Sweet Little E-Book

A.B. Darling Little

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

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

Jason's an Alpha Werewolf without a Little. So, he goes to one of those facilities where they regress humans into Littles and adopt a sweet, eighteen-year-old human for himself. Anya is a petite Little who's new to the system and needs a little more training to make her just the perfect fit of him. He coddles her when she's good, but when she misbehaves... that's when the fun starts.

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"No!" she screams and he grimaces at her shrill voice as he closes the door.

"I'm afraid she's more attached than we've anticipated. A few days with you should fix that right up, however," the doctor smiles kindly at him and hands him a bag of medicine that he's supposed to mix into her drink to ease the process of acclimatization. He would rather not depend on drugs for easing her into her new life, but he understands the change can be a bit much for a new Little like herself.

He's not supposed to know, but Doctor Anson told him that she was one of their 'rescues'. It could mean a number of things, maybe she's an orphan living in the streets or maybe she's just gotten involved in the wrong sort of crowd. Not that it matters to him one way or the other. He's going to take care of her now, no matter what.

Still, her tears devolve into hiccuping sobs that transforms into loud, screaming cries that's accompanied by the acrid scent of panic and fear and he wishes he could make it all better for her immediately.

"Shh... Daddy's right here, baby. No need to be scared," he coos, driving slower than he's used to in his convertible. He has the roof up despite the warm weather. Her skin is pale and pink. The last thing he wants is to get her sunburned before he's even gotten her home.

Her loud cries taper off the further they drive away from the facility and by the end of the first half hour, she's hiccuping and crying quietly in her baby seat, sniffing pathetically like that would make him turn back around. He's almost tempted to. He's pretty sure he's partially deaf by now from all the screaming.

By the time they finally reach home an hour later, she's all out of tears, sniffing unhappily in the baby seat. He wipes her cheeks and nose. "We're home, now, baby. Daddy's going to get you inside, okay? Will you be good and let Daddy carry you?"

She sniffs and nods, so he unstraps her quickly and holds her to his chest. Her heartbeat goes erratic for the first few seconds as he's walking into the house with her, but it slows again when they've closed the door behind them. Frowning, he opens the door and takes a step outside, grimacing when her scent sours instantly.

He brings her in. "Are you afraid of outside, baby?"

She sniffs and nods against his chest, fresh tears wetting the front of his shirt.

"Daddy's not going to let anybody hurt you, baby. You don't have to be afraid," he says, wondering yet again what sort of trouble she had gotten herself into in the past to be so afraid of being outside. Poor baby. It doesn't matter now. He's going to take good care of her and she'll forget all about her past.

Leseprobe

Werewolf Adoption 2

Sweet Little

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 roleplay with an eighteen-year-old young woman willingly submitting to wearing and using a diaper and being filled by a werewolf Alpha. It also contains scenes of knotting, come inflation, adult in diaper, adult baby, feeding, scent kink, and public humiliation.

Chapter One: Baby Girl

Jason Maddox brings his gaze up and down the young girl in front of him with his brows furrowed and his claws clenched tightly in his fist. He wants more than anything to lift her up and claim her, put his scent on her so that she would smell like him straight away, but he knows better than to be hasty. She is one of many other options and he has to be sure that she's the one with the enticing scent that had drawn him in that morning.

She is smaller than her peers. The nurses tell him she's only just turned eighteen, the youngest one they have, but she is adapting quickly. She's eager to please and still a virgin. The latter detail doubles her adoption fees. The money goes back to her hospice care, of course, and helps settle in the new ones. He doesn't care about money. He has plenty to spare. What he needs is someone to spend the money on.

Jason is a thirty-five-year-old Alpha Werewolf without a Little. It's unacceptable. His wolves joke about his inability to nest but it's hardly his fault he had never found a little who smelled perfect to him.

Until now.

"What's her name?" he asks the nurse on duty, making a beeline towards her crib.

"Why don't you ask her? She hasn't decided how little she wants to be yet. We've only just gotten her started on treatments, so if you want her, there's going to be a little bit of an adjustment period."

He doesn't mind too much about having to train her. It might even be pleasant.

"Some parents opt for new Littles," the nurse continues. "It helps them bond quicker too."

He nods and peers into the crib to look at her better. She's wearing a lovely blue onesie and is sucking on a pacifier in her sleep. Her hands and feet are wrapped up in tight mittens and she's smiling a little. Maybe she's having a nice dream. "Can we wake her up?" he asks quietly.

"Of course! I can do it," she says, leaning in to rub her hand to her cheek. "Good morning, baby. You've got someone very important here to see you," she coos.

The poor baby starts sucking on her dummy harder the moment she blinks awake. She makes little whimpering noises before twisting around to look up at them. She smiles at the nurse first, and then her gaze finds him and widens in shock. She has very lovely eyes, blue, like the onesie she's wearing.

"Can you tell Mr. Jason here what your name is, baby?" she coos and pops the dummy from her lips.

Her mouth opens and closes a few times, like she's going to say something, but then she shakes her head.

"No? Don't feel like talking today, baby?"

She nods, shy and smelling like anxiety. Poor thing. He can't fault her. He knows he looks intimidating. Most Alphas feel intimidating to humans, their prey instinct telling them to run and hide, less they get eaten. He towers over the nurse easily and the baby is even tinier. Fear isn't a pleasant scent on her but he understands why she's afraid. Most humans are afraid of werewolves.

"That's alright. Can I tell her your name, baby?"

She considers the question for a second, and then nods.

"This is baby Anya," the nurse says. "She's very well behaved, aren't you, baby girl?"

She beams at the nurse, focusing her attention on her so she doesn't have to see him. She's less afraid when she's not looking at him.

"Do you want to hold her?" the nurse asks.

Her scent turns sour instantly and slightly salty due to the tears in her eyes. He is almost tempted to say no just to spare her the fear, but if he wants to adopt her, he needs to be sure that she would let him at least carry her without throwing a fit.

He leans over the edge of the crib and puts his hands on her undersides of her arms. She flinches, but doesn't jerk away, which is a good sign.

"Come here, baby. That's it. I've got you," he says, lifting her from the bed easily and hoisting her up and into his arms. She hardly weights a thing. He wonders how her life had been before they enrolled her into the program and decided that life as a Little would suit her better. She must have had a tough life. "Daddy's got you," he says, nuzzling his nose to her hair. She smells like baby powder and soap. She whimpers a little, trembling in his grasp.