Precious

by Marilynn Fae

  She starts going out with Sam because she thought he was cute and they spend orientation week leaning how to kiss. She decided that there's no harm in practicing how to kiss properly. It's not like Will hasn't been seeing anyone else. She knows he goes out and has one night stands with women. She doesn't like to think about it because it makes her feel vindictive.

  Sam didn't know about her brother until Will came to pick her up from the University one day. It's only natural that half the girls eye him suggestively upon seeing him. Will has only gotten hotter with age and the motorcycle helmet he's holding in his hand while wearing a leather jacket only makes him more desirable. He ignores everyone and makes a beeline for her, however.

  "We're going home," he says, nose wrinkling, probably picking up the scent of Sam's spit on her. They had been making out earlier, after all. He gives Sam a look that makes Sam tense and curl into himself in abject terror.

  "Okay," she gathers her books and lets Will put the helmet on her head.

  There had been some sort of emergency at work that needed them to move into a new apartment and Will wouldn't let her out of his sight for weeks afterwards, waiting for her outside the University buildings with a terrible scowl.

  Sam is terrified of her brother and dotes on her as a response, afraid anything bad he does would go back to her brother and he'll handle the problem for her. It doesn't make her feel good about herself, but it gives her an excuse to spend time away from her brother.

  She's aware that the feelings she has for him isn't normal. She hopes that throwing herself into her studies and spending time with her peers would make the feelings go away, but it only makes her miss him terribly.

  People have been terrified of her brother her entire life that she's used to it, but seeing it from the outside is even worse. Powerful werewolf families try to play matchmaker, introducing him to their daughters. Her friends in school do the same thing, wanting an in by being friendly with her. She never brings anybody home.

  She's aware that Will works as some sort of contract 'problem solver', one that's sanctioned by the government and he is frighteningly good at his job. He comes home with blood in his clothes sometimes and thinks she doesn't notice.

  She worries about him.

  He worries about her too because she's human, but he doesn't know how ruthless she can be when it comes to getting what she wants. She has had to work harder than any of her peers to catch up. Can anyone blame her for being pissed when Will stopped her from joining the school's volleyball team just because he's worried about a little bruising?

  She sort of gets it, though. People die so easily in his line of work. Humans must be so easy to kill compared to wolves.

  She broke up with Sam when she found him sleeping with her lab partner. It was a long time coming. She's tired of him trying too hard not to get on her bad side, so afraid of Will that he's willing to play the part of a perfect boyfriend. It doesn't stop her from being a little bit vindictive and using that as an excuse to get closer to Will, though.

  He makes love to her for the first time a day after her eighteenth birthday and she shares her bed with him every night since then.

  The thought that he would find a proper mate one day and leave her hangs over her, always present.

  It makes her cling at night, whimpering as her shirt is tugged up, her body revealed. Will touches her all over, turning her on the bed and kissing her neck softly as he thrusts his long fingers into her tight heat.

  "Love you," he whispers and she clings to that as he kisses his way down her throat, marking her pale skin and sucking pink and red bruises all over. "Sweet little thing," he says, hands sliding away from her head and over her chest, up and down. His fingers shake a little, like he can't quite believe he's touching her like this, even after weeks of them sharing the same bed.

  "Daddy," she whines, knowing how the word gets him all worked up. It's perverse, what they're doing, probably made worse by what she's calling him, but she loves it. Loves him. "Daddy, please," she whines. His touch feels good, so much better than the inexperienced boy she had let touch her all those years ago.

  He plucks her nipples and then follows his fleeting touch with his lips, sucking fresh bruises over old ones. "So needy," he scolds softly, a teasing edge to his words, as if he knows all the nights she had touched herself thinking of him. He presses himself close to her, his breath on her neck, lips brushing her skin.

  "Please," she cries, throwing her head back and leaning into the feels of his lips on her nipples. She wonders if it hurt him as much as it hurts her when he goes out with other women. At least she doesn't know about it. Not being a wolf with enhanced sense of smell has it's perks.

  He touches her until it's too much and then kneels between her legs to lick up her cunt, getting her all wet and ready for him with his tongue before fingering her open. He takes his time getting her stretched open before mounting her and after that, all the softness of their foreplay is gone and he's rutting into her like an animal, all rough jerks and rumbling growls, teeth on the verge of breaking skin on her neck until she's bleeding a little, vivid red droplets on the sheets.

  "Daddy," she whines. She hates having to replace the sheets. She's distracted quickly by his cock slamming into her, hands gripping her body so tightly that he is leaving finger-sized bruises on her. It feels good. She loves it, loves the feeling of Will fucking her with wild abandon. "Oh, oh," she gasps.

  When he comes inside her, she always panics a little bit because it's so thick and makes her insides stretch something terrible. She worries that he would just grow thicker and thicker and split her in two, but she clings to him. "I've got you," he says, eyes a little bit wild. He's always a little bit wilder after a mating.

  "So big, Daddy," she whines, nails digging into his back.

  He's so muscular everywhere, shifting and bulging under her palms. It feels good. He comes inside her when he knots her and she's so full she thinks her belly is bulging from it. He loves that too, the pervert.

  Afterwards, he carries her to the bathroom, cleaning her carefully as she stands and lets her brother clean her stomach and between her legs. He licks up the come spilling out of her sometimes. Other times, he feeds it back to her, gathering them on his fingers and pushing it back into her wet heat or into her mouth, making her lick his fingers clean.

  She doesn't mind, trusting him to take care of her.

  Sometimes, he would lose control and fuck her again in the bathroom. Then, she would need another bath. And that's fine too. She likes that he loses control so easily when it comes to her. Once they're clean he would pat her dry and bring her back to the bed without putting clean clothes on her, preferring the feeling of his bare skin against her as they curl up together. She sleeps soundly with him wrapped around her, keeping her safe.

  Epilogue

  "I should have a bed put here," he says. Truthfully, he doesn't really like having her at his office. He rather nobody knows her so he can keep her safe, but she's carrying his cubs and he worries about having her away too, so he would rather suffer the lesser evil of having his colleagues stare in awe at his lovely pregnant wife.

  She smiles at him. "Don't be ridiculous, Will," she chides gently, making herself comfortable on his couch. He had it turned away from the door so people looking in wouldn't be able to see her right away.

  He's selfish when it comes to her, not wanting to share even a little bit. Not even now that she's so rounded and full with his pups. Pregnancy is a lovely look on her, stomach rounded. Her skin is soft, almost glowing, and she looks so happy to be carrying his pups.

  He had been so worried at first that it's not what she wanted. After all, she had her whole life ahead of her in the medical field.

  To his surprise, she had been ecstatic, crying happy tears as she clung to him. "I love you so much," she says and he wonders how he'd miss how insecure she had been about her position in his life. It is so clear to him that he couldn't see that she's as worried about
him leaving as he is about her.

  With pups in their future, she's confident he will always be in her future.

  It had been a bit of a process, migrating to a different country under different identities, but it was worth it. Here, nobody knew that he raised her from when she was a pup and that she called him 'Daddy'. She still does the latter, of course, but only when they're alone.

  His reputation precedes him and he is hired by the local government within weeks of arriving despite entering the country under a different name. He knows part of the reason he's employed so quickly is because they want to monitor his activities, but he doesn't really care.

  He has a cozy desk job now, one that requires minimal bloodshed, though he gets called out to advice the team sometimes.

  "What're you thinking about?" she asks him suddenly, jolting him from his thoughts.

  "Nothing," he says, leaving his desk to walk up to her. He rests his palm on her cheek, cradling her face. She smiles at him and he is hopeless, leaning in to press a kiss to her lips.

  "Is the door locked, Daddy?" she asks with a mischievous grin. She has gotten insatiable since he had gotten her pregnant.

  At least she doesn't get morning sickness and seems find eating whatever he has prepared for her. "It's not locked," he says. It doesn't matter. Most of his colleagues are wolves and know better than to interrupt for good reason. Nevertheless, he walks to the door and turns the lock. He doesn't want anyone to interrupt.

  When he walks back to the couch, she's already playing with her nipples, hands on her breasts and a soft smile on her lips that's almost innocent. She has her legs spread out with one leg over the bed and the other bent over the couch. She isn't wearing underwear underneath her dress.

  He knows that it's for convenience, that her belly has gotten so big that it's hard for her to bend over, let alone tug her panties down when she needs to use the bathroom. Still, he can't help but think that it's for him, that she's not wearing her panties so it'll be easier for him to fit into her tight heat and breed her again. Logically, he knows it doesn't make sense because she's already pregnant, but it doesn't stop his wolf from wanting it.

  She's long since trained him out of the nasty habit of ripping her clothes off, so he's exceptionally careful sliding free each button as he kisses down every inch of skin that's exposed. "You're so lovely, darling," he says, easing her hands away as he reaches her breasts so he can replace it with his mouth.

  "You're going to look lovely when you come into milk," he comments, almost off-handed and careless, though his cock is taking interest. He pulls at the little nubs until they're stiff and red, mouthing and sucking them until she whimpers. She makes a lovely sound as she shivers, eyes not quite aware, lost in the heat of pleasure already.

  He leans over and kisses her mouth, using a finger to pry her mouth open so he can kiss her deeper. He turns her head to slant their mouths tightly and take as he pleases. He pulls back, watching a fat drop of saliva hang on her full lip, looking so lovely.

  He reaches between her legs and fingers her open until he's certain she's ready for him, and then he's pushing one finger in at first, and then a second before he's kneeling on the floor so he's level with her hips so his mouth can join his fingers. She's such a pretty little thing, soft and sweet in all the right places, her pink pussy lips gleaming with slick. Her stomach is round and firmer than he would have expected and he finds himself palming her belly carefully, loving the way he can feel the slight movements of his pups inside of her.

  He stands and presses his cock into her hole without more preparation. She throws her head back and moans a little too loudly. He's fairly sure everyone in the building can hear them, but he doesn't care.

  "Good, darling. That's a lovely thing," he croons to her, standing up and guiding the head of his cock to her opening. He fucks her nice and slow in the safety of his office, thrilling in the pleasure of his cock inside her tight heat. She's so sweet and small still, taking his cock so prettily.

  He's very careful to not put any pressure on her belly but she doesn't have any of the concerns, rocking up to him eagerly, hands on her own breasts playing with her nipples as she keens and whimpers for him. "Please! Oh, oh," she cries.

  "Love you," he says and comes when she tells him she loves him too.

  END

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  "Do I scare you?" he asks.

  She nods, wondering why he's asking for something that's blatantly obvious. He terrifies her.

  She spies the slightest curve of his lips before she looks down again. She wants more than anything to wrap her fingers around her tail and rub her face with the tip to soothe herself. Her long tail twitches with the desire to do exactly that and his gaze lands on her stomach, where she has her tail wrapped firmly around herself.

  "You have nothing to be afraid of," he says.

  She doubts that. Even now, she feels imprint of his fingers on her arm, sure to leave bruises. Unlike werewolves, werecat don't have that superspeed healing. They're a lot more agile, though that help her species when they were being hunted down. Hard to outrun a gun. She wonders if she can use her agility against him. Maybe she can get the window open and climb to her freedom.

  "Would you give me a kiss, kitten?" he asks out of nowhere.

  She stands shock still for a second, blinking dumbly because surely she's heard him wrong? He's not asking- She peers up at him carefully and sees the seriousness in his gaze. A rosy blush rises to her cheeks when she realizes he's being serious. She wonders if the CEO for the company she works for has a screw loose. "I don't know you," she says, interlinking her fingers in front of herself and looking determinedly anywhere except his face.

  "That's not a no," he says.

  She takes a step back, and her back slams against the door that is blocking her escape. His hands are on her waist, lifting her up so he can line their lips together.

  The unexpected press of his lips on hers startles her enough to suck in a sharp breath and his tongue darts past her parted lips in an instant. She is thrust back against the solid door and her eyes blink close as he kisses her. His lips are surprisingly soft against hers, pressing with an urgency that takes her breath away. His knee works between hers, coaxing her legs apart with ease.

  She knows she should be fighting back, pushing him off and getting free but his grip is firm and she feels like prey trapped beneath a larger, stronger predator and his lips on hers feel nice. He licks into her mouth, tasting her and dominating the kiss entirely. She doesn't know if he's a good kisser or not, being so inexperienced herself. She feels tingles all the way from where their lips are touching down her spine to the tips of her toes.

  Her fingers find their way to the lapels of his suit, clutching tightly.

  Tentatively, she tries to kiss him back. She picks up the bitter tang of coffee and something else she can't discern. The small gesture makes him growl, his fingers tightening around her waist, leaving more bruises the shape of his hands on her skin. The deep sound of his growl vibrates down her spine and makes every nerve ending in her body come awake with lust.

  Too quickly, his lips part from hers, his breath grazing her jaw as he exhales softly against her skin. He leaves a trail of kisses down her neck and shoulders and she gives into the uncontrollable shiver as her body betrays her and she tilts her head to the side, offering her more of his neck. He trails open-mouthed kisses down her collar bone, sucking occasionally to leave blue-black bruises on her pale skin.

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  Sneak Peek

  "No! Wai-" The rest of her protest is muffled by her own panties that Cain has stuffed into her mouth.

  She looks at Luke, pleading with her eyes for him to put a stop to this but he's grinning from ear to ear, looking like he's enjoying the show immensely. His hand is stuffed down his pants and she can see him gripping his erection. The sight makes her suddenly aware of the thick scent of arousal in the air, making it hard to breathe. She gasps when Caleb and Cain grips her by her ankle and lifts them up.

  Her legs are spread wide suddenly. Blood rushes to her cheeks as she tries to cover herself between her legs. Her own fingers are met with a growing wetness that causes her to blush even more. Her hands are pried away quickly and then all eyes are on her, staring at her pussy lips, already glistening wet even though she is more afraid than she is aroused.

  Her protests are muffled by the cloth in her mouth. She is humiliated by the thought of these strangers looking at her pussy.

  "Shaved, I see," Caleb teases. He is the one holding her hand aside so he can look at her more clearly. "You're a little slut, aren't you?" he growls.