Big Bad Werewolves E-Book

Marilyn Fae

• Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

Penniless, Anna doesn't really have much of an option when it comes to Tertiary education, so when she is offered a summer job with Alpha Werewolves, she leaps at the opportunity that most people would turn their noses up to. All her life, she's been taught that Alpha Werewolves are terrible beasts who bring death and destruction wherever they go, but they've been nothing but kind to her.

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"What're you thinking about, puppy?" Alpha Aaron asks, his grip on her tightening. "You're smelling very tempting," he continues.

Eyes going wide, she sputters. "I- uh. Nothing?" she says.

He chuckles. "Did James and Castle show you some things over the weekend, baby girl? Did they make you feel good?"

She fumbles to get out from his grip, but he is holding tightly.

"Shh... No need to be frightened, baby. We're just talking, right? I won't do anything you don't want me to," he promises and she stills, trusting him completely.

She's been staying with him for a bit and he's always been respectful and kind, touching only as much as she's comfortable with.

His breath is warm on her neck when he talks, though. "You still smell like a virgin, baby. Did they touch you?"

She nods. "Only a little," she confesses, cheeks heating up to admit it.

"Did you like it?" he asks, petting her stomach, rubbing it lightly.

She chews on her bottom lip and nods again. "Yes," she says, feeling a need to say it out loud. She can feel the curve of his lips on her neck, pleased.

"Sweet little thing," he hums. "Can I touch you too?" he asks, tongue flicking over her ear as his chin rests on her neck.

His question burns into her, like a fire building in her belly spreading outwards onto her every nerve ending, making her come awake and yearn for something she doesn't have the words for. She thinks back to the forbidden video clip she had watched the night before and shifts in his lap, thinking of his thick length inside of her, stretching her open.

"Can I, baby girl? I'll be gentle. I promise," he hums.

She swallows the lump in her throat and nods weakly, unable to do anything as his hand on her stomach snakes under her shirt. The warm feeling of his palm against her skin makes her breathe in sharply.

"Poor baby," he hums. "I can feel your heart beating," he drags his fingers up to her chest and presses his palm between her breasts. "Right here," he says.

Leseprobe

Group Submission 1

Big Bad Werewolves

Domination | Werewolf | MFM

Marilyn Fae

Copyright 2020 Marilyn Fae

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. No part in this book may be reproduced, transmitted, stored, or distributed without permission of the author or publisher.

Chapter One: Conditioning

It is the matron in the orphanage who suggests she finds a summer job.

She leaps at the opportunity with the enthusiasm of someone who has never had a summer job before. It is the older chef who suggests she finds employment with the Werewolf community. They are always looking for young flesh.

She thought he was joking about about that until she finds herself standing in front of a giant of a man, the first werewolf she has ever seen in her entire life. Instead of being terrified, she is insatiably curious. He picks her up like she doesn't weight a thing, placing her gingerly on one giant arm that acts like a seat for her butt. It's oddly comfortable, if a little bit dizzying and she's reacts instantly by wrapping her arms around his neck because she doesn't want to fall and he makes a low, rumbling noise, pleased. Then, he buries his face in her hair, breathing in deep.

In a rumbling voice, he says, "She'll do." Like he's deciding that she's an acceptable piece of meat and then that's  settled. She has her official summer job.

She finds out quickly that there's not much to do at her new job. Actually, there's nothing to do at all. The giant Werewolf appears to be absolutely content just holding her in his lap while he goes about his daily life, which has a lot to do with computers and setting things up, wiring and stuff that she's not allowed to touch. She tried at first, reaching out to look at the shiny bits on his table, but he grasps her by her wrists gently and puts them back on her lap.

"No touching, pup," he rumbles, his voice so deep and guttural it makes her whole body vibrate pleasantly. She shivers and nods, leaning back and pressing her cheek to his chest.

He's really a giant, so big that she is able to fit in his lap with her legs dangling off the side, her arms wrapped around his neck and eyes closing comfortably. This is a little weird- okay, a lot weird. Weird enough that when she goes back to the orphanage, she lied and told them that she helped with cleaning instead of just sitting in his lap and cuddling.

It feels nice, though. She doesn't get touched in the orphanage, no hugs, no handshakes, no nothing. The Matron is kind... enough. She doesn't really care for them beyond the paycheck that gets sent to her at the end of every month.

Still, she wonders if there's anything wrong with her for liking this and trusting the Werewolf not to eat her as she clings to him and dozes.

He likes to breathe very deeply when he's holding onto her. She thinks there's something about her scent that's calming to him. Maybe it's because she's prey. She's a weak little human who doesn't pose a threat to the Wolf. Like a pet.

She really doesn't understand it, but at the end of it all, she gets fifty dollars and a glowing recommendation from the Werewolf, which is more words that he had said in the time they're together. He is insistent that she is perfect for the position and that Matron Marie should allow more werewolves to spent time with her, but she's reluctant.

"The last girl I sent to you ended up staying forever," she says and Anna doesn't really see the problem with that either. Isn't that the whole point of the orphanage? For her to find a forever home?

He shrugs one bulky shoulder and says, "Ruth and James are a good fit. She's very happy with him."

Matron Marie does not look convinced, but he starts talking to her about donations and Anna sees the way Matron Marie's eyes glaze over and she knows he has her in his pocket already. The orphanage is always looking for contributions.

From there, a pack with two Alpha Werewolves who spend the weekend alternating between cuddling her and feeding her, and then back to Alpha Aaron ever Monday and Wednesdays. She spends her Tuesdays and Thursdays with Alpha Lucas, who has a huge house and has no idea what to do with her. She has a feeling he wants to touch her a lot more than he does, but he settles for awkward pats on her head and having her on the couch while he relaxes and watched TV. Most of them have day jobs and she spends only a few hours with them in the evenings before they send her back to the orphanage to sleep.

When words go around that Alphas don't frighten her, she get booked for her entire Summer holidays. Logically, she knows why people are afraid of Alphas. She knows that they're capable of tearing a weak human like herself into little bite-size pieces, but she's not too terrified of them because- because she knows they won't hurt her.

They've been taught all their lives to be scared of the Werewolves in their community, to stay away if they value their lives, but she doesn't see the point of being afraid of the very people who keeps them safe. Werewolves take a lot of guardian positions in their town. They're the soldiers and guards and police officers.

She watches as Alpha Lucas fusses with the pillows around her and ask her for the third time that evening if she's comfortable. "Very, thank you," she says softly, watching with wide, confused eyes. And he is positively preening.

"Good, good," he says, fluffing the pillow on her side and handing her the controller to a new gaming system that she suspects he bought just for her. He even has a few games set up already. After hesitating for a few more seconds, he leans in and presses his nose to her hair, breathing in deep.

He's a lot more relaxed when he leans away, his eyes closing to a half mast and he breathes in again before pulling away completely.

"Good," he mumbles distractedly, patting her head and moving to his side of the couch. She wishes he would just be like the others and pick her up and put her on his lap, but he's older and so incredibly proper. She doesn't want to push him into doing anything he's not comfortable with, though she has a feeling that the whole reason he's so proper with her is because he's not sure what she's comfortable with.

She sighs and chooses a game to play with on the console, chewing on her lower lip and murmuring softly to herself as she reads the instructions on the screen. She's not very used to playing games. They have a console in the orphanage, but the bigger kids monopolize those.

Chapter Two: Oral

Alpha Castle and Alpha James has had her over for enough times that she has her own set of keys to let herself into the house.

She's not expecting to see yet another Alpha in the house.

"You must be Anastasia." He's a rather frightening-looking man. There's a pronounced scar from the top of his head down one eye and the blue in that eye is muted compared to the other. He is good-looking despite that. She finds that most wolves look very handsome. Apparently it's not normal for her to be able to tell who's an Alpha just by looking at them, but she has always been able to tell. Alpha Werewolves are bigger not just in stature, but in their sheer presence.

It's like they exude a certain kind of power that other Werewolves don't.

"Anna," she corrects automatically. People always assume 'Anna' is short for something, but it just says 'Anna' on her birth certificate. Or rather, the one that Matron Marie has. She's not really sure when her birthdate is exactly.

The handsome man nods and motions for her to follow him deeper into the house. She's familiar with the place, but she's never gone past the living room before.

"The Alphas are feeling rather testy," he says like it's any sort of explanation. "Your job is to not be afraid."

She knows what her job is. She's been doing it for a few weeks now and both of the Alphas in the house have been nothing but kind to her- if a little bit competitive with one another.

Still, when he brings her to the bottom of the stairs and call up for the Alpha,s she doesn't expect the thunderous noise of them moving as they make their way downstairs.

Two ridiculously large wolves come stomping down the stairs, leaping down and snapping at each other at the same time, fangs and snarls both sharp as they try to hurt each other as they come towards her.

Her heartbeat must have given her away because the other Alpha sends her a warning glance and she stares at the wolf again. It takes her a second to recognize them.

"Oh! Alpha Castle! Alpha James!" she says as they stop themselves from barreling into her- barely, skidding to a stop directly in front of her before they're both crowding her, rubbing their furry faces on her cheek, nosing under her armpits and licking everywhere. She giggles, relaxing immediately because she knows they won't hurt her and start rubbing her hands on their fur, petting them as much as she can while they lick up all over her.

"Don't let them push you around too much," the other man says and she startles because she's forgotten he's there in the first place.

"I won't," she reassures but they all know it's a lie. She likes getting pushed around by the Alphas that she spends her time with.

"And don't let them pee on you," he says.

The wolves snarl at him for that, not liking the implication.

"They're wolves, not dogs," she finds herself saying, but she's frowning and thinking if it's something wolves do as well. The two wolves go back to rubbing themselves all over her in seconds and she's having too much fun to try and extradite herself from them.

"Ah yes, doesn't stop them from wanting to mount bitches, though," he says.

She blushes bright red at the thought of the regal wolves mounting any sort of female dog. And then she thinks of them mounting her and her face turns another brighter shade. She can feel steam coming from her ears and prays that they can't read minds.

At their snarls, the man backs off. "I'm just kidding. Look at you, all red already. They aren't into that kind of thing, don't you worry," he says, laughing. At their twin snarls, he lifts up his hands and says, "Alright, alright, I'm leaving," he says, stepping away but not before winking at her.

She's so embarrassed.

She can't stop thinking about it even after the man has gone and the two wolves herd her up the stairs and into what appears to be a bedroom, but instead of a bed, there's just a whole lot of pillows and blankets on top of a giant mattress. They nose at her until she takes off her shoes and jacket and climb onto the mattress.