? Wha—” She covers her chest with one arm. A blush hits her face. “What are you doing?”
“You will address me as Daddy.” My voice sounds too fucking harsh. I don’t want to scare her, but there’s no controlling the animal in me.
We stare at each other in silence before she notices what I’m holding.
“Are those . . . ?”
“You left them on the floor, Princess. Look at this mess. Do you know how late it is?”
Her eyes travel down my torso and her mouth opens in shock at the bulge between my thighs. She bites her lip. “I texted, told you I’d be late. I met some people in town.” She adds in a tiny voice, “Daddy.”
“People? Men?”
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sp; “Um, yeah. Some of them were guys, Brian’s friends. It was fine. They showed me around that’s all.”
Not fine. The thought of strangers laying eyes on my baby girl makes me want to smash the wall. She’s a treasure too good for any man, and no one else will touch what’s mine. Yes, this is clear now. Mine.
I unbutton my shirt.
HANNAH
MY HEART’S RACING so fast I can barely breathe. Oh my god. Ellis—Daddy—stares like he wants to devour me. Maybe I’m imagining it? But I’m not imagining the shape in his pants.
He raised me! I mean, yeah, he dumped me with Grandma and Grandpa the last two years so he can build a lumber company in Alaska, but he’s my stepdad.
This is beyond wrong.
So why do I feel warm all over? And it’s not the water or the steam, it’s his massive frame that towers over me. Muscles stack his body.
He’s supposed to be a CEO or whatever, but Daddy wouldn’t look out of place chopping down a forest or wrestling bears. His six-pack is thick, powerful, and so different from the dainty gym abs I’ve seen on guys before.
Stop it, Hannah. You are not checking out the one man on the planet you should never, ever crush on.
But I can’t stop . . .
“Sit up. I want to see your tits.”
His voice cuts through the fog of desire. “Excuse me?”
Daddy bends over the tub. “I warned you the day you moved in, there would be consequences if you don’t follow my rules.” His jaw tightens. “Staying out late is against my rules, nugget.”
Nugget? He hasn’t called me that since forever. Nugget was Daddy’s pet name for me when I was younger, because I was his little nugget of joy, so cute or whatever. He explained it once. Ugh. I used to hate being called that, but after he left for Alaska, I started missing the stupid name.
He wants to see my breasts?
Tits. The crude word he used.
“I won’t ask you again, little girl.”
My pussy clenches every time he calls me a little girl and I have no idea why. My arm falls away. I sit straighter, my chest above the water, and heat smothers my face.
A vein rises on Daddy’s neck. “You’ve blossomed,” he growls, almost like he’s talking to himself.
I can’t begin to process my feelings.
Daddy reaches down and cups my breasts like he’s testing them. A gentle squeeze makes me gasp. “You’d make any dick hard in town with these tits. That won’t do. No fucking way.”
The tent in his pants gets bigger. There’s no way to ignore it now.
My eyes jump between Daddy’s thing and his handsome face that’s all angles and rugged planes. The wild light in his eyes makes my tummy flutter.
“I love you,” Daddy says in a soft voice that catches me off-guard.
“You left me at Grandma’s for two years! Call that love?”
“Had no choice, Hannah. You’re here now, and I’ll make it up to you.”
“H-How?”
Daddy hauls me out of the water to my feet, and even standing in the tub, which is a few inches off the ground, I only reach his chest.
The whole house is temperature-controlled no matter how cold it gets outside, but I still shiver. It’s a hot shiver.
Daddy looks over my body. When I cover my sex with one hand on instinct, he pulls the hand away.
“You will not hide from me.”
My nipples pucker into points. The throb between my thighs feels so sharp I must be flushed down there.
“Has anyone touched your little pussy before?”
“N-No, Daddy.”
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