by Abby Kace
Daddy Howls:
A Shifter Romance
By Abby Kace
Daddy Howls: A Shifter Romance is a work of fiction intended for adult readers only. All characters therein are 18 years old or older and not related by blood. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to events, locales, or actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Copyright © 2020 by Abby Kace
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
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About the Author
CHAPTER ONE
Brandt
Her scent makes my cock jerk when I lean into the driver’s seat. I sniff the headrest, then lower to where her ass touched the seat. It’s unmistakable. There’s no doubt this rundown little car belongs to Ivy.
The night air is freezing, the dark forest around me so quiet I hear the snow crunch with every step.
But I’m burning inside. Shifters have a higher body temperature than others, even when we’re calm. I am far from calm.
My inner wolf howls like never before, thrashing to break out. He’s never reacted this way to the scent of a female. He thinks Ivy is his mate.
Claim her. Claim our mate.
It’s a struggle to contain him.
“She’s off-limits.” I don’t have any business getting hard over an eighteen-year-old I’ve known for years. Her father was my friend, but as she grew older he became a different man, womanizing and partying like he’s a goddamn frat boy. It made me sick. I took it upon myself to protect Ivy. I practically became her second dad.
My wolf doesn’t care for such distinctions.
I run a hand over the steering wheel, breathing deeply. The cold air scrapes my lungs with every breath, but I can’t stop sniffing.
I swear I can smell her pussy.
My wolf is right.
She’s my mate.
“Have to find her first, she’s in danger.”
Ivy’s scent, though recent to my senses, is not fresh. A normal human who comes across her car by the roadside wouldn’t smell a thing. She hasn’t been in this seat for a few hours at least, which means she’s somewhere in this forest by herself.
Missing.
New Jersey’s Pine Barrens can be treacherous even on a summer’s day, and it’s a winter’s night.
I get back to my SUV parked behind Ivy’s car, trying to think through the ache in my cock.
A single set of footprints leads into the trees, which I’ll soon follow, but she met someone nasty out here.
Her tires have been slashed, by claws it looks like. The hood was torn open and the engine block ripped out. Who the hell could do that? Another shifter?
The message she left on my phone this afternoon only mentioned her engine stopped working. Ivy didn’t sound in trouble.
Nobody lives in these forests. There’s no dangerous wildlife stalking through the trees in winter . . .
My thoughts begin to muddle. Trying to reason with my wolf stirred up is impossible.
Mark her.
Breed her.
She’s ours.
Heat blooms inside me. The fleece coat I have on feels suffocating and my hot breaths mist like smoke in the night. I run a hand down my face to ease the tension, but it’s no use. When I throw the coat off, my muscles swell.
The more I think of her scent, the more my beast takes over. No woman has ever made me lose control.
I pull out my cock and stroke as I imagine her innocent face, the sweet scent of her pussy that needs to be taken. My balls are boiling. I haven’t jerked off in an eternity and I must be backed up. Cum shoots out in thick ropes, steaming in the fresh snow.
My dick won’t go down. It demands only one thing.
Her.
I fetch the gym bag in my car trunk, take off my clothes and stuff them into the bag, then loop the strap around my shoulder. The bag should hold.
“Let’s find her,” I growl, staring up through the leafless branches at twinkling stars.
A howl leaves me.
I drop forward, letting the beast take over. Bones crunch and muscles swell. My canines extend into fangs, the mass of my body shifting into a hunter built for the wilds.
Once my wolf has emerged, I watch from inside as he sprints into the trees, tracking her lingering scent only we can smell.
The scent of my mate.
CHAPTER TWO
Ivy
White eyes glare at me from the shadows, just out of my fire’s light. A bobcat? Don’t they hibernate in winter? Guess not. I’m not normally jumpy, but when you’re lost in a freaking forest you learn to be jumpy.
I pick up a stick from my campfire, which is the closest thing I have to protection. Point it at the big cat. They don’t eat people, right?
The bobcat prowls forward and hisses. It’s close enough to the fire that I can see its whole body.
Big. More like a cheetah’s.
I wave the stick. “Shoo! Go away!”
It moves closer.
Then I notice another pair of eyes, huge golden ones just to my left.
A massive wolf pounces out of the shadows and the bobcat scampers off.
The wolf pads toward me, leaving tracks in the snow that could fit my whole foot. Its silver fur bristles.
That’s not a regular wolf. No way. On all fours, its head reaches my waist. And is that a bag hanging off its shoulder?
My hands shake so much I drop the stick.
I hear a noise that reminds me of meat and bone being squished together. The wolf starts shrinking, its fur molding back until a man emerges. If I were the kind of girl who faints from stuff, now would be the time to keel over.
Nope. Still standing.
The man rises. He’s no stranger.
“Oh my god! Brandt?”
He really came.
I rub my eyes to be sure I’m not seeing things. I called him after getting lost and left a message before my phone died. So stupid, I told myself. Should’ve called road service or 911.
I didn’t think he’d come.
He’s a full head taller than me. The fire cuts delicious shadows in his abs and chest. Even his legs are chiseled. I notice the huge veined cock between his thighs and stumble back.
Not fainting. Falling.
He catches my body in a heartbeat, moving so fast the next thing I know he’s holding me in a dip.
“Got you, little girl.”
“How . . . how’d you find me?”
“Explain later.” He bares his teeth. “Once you’re warm.”
“I’m not cold!” Not anymore.
My parents told me years ago Brandt wasn’t a normal guy, but I didn’t understand what that meant until now. I’ve known him since forever, seeing him as the daddy I never had in some ways, and in other ways I saw him as . . .
A gorgeous dream.
“You’re safe now, cuddles.”
Cuddles. Only Brandt ever called me cuddles. Old memories flood back, but I push them away when I feel his hard cock.
“Put me down,” I squeak.
He does. Then kneels and opens my jeans, sniffing the front of my panties. There’s an animal behind his eyes. “I could smell you from miles away, Ivy. I could smell this little pussy.”
My stomach grumbles because I hav
en’t eaten since morning, but food is the last thing I want right now.
“Need to taste you,” he says. “Can I do that, baby? Will you let me taste this sweetness? You know what I am now, the wolf inside me. I’m losing control. I need you.”
We stare at each other for a long time, our breaths fogging in the air. I’m soaked down there. The way he glares turns my insides to hot mush and I forget where I am.
“Yes Daddy.” The words leave me like a reflex. Why did I call him that? “Yes,” I say in a louder voice.
Daddy.
That big cock between his legs jerks on its own. His body heat feels hotter than the fire.
Is this really happening?
He peels down my panties. “Mine,” Brandt says over and over.
His tongue drags up my sticky folds.
“Oh god.”
Leaning forward, he suckles my clit until my knees lock out. He peels me open with two fingers, and the rush of cold makes me wince before his mouth presses in again. The tip of his tongue lashes my nub like a whip. I’m dripping and I hear him slurping in my juices.
Those golden eyes flick up. “Still got your cherry.”
Never been with anyone and wasn’t planning to start today. I guess plans change. “Y-Yes.”
“You’re mine.”
I gulp. “Daddy?”
“Yes, cuddles.”
I like how he doesn’t look surprised when I call him that. I like it a lot. “It’s kinda cold out here.”
Brandt’s body heat helps, but my backside is freezing.
He pulls up my panties and jeans, and takes a parka coat out of his bag to wrap me in.
“What about you?” I whisper.
Brandt puts on the rest of his clothes. They don’t look very warm.
“No worries. I’m burning.”
He licks his lips. I can tell he’s trying to control himself—from having his way with me, I guess.
I’m about to explain how I got stranded here.
He puts a finger on my mouth. “Everything will be okay, Ivy. Can you walk? Are you hurt? You seem pale.”
“Um, I’m a little hungry.”
He scoops me up and cradles my body against his broad chest. “I’ll carry you, cuddles.”
Before I can say another word, he’s walking toward the trees. Breaks into a run. I’m a small girl, but I’m not exactly light. Ask me about any diet that came out in the last ten years and I could give you an earful. Brandt holds me like a bag of feathers.
“We’d move faster if you rode my wolf,” he growls, “but it wouldn’t be safe for you. Not with him ready to mate.”
“M-Mate?”
“Mate. But you will ride me, little girl. And soon.”
I feel a clench between my thighs and hang on to his heaving shoulders. We dart through the trees, his breathing steady. I never thought being carried through a dark forest could be such a turn-on.
CHAPTER THREE
Brandt
Ivy is my mate. No question.
My wolf wants to mark her right now.
No.
Even though he’s a part of me, I won’t let him bite my girl. I’m a shifter, but I’m a man first. The alpha of this duo.
He can howl all he wants. I’m not letting him out.
With the scent of her hair in my nose, I struggle to contain him. That hairy bastard wants me to put her on the ground and claim what’s mine like a savage beast.
Claim.
Mate.
Yes—but only once she’s safe.
My feet move faster.
There’s the nagging question of why she’s out here all alone, but that can wait. I saw a hotel about ten miles south, one of those quaint country inns, not far from Route 539. That’s where we’ll go.
Ten minutes later we reach the road where I left my SUV and her damaged car. Ivy gasps at the slashed tires, her destroyed hood.
“Oh my god.”
“It wasn’t like that when you left it?”
“No! The engine died that’s all. It wasn’t torn up or anything. How am I gonna get to work tomorrow? I needed that car. How am I gonna pay for—”
“Ivy!” I put her in the passenger side of my BMW. “You’ll never have to work another day in your life. In fact, I forbid it. I’m taking care of you.” My wolf growls in agreement. “You belong to me.”
“I . . . do?”
“Yes. Why’d you leave your car?”
“Um, I stepped out for a second after the engine died. It was getting dark, you know? Then I saw this animal in the trees. Big, really big. It had horns.” She laughs nervously. “Ever heard of the Jersey Devil?”
“No.”
“Well, it’s supposed to be a monster that haunts the Pine Barrens. A local legend.”
“Legend?”
“Yeah. Kinda like Bigfoot.”
“No such thing.”
“Says the wolf shifter.” She sighs. “My eyes were playing tricks on me and I got spooked. I ran into the forest.”
“Your car didn’t get spooked. Whatever you saw tore it apart.”
“Maybe a bear? I could be mistaken about the horns, didn’t get a good look to be honest.”
“We’ll figure it out later.”
I get in the driver’s side, turn on the engine, and put the heaters to max.
Being a shifter, I’ve seen some strange shit in my time. There are plenty of oddities in this world, and in the hidden world unseen by most people.
I don’t know what Ivy saw, but any monster in existence that lays a claw on my girl won’t exist much longer.
“Thanks for finding me, Brandt.”
My cock twitches when she says my name, and I tip her chin up. “Call me what you did in the forest.”
“You mean . . .”
“Yes.”
“Daddy,” she whispers.
I kiss her mouth and rub her hands in mine. “Get used to saying that, Ivy. Get used to it because I’ll take care of you like a daddy, and fuck you like Daddy.”
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THE HOTEL’S SMALL PARKING LOT has a sign that reads Crystal Lake Lodge. Inside the lobby there’s a roaring fireplace and a bear head mounted on the far wall. I know a few bear shifters who’d go berserk at that sight.
My wolf doesn’t care. His attention is fixed on Ivy walking at my side.
Our mate.
“Cozy place,” she says.
I like it too.
It’s vacant besides the owners, an elderly couple who gives us a long look from behind the front desk. They introduce themselves as Mr. and Mrs. Hotchkin, husband and wife wearing matching Christmas sweaters.
“We don’t get many visitors this time of the year,” Lucy Hotchkin says, leaning on the counter. She looks curious. “Which suite would you like? We’ve got five.”
“Do you live here?” I say.
Hotchkin smirks. Her husband grumbles under his breath.
“Not that it’s any of your business,” she says, “but yes. Robert here always wanted to run a hotel. After we retired he had the bright idea to put all our savings together, sell our house in Long Island, and buy this place. I was foolish enough to agree. Now what can I get you?”
I glance at Ivy before I answer.
I will not make her mine in a place I do not own. I can’t stand the thought of another man sleeping in a bed she’s slept in. What she has touched must belong to me.
“How much is this property worth?” I ask Lucy Hotchkin. “Land and building both.”
She laughs. “We spent eight hundred grand, borrowed another million for renovations. Rob said it’d pay for itself in a year or so—that was five years ago. Now we’re four million in the hole and bleeding money every day. We’d be lucky to get a dozen guests in the best months. But at least it’s warm.”
“Ten million.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’m offering you ten million to take this place off your hands.”
Mrs. Hotchkin laughs louder. “If yo
u had that kind of money you wouldn’t be staying here.”
I make a phone call to Jerry, a lawyer who handles my business transactions. The great thing about Jerry is he gets things done, no matter the hour. I hand the phone to Lucy Hotchkin, and they talk for ten minutes. Her grin fades into a gape.
I hold Ivy close with my throbbing cock in her rear.
Hotchkin returns the phone. “You’re serious,” she says eventually.
“Yes. Is your kitchen open? My girl is hungry.”
Lucy clears her throat. “The chef is out. Can’t afford to keep one year round.”
“No matter. I can cook.”
I get the key to their biggest suite, which is now my suite. I take Ivy upstairs and strip her bare, and I put her in a clawfoot tub in the bathroom that soon steams with hot water.
“Am I dreaming?” she says. “Are you really here?”
“No, and yes.” Leaning over the tub, I kiss each of her nipples and squeeze her luscious tits, the feeling of them going straight to my balls. Just a taste. “Daddy’s going to feed you first.”
“Oh.”
Once she’s nice and warm, I towel her dry, rubbing down to her pussy where I massage the flushed folds. Her face turns bright pink.
“Stop that,” she whispers. “You’re getting me wet again.”
I rub my finger around her slit and taste them. “Gonna get you wetter, little girl. You taste too sweet.”
Lifting Ivy into my arms, I carry her to the big four-post bed and set her down on clean sheets. She’s naked like she should be. My wolf is momentarily appeased by the sight of our mate’s soft curves, the rich scent of her desire floating in my nose.
Ivy has her eyes closed.
I don’t think she even realizes it, but she’s rubbing her clit while I kiss along her inner thighs. Perhaps she needs an orgasm more than food.
Then her stomach rumbles.
“Stay right here,” I growl. “You need a big meal first. I’m not letting your first time happen on an empty stomach.” I smack her pussy. “Don’t touch yourself, wait until Daddy gets back. Your first orgasm will be on my cock.” I nibble her earlobe, precum leaking in my briefs for what’s mine.
“Hey Brandt?”
“Yes?”
