Competing Littles E-Book

A.B. Darling Little

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

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

Eighteen-year-old Sandy loves wearing her onesie and diaper and she loves being held and cuddled by her Alpha Werewolf Caretakers. Life is pretty perfect, and she wouldn't change a thing. That changes when a new Little joins their household. Joy is so good at playing the perfectly innocent pup when they're being watched and then hurting her when nobody's around.

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Joy hates every second of this new and unique torture she has inflicted upon herself.

Honestly, it's not like she expected anything, but the fact that she has zero freedom to do anything she wants is just infuriating.

Much to her horror, by week two of her new torture, she is starting to get used to things. Unacceptable. She throws her first tantrum that day by throwing the milk bottle at her caretaker's face. It's only a little funny when his nose started bleeding, and then not funny at all when they tied her to her bed and completely ignored her for the next half hour.

Gods, she hates this.

The only reason why she agreed to do this in the first place is because she knows this is the only way for her to get closed to Liam. She is going to marry Liam, one day.

It has always been her ultimate goal in life. She was doing pretty well at it too, climbing up the corporate ladder and sleeping with all the right people. She was on her way to being his right hand- well, his private secretary at the very least and she had been sucking up to all the right people to get there. All she had to do after that is make sure she's ovulating, drug him up with that special medicine that's supposed to trigger a wolf's rut, and get herself knocked up and et voil! She would have captured herself the best husband anyone could hope for.

Liam is everything she has ever wanted in a man. Handsome, suave, powerful, and huge. In all the right ways and all the right places.

Except he had to go and ruin that by getting a Little. Everyone knows that an Alpha with a Little isn't going to get married. It's their way of settling down without getting married. Some Alphas are like that. They're so controlling that they know having a wife would be unpleasant for both of them, but the point is, he hasn't even tried being with her yet.

They would have been perfect together.

And now she's stuck here.

She planned it perfectly too, made herself the perfect candidate so that they would have no choice but to accept her. Basically, that just means ticking all the boxes that most candidates would frown on, one of which is the box to let herself be shared among pack members. She's always been a little bit of an exhibitionist and she most certainly doesn't mind getting gangbanged if that meant she gets what she wants in the end.

She had her lawyer write up a contract for her that would require that they give her a month- discussed down to two weeks, with Liam.

She doesn't need two weeks for him to fall for her. She's a catch. He's going to be eating out of the palm of her hand by the end of the two weeks.

She knows it.

Leseprobe

Werewolves Guardian 4

Competing Littles

Copyright 2019 A.B. Darling Little

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.

Warning:

This steamy short story contains age regression with eighteen-year-old young woman who is babied by an Alpha Werewolf. It also contains scenes of humiliation, ab/dl, diaper play, bdsm, knotting, size kink, exhibitionism & voyeurism, double penetration, and much, much more.

Chapter One: Adoption

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy."

His pup is being so fussy today, tugging at his hair to try and get his attention when he's busy starting up the dishwasher. The last of her dirty bottle is in there and he knows it's an ongoing cycle. She's been drinking more bottles than solids these days, which he's pleased about because it makes her messes easier to clean up, but it also means more peeing because liquids.

"Daddy," she whines again when he doesn't respond fast enough.

"Yes, baby?" he murmurs indulgently, leaning down to pick her up from her high chair when she reaches for him.

She leans in until her lips are almost kissing his outer ear and he has a moment of fear that she would shriek as she is so prone to doing these days, but she merely whispers. "Wants juice, Daddy."

He hides a grin. "Alright. Juice, then," he says even though she's just finished drinking an entire bottle of milk. He is helpless to deny her food, especially when she asks for it so sweetly, pressing her mouth to his cheek after she's done asking, nuzzling to him happily.

She had been such a skinny thing when they had him adopt her and she's only started getting more fat on her bones nowadays. "'ank you, Daddy," she says shyly and then presses her mouth to his cheek. "Muah!"

He turns and returns her loud kiss with several of his own, peppering her face with plenty of kisses and bouncing her on his hip until she's giggling happily at him, juice forgotten momentarily. He sets about getting it ready for her regardless, pleased at her increased appetite and eager to make her happy and healthy.

He's gotten the first part down. She had been incredibly fussy when he first got her, crying at every little thing and generally just feeling incredibly sorry for herself, but nothing a few days of cuddling couldn't fix right up. The second part needs a bit more work. He has a nutritionist plan her daily food requirement so she has what she needs. She's a really small Little and he towers over her even when they're both fully upright. Carrying her like this makes him feel like a giant.

She's really such a precious, tiny thing. Normally, he loves this, but recently, he's been having thoughts about claiming her properly, filling her up and knotting her, getting her round and fat with come until she crying in his lap and hiccuping in that lovely little way she does whenever she drinks more than she's supposed to and fills her tiny tummy up too much. It's why he has a nutritionist to tell him just how much he's supposed to be feeding her.

He kisses her cheek again as he fills up the freshly squeezed orange juice in the bottle. He adds a little bit of the nutrient-rich powder in it too. It doesn't taste like anything, so he knows it wouldn't make the juice taste too odd, but it adds to the viscosity and forces her to drink a little slower. It's a little cold, but not so cold that it would hurt her teeth. She has such sensitive teeth. Poor baby.

"Here you go, darling," he murmurs, pushing the nipple between her mouth and helping her lift her hands up to cradle the bottle. She hugs it close and ducks her head, trying weakly to suck the juice out.

She whines when she can't get it to work and he chuckles, sitting down on the couch so he can adjust his hold on her. He tilts her head back, cradling her so that her upper body is resting against his arm and she can hold the bottle above her head. Gravity does the rest and the first thing she does when she manages to get a good mouthful of  the juice is choke on it.

"Oh, baby," he murmurs, quickly taking the bottle away and lifting her up so he can pat her back and help her. She cries as she coughs up the juice that's gotten down the wrong tract, getting his shirt wet as she does. He doesn't care too much about his  shirt, only that he wants her to feel better as quickly as he can. Her eyes fill with tears that quickly flow down her cheeks as she tries to cough and cry at the same time. "Shh... Shh... It's okay, baby. It's okay." It must burn a bit, the acidic orange juice coming back up her throat.

She coughs and starts wailing unhappily as he bounces her in his lap, ignoring the shrill sound from her lips because he's probably already gone partially deaf in that ear weeks ago.

"It's alright. It's alright, baby. Daddy's right here. Don't cry. Shh... Shh... It's alright," he hums. "Poor baby. Daddy loves you so much," he coos. It's true too, which had surprised him so much at first because he didn't think he would turn into one of those doting Alpha with their Littles who can't seem to part with them, even if for a few minutes at a time. It only took a single day with her for him to change his mind  completely. He's by no means as clingy as the worst Alpha he knows, but he's plenty attached.

"Daddy, Daddy," she cries as she It was remarkably easy to fall for her cute button nose and adorable pouty lips.

"Daddy's right here," he croons, soothing her until her sobs turn to weak little sniffles. She doesn't seem all that interested in her bottle anymore, snuffling close to his neck and whining unhappily, so he just lets her snuggle and pats her back to make her feel better. She's such a clumsy little baby. It's not her first time choking on a drink because she always forgets and gets too excited about inhaling everything at once. It's adorable.

His phone starts buzzing in his pants and he shifts his grip on her to make sure sh's secure before reaching for it.

His blood runs cold when he realizes it's from the agency. That's never a good thing. What're they doing calling him now? Things are perfect just the way it is right now and he doesn't need someone checking up on him.

"Hello?" he says instead of the multitude of questions in his mind upon answering the phone.

"Hi, Daddy," she whispers, not comprehending that he's answering the phone and not talking to her.

The sweet greeting makes him beam nevertheless. "Hello, baby," he says, pressing his lips to her forehead. She's a little bit warm. Maybe he put too many layers on her. It was drafty this morning and he was worried about her catching a cold.

"Mr. Theiner?"

"Just Liam, please," he says, all business when he's talking into the phone.

His pup leans back, brows furrowed cutely in her confusion about who's he's talking to and blushes when she realizes that he's on the phone and isn't actually talking to her. He presses another kiss to her forehead and cradles the back of her head, pulling her in so he can hold her closer to his body. Her eyes are still so wide and wet with unshed tears and she's really just the most precious little pup anyone could ever hope for.

"Mr. Liam," the woman starts again, sounding like it's all business. Yet, there is a hint of amusement in her tone too and he can almost see her smile over the phone. "Is your Little One with you?" she asks, evidently unable to help herself.

"Yes," he says. "She's very clingy today," he continues. She's clingy everyday, which he doesn't mind at all. "Give me a second. I'm in the middle of feeding her," he explains, focusing his attention on his pup so he can press the bottle of her juice to her mouth, coaxing her to continue drinking despite her soft whines. "That's it," he hums. "All done," he says upon bringing his attention back to the phone.

"How is Little Sandy fitting in?" she asks.

"Well," he hums, his shackles rising a little. "She's doing very well."

"That's good to hear," she says. "My name's Sonja. I'm with the Little Adoption Agency and I'm afraid we have a rather... unprecedented request for you today, Mr. Liam," she says.

"A request?" he asks, feeling afraid once more. Did they want to take her back? He is aware that there are instances where the Alpha and Little proof to be bad matches for each other. It doesn't happen very often, but sometimes, the Littles are not fully regressed and use the Alpha's weakness to their advantage, asking them to do nefarious tasks for them. Sometimes, the opposite is true and the Alphas take advantage of their Littles and it is equally important to remove them away from those homes to keep them safe.

He doesn't want to think about it because it upsets him. He would never hurt her.

"What kind of request?" he asks when the silence drags on.

Sonja clears her throat, evidently unsure of where to even begin.

"Well," he starts. "What is it?" He doesn't mean to sound so curt, but the thought of his precious pup being taken away from him is stressing him out already. She makes a little whining noise at his raised voice and he hums to make her relax a little bit. "Shh... Sh.... It's alright, pup. It's okay," he rumbles. patting her back and coaxing her to relax even though he knows she's only stressed because he is. He buries his nose in her hair and breathes in the scent of baby powder and an underlying scent that is completely and utterly her own and loosens his tight grip on her a little. It's okay, he tells himself. They can't take her away from him. He would fight them if necessary. He has the money and worst case scenario, he has the claws and brute skill to fight back.

"Mr. Liam," Sonja starts again and appears to take a breath to calm herself. "We have a Little in our hands who is a clear candidate for a Little, but she is requesting to be put under your care for the first two weeks of her transition period."

He experiences a rare moment of shock, having been completely unprepared for it. He clears his throat. "I have no need for a second Little," he tells her honestly. He really doesn't need a second Little. His pup is a handful all on her very own and a second would just be an unnecessary distraction.

"Yes, sir," she says. "We understand that you've made it adamantly clear in your initial agreement you only want one. This will only be temporary until the medication begins to take effect and she will be placed in a permanent home. The chances of you getting attached will be lower because you are still bonding with your current Little. Normally, we blacklist member with these sort of requests, but evidently, this was handled by a junior member who had not read through the terms and conditions of her surrender into the Lifestyle properly. I assure you he has since been dealt with. We understand if you are unwilling to accept the terms. It would be a waste to return her to society now, especially since she has taken to the medication so well and there is a family waiting to take her in already."

Here, she pauses and lets the word sink in. He too, had needed to wait for a few years until his pup was finally put under his care. It had been quite frustrating, waiting yer after year without a Little to pamper.

"The stay will be heavily monitored, of course, so ensure everyone remains happy and healthy," she finishes with the tagline that is written across all the brochures for their Little Adoption company.

"That sounds like just an additional stress factor that I did not ask for," he tells the woman honestly. Monitoring means someone from the agency will drop by randomly in order to ensure that the Little is cared for. He's happy exactly as he is. He neither has a need nor a want for another Little.

On the other side of the phone, he can sense the woman growing agitated by the way her heartbeat increases and her breathing goes deep rather deliberately, inhaling a shuddering breath and letting it out. The only reason for an Alpha to take a second if it's a large pack with two Alphas that have trouble sharing. He has a large pack, yes, but he is more than capable of handling it on his own and does not need to share.

"Daddy," his pup whines, trying to get his attention by pawing at his face with her mitten-covered hands, and then leaning towards the fallen juice bottle. "Juice, Daddy," she demands, having dropped the bottle  some time during his conversation. She tries to twist out of his grasp and reach for it with her fingers, but he is holding her too tightly for her to get away and get it.

"I have my hands full with just my single pup," he tells Sonja honestly. "As you said yourself, we've just started bonding properly and having another may disrupt the process. The last thing I want is for my pup to fear that I may be replacing her," he says while picking up the orange juice and standing. She giggles when he bounces her on his hip, just happy to be carried. She's such a sweet little thing.

On the other side of the phone, the woman sighs. "Would you reconsider if we count this as a special favor to us?" she continues. "There is a dual-Alpha pack who have been waiting for years to find a Little and she matches absolutely perfectly."

"What kind of favor?" he asks testily. He isn't in the line of business where he requires favors. Most of these favors can be bought with enough money and he has more than enough, but there is also an advantage of having a Little Adoption Agency owe him a favor.

He hears her repeat the question to what must be her manager or boss, and then her voice is back in his ear. "Anything within our power," she says. "A single favor for your collection."

He's surprised by the broad promise. "That's a generous offer," he says. "I could have you join me in a war against another pack, prevent them from gaining a Little."

"You are too proud for that, Alpha Liam," she says, stroking his ego while also speaking the truth.

He nods. "I will consider it."

"We could also send someone to help, if you're worried about not having enough hands to handle everything?"

He snarls at the suggestion without meaning to and then relaxes when his pup whimpers again. "My apologies," he says without feeling. He runs hot water down the nipple of her bottle and then hands his pup the bottle so she can repeat the process of trying to suck it into her mouth without tipping her head back. Immediately, he smiles, the weight on his shoulders loosening. "Here, baby," he murmurs, tipping her head back a little.

She leans back with a goofy, happy smile.

"We do apologize for the inconvenience. If it is any consolation to you, we are aware that you have been exceptionally careful with your Little One and have not taken the next step in the claiming."

He wishes the doctor wasn't quite so thorough in his checkups and didn't need to know so many things every visit. At the same time, he's always pleased to hear about his pup's growth and progress. He carries her around in the room, letting her suck the bottle until almost the end before pulling it away carefully. "That's enough, darling," he coaxes and drapes her over his back to burp her.

Sonja continues talking to him over the phone. "The Little we'll be sending to you is a little older and is already trained in taking cocks of multiple sizes. You may also try Anal if that is to your fancy."

He closes his eyes and breathes through his mouth because he's so fucking horny that just the talk of fucking his Little is enough to make him hard. She's a virgin when she came to him and she remains a virgin because he's so worried about hurting her.

He doesn't know if she can take it, honestly, and things have been so good with them exactly where they're at that he's unwilling to sabotage that just because he's a horny fuck. She's sucking on the corner of her mittens obliviously now, the corner of her eyes wrinkling because she's smiling so sweetly and it's the sweetest thing he's seen all day.

"Sir?"

"I'll- I'll think about it," he says hoarsely.