Passionate Alphas E-Book

Marilyn Fae

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

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

When Alpha Werewolf Erik goes on vacation, the last thing he expects to do is fall hard for the most unobtainable young woman in town, an eighteen-year-old Cat-Shifter. She's innocent in the way only the sheltered are, unknowing of how dangerous it is to be outside on her own. She must have a guardian to keep her safe. Otherwise, she would have been ravaged already.

He intends to do exactly that.

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To think. He had thought her innocent. 

The man standing by her side exudes power and danger like no man he has encountered before, the signs of a true Alpha. He has never met one like himself before. It is lucky that the wind is blowing in his favor, keeping his scent hidden from the Cat Shifter. Lion, his Wolf supplies readily, bristling, ready to attack. His blood sings for a battle, adrenaline pumping through his veins at the thought of taking this Alpha on in order to win the favor of the pretty little mate tied to the tree. He could take him in a fight, pin him down and slit his throat so he can claim her.

It is her voice that stops him from venturing forward.

"Daddy..." her voice is small and hurt.

He freezes in his tracks, his breath stopping entirely at the way she sounds. She is frightened, yes. But that's only the surface of what she's feeling. She is aroused as well. Her cheeks are flushed, stained by the tracks of tears that continue to trickle down from her eyes, pupils blown so wide that he can see if from as far as he is. Her lips are parted, bitten red. It is perverse, what they're doing. Her own father, he thinks with a note of jealousy that he pushes down. But she's not really her daughter, is she? Now that he sees the two together, he understands why everyone had seen the truth so clearly. He is so much bigger than her, so much stronger. He does not wear his animal on his skin as obviously as her, but any Shifter worth a damn can tell that he is not someone to be trifled with. While the man is all hard edges and pure muscle, the young shifter girl is as domestic as they come. They don't even smell related.

He is wearing a black top and a pair of dark grey slacks that looks tailor-made and expensive as fuck whereas she is naked as the day she is born. The juxtaposition is absolutely lovely.

"Daddy, please," she whimpers.

It is twisted to hear her call her that. Perhaps it is some sort of kink that they're into. He has heard of such things before and though it has never interested him, he finds himself fantasizing how good it would feel if she was to look at him with those large, tear-filled eyes and call him that. He can't deny it brings a pleasant thrill down his spine.

Erik can't see the man's expression from where he's standing, but he thinks it would be like his own, hungry. "Please, what, darling?"

The man's voice is deep, a low purr that makes the hair on his arms stand on edge. His wolf wants him to decide whether to fight or run away, not stand here and do nothing.

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Marilyn Fae

Copyright 2019 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.

This steamy short story contains scenes inappropriate for 18-years and below.  An innocent virgin is filled by a Werewolf and a Werecat. It also contains exhibitionism and voyeurism, public sex, BDSM (ropes, ice-play), domination and submission, daddy kink, size-difference (large male, petite female), bareback creampie, double penetration, and rough sex.

Prologue

It begins like this.

"I'm fucking tired of cleaning up your mess, Jake." Erik sits in the armchair, one hand holding a glass of scotch that is filled to the brim, the other rubbing his forehead.

"My mess?! I'm not the one who put a man in a hospital instead of waiting for the police," Jake growls, never one to back down from a fight. "You broke so many bones in his body that they're not even sure if he can ever walk again."

The only thing he says to that is a disinterested, "Good."

Jake doesn't look like he's keen on disagreeing. The man is responsible for a lot of deaths, a lot of unsolved cases. "You should've waited. The police has enough to indict him."

"Getting things sorted the right way will take too long and draw out the suffering of everyone involved," he says, swirling the scotch in his palm before taking a sip and putting it down. He pours Jake a glass and gestures for him to sit as well. "He can still talk, but now he's in enough pain that he would do anything to get a hit of morphine. A fitting end for a man who makes a living getting people addicted on drugs, I would think."

Jake makes an annoying huffing noise and sinks into the couch. He downs the scotch at an impressive rate, letting the alcohol burn down his throat like he can no longer feel the heat. He grimaces at the end and places the empty glass on the table.

"And we got what we needed." The man had started sobbing and giving away all his nefarious plans and secrets ten minutes into his interrogation. Disgraceful, to sell out his men so easily.

"You did," he relents. "But why are you upset?" Jake demands.

"I'm not upset."

"You're not happy either," Jake says. "You just single-handedly closed the biggest case of the year and you're here, sulking. Something's bothering you."

That's the thing, Jake is right. He should be happy. He should be out celebrating with the rest of his packmates. Instead, he is hiding in his office, working on something that doesn't really need much more fine-tuning and he is dragging his feet because he's not at all eager to join in the celebration.

"You need a break," Jake decides. "You should get laid," he says decisively, like that's all he needs to say, and a willing young woman would materialize in front of them. As though reading his mind, he continues, "There are escort services for these sorts of stuff, you know."

He glares at the man, who merely chuckles.

"Have you talked to our lawyers?" he asks.

Erik shakes his head. He doesn't trust himself to talk to them just yet. Talking to lawyers always make him break things. They let him get away with it because the alternative is breaking them.

"I'll talk to them tomorrow," he says. "In the meantime, you should get some rest. Maybe clean up a little," he waves at Erik's entire body like everything about his body is offensive to him.

He nods. He supposes he should at least have washed the blood away. That explains why his employees were so terrified when he walked in earlier. Suppose it's time to give them a raise. They did good work today.

"And get some rest," he adds.

Right. Some rest. He rubs his palm over his face. He feels like it has been years since he has had a good night's sleep. Perhaps Jake was right. He needs a break.

"I'm serious. Take a break, if you must. The police aren't stupid enough to apprehend you for beating the guy within an inch of his life, not when you're the one who got him in the first place. You should take some time off, relax a little. I'll take care of everything."

Chapter One: Cat Shifter

The pilot frowns at him even as he lands the flight. If he was any other man, he would be questioning Erik's sanity. As it has it, Ken had been working with him long enough that he knows better than to question his wishes more than absolutely necessary.

"Are you certain you'd like me to drop you here, Mr. Hunter? There are a lot of other places that would seem more suitable for relaxation," he offers, unable to keep his thoughts to himself any upon seeing that empty expanse of nothing that he had landed in. "Discreet locations. Nobody will need to know where you are."

Erik gives a short shake of his head. "It's fine. I don't want beaches and tourist destinations," he answers shortly, understanding that the man means well, but still annoyed to have his decision questioned.

"If you're certain. I'll pack a satellite phone for you, Sir. Let me know when you'd like me to come and bring you back," he says as he hands Erik his bag.

Erik hadn't packed much for this impromptu excursion. A few sets of clothes, plenty of money, and some necessities. He had considered leaving his work laptop behind but decided against it. It'll be safer to keep that close to him, though now he thinks he could have done without it. There isn't electricity here.

He looks around and draws a deep breath. The air here is fresher and crisp. The plot of land that they had landed in belongs to his family and it has been taken care of by a neighbor that he continues to send money to every month. He sees now that even though the garden is no longer brimming with fresh flowers or vegetables, it is not overgrown either. There is the house that he spent two years of his infancy in. The house is in surprisingly good condition and he makes himself at home.

He spends the next several days making it inhabitable, getting in touch with nature and learning to relax. There are no deadlines here, no rush to make sure everything is in order, no estate to organize, no pack to tend to. Even the lack of servants in his house is a comfort. He does not bother putting on clothes most days, enjoying the ability shift into his wolf form without tearing his clothes.

Jake sends several angry emails about him being irresponsible and unreasonable for disappearing, that this isn't what he had in mind when he said he had things handled. But the anger tapers off in the barrage of messages and by the end of his angry rant, he is glad that Erik is taking the initiative to relax and take some time off for himself. He promises to keep everything in order while he's gone and hopes that he enjoys his holiday.

Erik replies with a picture of him and his new home, telling him that he may never leave.

It's not true, of course. Erik is bored already, but it is still funny to have the man reply with a stream of curses.

A week after he first moved into the debilitated house, he begins to explore outwards, taking long walks through the paths that are barely visible until he begins to cross paths with his neighbors and then, the little town area where most of the buildings are centred.

He learns that he is in a Alpha Derek's territory, Cat Shifter, though the Mayor had welcomed him with open arms upon hearing his name and reassured him that he is not in trouble for not asking for permission from the resident alpha before coming. It brings him a sense of pride and comfort to know that his name is recognized, even in the middle of nowhere.

He thinks he stops being listless and unhappy a week and a half later, once he manages to set up a sort of routine for himself, tending to the garden, buying fruits from the farmer's market, and hunting for food in the afternoon so he can start preparing a hearty dinner. It is somewhat of a lonely existence, especially since he is used to being surrounded by employees and packmates.

Yet, he can see the beauty of living close to nature. The place he decided  to settle in is a cosy little town that Jake likes to refer to as 'Nowhere off of Fuck-If-I-Know'. He would fire him if he wasn't quite so good at his job.

There is a lot of land here that are just begging to be developed. A radio tower would be able to generate a steady income once they have everything set up. With a population of fifteen thousand, he could open a cinema and a small mall, maybe get in touch with the towns nearby so that they are able to do business outside of town rather than keep everything so... isolated.

He'll have to talk to Mayor Littleton soon. He had welcomed Erik's arrival with open arms, having heard of his penchant for leaving towns better than the condition her found them in. When he pitched the idea to Jack, he doesn't get a response. Perhaps he deserves that.

He sighs.