Alpha had only been back at work for two days and this is day number two. He has had the entire office renovated prior to his return so that they wouldn't have to spend time away from each other. There's a smaller room that used to belong to his business partner and he is no longer with them. He had handled the process of moving everything out and then baby-proofing the room.
There is a renovation company that specializes in preparing rooms for Littles. Evidently, their Alpha is not the first who is unable to stand the idea of being separated from his Little and decided to have an office space prepared.
She is supposed to be there now, sleeping in the crib or playing with her toys in the corner on the playing mat, not riding their Alpha like- like a little whore who's just begging for it. He could fuck her too, fill her up little cunt from behind and make her whine and whimper like what they're Alpha is doing.
He bites the inside of his cheek hard enough to draw blood at the thought and it is the pain that pulls himself back together. He is ashamed of his thoughts, but before he can think to look away, she lets out a sharp whimper that draws his attention to her yet again.
"That's it, baby girl. Just let go," he coos and Lucky has never heard his alpha sound so soft and gentle before, not with anyone.
It makes him feel like he's intruding on a private matter, but he can't find it in himself to look away, not when her arousal smells so good and her voices are so sweet.
"Isn't she just the prettiest little thing, Lucky?" Alpha growls and he finds himself nodding before thinking about it. Alpha, mercifully, isn't looking at him at all. Instead, he's holding her by her hips and rocking her up and down in his lap, fucking into her tight heat again and again while she sobs against his neck.
"Daddy," she whimpers and the sound shouldn't go straight to his cock, but it does. He finds himself growing so fucking hard in his pants that he can scent his own arousal, precum wetting the front of hit pants. "Daddy, please," she cries and then the rest of her words turn into indiscernible whimpers and gasps as she comes on his cock.
Alpha snarls and mouths along her naked neck, fingers gripping her ass hard enough to leave prints the shape of his fingers on her soft skin and holding her still as he comes inside of her.
He doesn't pull away straight after and for a few seconds, Lucky wonders if his Alpha had knotted her in the office, but that would be ludicrous and irresponsible. It's safe here, but not so safe to knot someone. In addition, he has a meeting to attend in- he glances at his watch- nine minutes.
"Bring me the diaper and a change of clothes from the other room, will you?" Alpha says abruptly, rubbing soothing circles on her back as she continues to tremble in his lap. she's such a slight thing, so small and slim. It's a wonder she could take his Alpha's cock in her so well.
Lucky hurries back with the diaper, just in time to see her spread out on top of the desk, laying on top of Alpha's suit. She blinks up at him in confusion and seems altogether uncaring of her state of nudity. She has bruises along her neck from how much his Alpha had worried her neck with his mouth and his teeth. There's a more permanent mark there too, a little further below her neck just above her breast. A mating mark.
It is so unexpected that he doesn't hear Alpha calling to him until the second time and he quickly hands over the items he had been sent to retrieve.
Alpha looks at him like he's gone stupid.
"Unbutton the onesie and put it on the table," he instructs Lucky, which- of course. That makes sense. She can hardly be expected to dress herself. There's come dripping down her inner thigh and Alpha doesn't seem to care much about that as it spills onto the top of his desk.
Lucky has always been sure of himself. Yet, he finds himself being uncertain of which way to put the clothing and how to arrange it for optimal convenience. He arranges the diaper too, making sure it is placed where her bum is seated so he can lower her there with minimal fuss.
"That's quite alright," he tells Lucky with a kind smile as he starts to fuss again.
"Daddy," she cries when he start gathering the come that's spilled from her hole and - to both Lucky and her mortification - begins to push it back into her pussy. Her pussy lips are red and there's not a strand of hair between her legs, exposing her so completely as Alpha arranges her legs and places the diaper properly underneath her bum with one hand and uses the other to finger her pulsating pussy. "Daddy, no," she whines,
"Just a moment, baby girl," he murmurs, pressing a warm kiss to the top of her head while he reaches for something inside his drawer.
Her eyes widen at the side of the dildo and anal plug Alpha retrieves. "Daddy, no, no," she shakes her head, panicking at the sight of the huge dildo in his hand. There's no way that Alpha expects the plug to fit? It's huge.
Yet, he begins to push the head of the dildo against her tight hole and she struggles a little, kicking with her little feet and trying to push herself away.
"Hold her still," he says and Lucky is too mesmerized to disobey, hands gripping her wrists and pinning them on top of his head. She has such tiny wrists that he can fit them both in one hand and use his other hand to push down her chest, keeping her from arching her chest up like a flopping fish. She has such soft, delicate skin. Up close, she smells like lavender and soap, a little bit like come and arousal too, but those scents are more muted because as a wolf he's been trained to ignore those scents. It's rude.
"Daddy. Can't- Can't, Daddy," she whines and he feels heat pulse in his groin. Even as she continues to argue and insist that she can't fit the dildo, the head is disappearing into her pussy hole, her lips opening to and her insides sucking the dildo into her body.
"That's it," he praises. "You're such a good girl for Daddy," he growls. "Look at you, so sweet and pretty. You're sucking up the toy so well, baby," he says and rubs some come on the smaller anal head as it begins to breach her puckered hole, sliding in with surprising ease.
"Daddy," she whines, tears dripping down the sides of her face in distress.
"Play with her nipples. It'll help relax her," Alpha surprises him by saying. His palm is so close already that he only needs to move his hand a little bit further up to brush against her pebbled nipples.
She cries out as his fingers brush across the tip and then lets out little mewls as he begins to flick and rub across one bead, and then the other. "Daddy," she cries.
"That's it, baby," he says, pushing the long dildo further up and up until it's all the way in. She sobs and struggles the whole way, her body twisting as if she doesn't know how to handle all the sensations going through her body.
He wraps her diaper over the toy, keeping it pinned in place and then quickly starts to dress her up in the onesie soft blue onesie that he had picked up from the top of the pile in the wardrobe. There's a sort of perverse pleasure that he derives from seeing her dressed up in the clothes that he had picked too and Lucky quickly steps away, not wanting to overstep.
It is a sweet outfit, covering all of her, wrapping her toes and her fingers because she isn't expected to use them anyways. It's so restricting, and yet, she doesn't seem to mind at all, relaxing as more and more of her body is covered up by the onesie with blue waves and whales swimming in zigzag patterns.
She whimpers through all of it, her legs kicking out occasionally like she can't control her body with the dildo stuffed up so deep inside her.
"Daddy," she cries and spreads her arms towards him like she's trying to get him to hug her. "Daddy," she cries, eyes still yet with tears.
He chuckles. "Alright, baby girl," he murmurs, lifting her up and bringing her into his arms. He peppers her face with kisses as he makes his way towards the room. "Why don't you take a nap here while Daddy works?" he suggests softly. "Daddy will be right outside. You can see Daddy through the window, okay?" He shifts her so that she can see the giant glass window. It's slightly darker when viewed from the outside as to not interfere too much with his work, but she can see him perfectly from anywhere inside of her room.
"Daddy will be right here until you fall asleep, okay?" he promises.
"No," she shakes her head. It must be quite overwhelming for her, especially when Alpha bounces her in his arms like this.
"Yes," he chuckles, pressing an open mouthed kiss to her lips, licking in and deepening it until she is consumed by it, lost in it.
Lucky wants to remind Alpha that he has a meeting coming up in three minutes and he really needs to hurry, but no sooner has he thought it does he put her inside of the crib and begins to wrap her up in the blankets.
She fusses only for a few seconds in the bed, twisting and turning, making unhappy little noises, and then, ten seconds later, it's like her strings are cut completely and she falls unconscious.
Alpha pats her and hums for a few seconds, and then turns around, all his previous softness melting away, leaving only the veneer of the powerful Alpha that everyone in the company is so familiar with.
"Please keep her company while I handle my meeting," Alpha says and, just like that, hands her over to him like it's the most natural thing in the world to do. He's never handled a Little before and has no idea where to even begin.
He spends the next two hours in a state of panic, worrying about what's going to happen when she wakes and finds that her previous Alpha isn't by her side and panicking about what he was going to do if she- god forbid- soiled her diaper.
Is he expected to know how to clean her up? This was not part of his training.
He knows he needs to get himself trained, however. His job have been lax the past few months, what with the Alpha out of commission and leaving him with nothing to do but read up on the ways to help his Alpha get through those trying times. The self help books had been absolutely useless. In the end, the only thing that worked to get his Alpha back is by having a Little put under his care.
Lucky was the one who had gotten the Doctor to go expedite the recovery. He knows it's unfair, but losing two of the strongest members of their pack is has weakened their hold on the territory significantly and they need their Alpha back in fighting condition as fast as they can.
He assumed that would be a win-win for everyone involved.
Except now, of course, because he's stuck babysitting.
Well. Fuck.
To Be Continued…
Next, in Werewolf Guardian 3
Sandy rubs her eyes as she yawns. She feels fuzzy and weak, like she's getting sick. The last thing she remembers is Daddy rocking her to sleep, humming and rumbling softly so that her whole body is vibrating pleasantly.
She sits up slowly. "Daddy?" she calls out into the empty room. It's so rare for her to wake up to find Daddy gone. He would usually hurry in by now, but she's all alone today. "Daddy?" she whimpers, drawing her knees into her chest in fright. She's still inside her crib, which gives her a certain degree of comfort, but not enough that she doesn't cry out for her Daddy again. She pulls one of her stuffed animals closer to her chest and cradles it tightly, looking around the room for what feels like the first time since she's been here.
It's so easy to be distracted when Daddy's around, touching her and cradling her. It's a nice, happy room, windows letting light in from outside and shelves full of baby supplies, clothes and some toys on the bottom level where she can grab the ones she likes if she is put on the floor. Daddy doesn't put her on the floor here, though. She doesn't spend more time in the room at all since Daddy puts her to sleep here every night and then when she wakes, she will be in Daddy's bed and he'll have his arms wrapped tightly around her to keep her safe.
"Daddy?" She calls again, pushing herself to her feet inelegantly. She hits the side of the crib, the cushioned bars keeping her from hurting herself even when she does hit her head against it. She grabs the top of the wooden bar and tries to hoist herself up and over it so she can leave the confines of the crib.
The door opens slowly and she watches with her face drawn tight to see who would come in.
"Daddy?" she bleats softly.
It's not him. But it's not someone unfamiliar either. Lucky pushes the door open like it has personally insulted him somehow. He glances about the room with that same glare he has every time she sees him. "Good morning, missus," he greets professionally.
She frowns and chooses not to answer him in favor of hugging her toy harder. "Daddy?" she whimpers again. She doesn't know many words and doesn't know how to ask where Daddy is, but Lucky seems to understand her all the same.
"Alpha has to leave for a work emergency today, but he'll back as soon as he can," he reports with an air of someone who really doesn't want to be here.
"Daddy?" she repeats, a little bit alarmed.
He grimaces and clears his throat. "Daddy," he bites the word out like it hurts him somehow, "is busy."
"Oh," her face falls.
"He'll be back soon, okay? Soon," he says, sounding more and more frustrated by the second. "He'll be back as soon as he can," he repeats. "In the meantime, I am to make sure that you don't di-" here, he pauses, like he's struggling to find the right word for it. In the end, he settles for, "I am to make sure that you are happy and healthy until he deems it fit to return. Now, I hear you are allowed pancakes as long as I don't put too much maple syrup on them. Would you like some here, or in the living room?"
That isn't technically true. She's not allowed to have any syrup on her pancakes and Daddy only lets her have bites at a time. She supposes it's a sort of treat for her because Daddy's not here. Lucky's probably trying to bribe his way into her good graces. "Out," she says when she realizes he's waiting for an answer. She doesn't want to eat in here. Her room is for sleeping.
"Alright then," he says and looks profoundly uncomfortable as he makes his way towards her and then reaches into the crib to lift her up. He is a little awkward in handling her, holding his grip on her waist and keeping her at arm's length, like he's trying his best not to have too many contact points between his body and hers, but that also leaves her feeling like she could drop at any moment and her eyes start to fill with fresh tears.
"Hugs," she whimpers, reaching for him weakly while he holds back a growl and lets her pulls herself close, by curling her fingers around his neck and throwing herself on him, pressing her face into his neck. He doesn't smell like Daddy, but he smells nice too. A little bit like burned sandalwood. She snuffles up close, feeling his grip loosen around her waist before tightening to keep her from falling.
His grip freezes, like he doesn't know what to do and then sighs, resigning himself to his fate. "There, there," he says, patting her back a little mechanically, but it's better than nothing. He shifts his hold on her so that she's no longer clinging to him but is able to be comfortably settled in his arms, and then she feels herself being carried out of the room into the kitchen.
There, he puts her in the chair and straps her in, placing the pancake in a plate in front of her. She licks her lips, stomach gurgling at the sweet smell of the syrup and buttery pancake.
This isn't the first time Lucky's babysat her, but it's the first time he's done it at her home and Daddy isn't around to clean up his messes. Lucky isn't very good with cleaning her diaper and he gets really frustrated and usually she starts crying because he forgets what to do and Daddy would come in and help.
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When the Social Worker comes to his door with a Little in his arms and tells Liam that he has been honored with her guardianship, Liam tells the man that he doesn't need a Little. He's a perfectly well-adjusted Alpha with no violent tendencies, he says while his fangs lengthen and his claws dig into the rails, splintering the intricate mahogany carvings.
"Hold her while I get her papers ready," the man says and dumps her in his arms.
Up close, she's even prettier and tinier, being absolutely precious as she curls up and snuggles close. She smells like a dream, so perfect and warm in his a
rms. She shouldn't be so trusting with a stranger, but she doesn't seem to care about that, pushing herself close.
"Alright, if you'd just get these signed, I'll get her out of your hair." He moves as though to take her back.
Liam snarls at him. How dare he even think of taking her anywhere. She's his now.
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When she first arrived at his door, his first thought was that she's much too young for him, young enough to be his daughter. But she certainly was a pretty little thing, even if a little too skinny for his taste.
He rejected her on sight. "I have no use for Littles," he sneers, thinking of how weak and little they are. But God, she smells divine, like hot cocoa on a rainy day. He can hardly focus on anything else and he's fully aware that it's coming from the little devil in the stroller.
The man is not impressed. "Are you aware, sir, that men have literally died to be in your position?"
He is aware, yet, and he doesn't give a fuck. She's just going to be a distraction. The ability to own a Little so easily is an honor men have fought and died for in the arena. There are illegal Littles being offered too, of course, but the government shuts those down with striking accuracy. The Littles have to volunteer for this and there are so much they have to agree to before they're even allowed to volunteer. It's a lot. They're basically surrendering their entire lives and putting everything in the hands of their handlers. Or rather, their potential handlers. They don't know who they're going to until after the procedure is completed and they've sunk completely into the Little mindset.
He hasn't done any research into it because he doesn't need one. He tells the man as much, complete with snarling and claws.
The man stares at him with a blank expression. "Hold her for me, for a second while I get the papers ready, then," he says, lifting her sleeping form from the crib and all but dumping her into his arms.
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