by Marilynn Fae
It's a lovely sight. He wishes he could step out from the shadows and show himself to her, but he knows well enough that he would just frighten her needlessly if he does it.
Chapter Four: Punishment
The man spends so long in the house that Erik begins to worry for her. She is worried too, casting glances towards the house and then around her, afraid of being caught like this, so naked and exposed as she is.
Erik licks his lips. His mouth has gotten dry. He longs to touch. Wants to touch.
Perhaps- perhaps he would offer to pay for her? No. That wouldn't work. The man is possessive. But he had brought it up himself earlier, had he not? If she disobeyed him again, he would punish her with his packmates.
He could make this work in his favor. Alphas are strong, but he has Alphas under his command and their respective packs. He might not be able to beat the man with brute strength, but he has the numbers, the power.
She is still struggling and trying to lift herself up when the man reappears at the door. In his arms, he is holding a large box that makes her eyes widen and her lips part in shock. She quickly shakes the expression from her face and yanks at her hands, wanting to be free.
"Stop that, darling. You're only going to hurt yourself," he says once he's close enough to her to touch. He places the box on the ground in front of her so she can see exactly what he's taking out later. Then, he stands and examines the bindings on her wrists, making sure she hasn't hurt herself in the middle of her struggles. He kisses her fingers when he's done and follows her gaze until they are both looking at the box. "Recognize this, don't you, baby?" he says once he's close enough, placing the box in front of her so she can see exactly what he's taking out of it.
She starts to struggle anew. "No, Daddy. Please," she whimpers.
He seems to soften a little at the sight of her fresh tears, standing up to press a kiss on her forehead. He combs her hair away from her eyes and rubs the space between her cat ears that are swiveled back. "Shh... It'll only hurt a moment, and then you'll feel better, wouldn't you?"
She hiccups and for a second, seem to genuinely be considering his reasoning. "I don't- I don't want to," she whines.
"I know you don't, Baby. But you were bad."
"I wasn't," she argues, puffing a little, and meeting his eyes. At his arched brow, she deflates. "I was- maybe- maybe a little bad," she concedes, head bent, chin kissing her chest. "I'm sorry, Daddy," she whispers.
"I know you are," he says. "But this will make you think twice before you decide to do something so stupid again. Someone could've taken you, darling. Do you know what people do to Shifters as pretty as you, darling?" he asks.
She nods.
"What do they do?" he demands.
"Catch me," she whispers. "Put me in a cage."
"That's right. They keep you in cages, turn you into nothing more than pets. Maybe if you're unlucky, they're even bring you out and fuck you, show you off, make you their breeder. Do you think you'd like that?"
Erik would accuse the man of using blatant fear-mongering tactics if he hadn't been thinking of doing exactly what she had said. He wanted to catch her and lock her up so that he's the only one who can see her. Use her.
The man is right to scare her. She had trusted him intrinsically earlier, letting him get close enough to scent her without even attempting to fight him off. If he had designs to capture her, he would have been able to do it twice over just in one day. Erik understands why he's punishing her for it, even though it seems harsh. She is exceedingly beautiful and only promises to be more so once she reaches full maturity. Shifters like her are considered exotic. Rich and powerful men keep them as glorified pets and throw them into the streets once they're tired of them.
"But-" she stops and chews her bottom lip, knowing better than to argue.
"But what?" he prompts.
"Everyone in town knows me," she whispers. "They won't hurt me."
Even Erik sees the fault in her reasoning. He certainly didn't know her.
"You're too trusting, baby girl," he says. "You've been lucky, for which I'm grateful," he kisses the top of her head again, scratching between her ears. Her tails is lovely and looks exceedingly fluffy now that she is relaxed enough to wave it from side to side behind her. "The world is full of cruel men who would want nothing more than ruin you," he says. "But you're all mine, aren't you, darling?"
"Yes, Daddy," she says. Her smile is incandescent, like the man is her entire world and she's grateful for him even though he's the one who had tied her up and left her naked and exposed like this. "I love you, Daddy," she says, cheeks coloring a pretty pink, eyes averted.
It's a sweet admission, even sweeter than her submission and Erik has never coveted someone else's mate so much in his life before, never wanted someone enough for it to be a physical ache.
The man kisses her, hands around her hips, holding her tight. They seem to kiss forever and when they finally part for air, she is panting for breath.
"Do you remember the rules, darling?" he asks.
She nods and whimpers. "I don't want to, Daddy," she pleads again.
The man's heart must be made of stone. He reaches into the box and retrieves a small cup from it. "You must be thirsty, darling," he says and dips into the cup for a cube of ice. "Open," he says.
She mouths her mouth and lets him dip the too-big ice cube into her pretty little mouth. The way she sucks at it is obscene and he can't look away. The man lets her suck on the ice and then offers his palm so she can spit it out when it's too cold and hurting her teeth. She spits the rest of the cube gingerly onto the palm of his hand and licks around her lips.
"Good girl," he says and circles back around until he is standing behind her. "Do you think you're ready for me now, darling?"
"Daddy?" she cries out in panic, twisting around to try and see him.
"Shh... I want you to stay still," he says, grabbing her round ass and squeezing until she lets out a noise of protest. "Do you want this out, darling?" he asks.
She nods eagerly and he doesn't see the harm in complying, grasping the base of the plug between his fingers and pulling it out with one smooth tug. She gasps, back arching from the sudden release of pressure.
"Now then..." He dips his fingers back into the cup and pinches an ice cube between his fingers. In the next moment, he has the cube pushed up her hole, nestling into heated flesh.
The noise she makes is the sweetest sound of distress Erik has ever had the pleasure of hearing. It starts out as a keening cry, but tapers off into hitching, tortured half-sobs. "Daddy, please. It feels so strange," she whimpers. "I don't like it," she whimpers.
"Shh..." he hums, ignoring her protest as he dips into his glass and does it again and again, fitting one cube after another into her body as she sobs and sobs. He presses his fingers in at the last cube, forcing them to stay inside of her body for a few seconds with his body plastered against her back, mouth kissing the soft skin on her neck.
"Daddy. I don't like it," she whines.
"Breathe slowly for me, baby," he says, placing his palm on her stomach, moving up and up until he is pinching onto her nipple and working it between his forefinger and thumb, rolling the sensitive bud as his mouth trails across the tender flesh of her neck.
"Please, Daddy," she whimpers.
"Please, what, darling? What does my little mate want?" he asks, rolling her nipple between his finger while his free hand continue to pump in and out of her tight heat, opening her up and pushing the ice cubes deeper. "Do you want Daddy's cock inside you?" he asks.
She nods frantically. "Yes, Daddy. Yes, yes."
He chuckles and pulls his fingers from her hole. Ice water drips down the inside of her thighs. Chunks of pale ice cubes drop on the ground.
She barely has a second of relief before he is plunging directly into the young girl, sheathing himself to the hilt.
Her body jerks and she cries out. "It hurts," she whimpers. "It hurts, Daddy."
; He reaches down and rubs her clit while she tosses her head back and cries out. Erik has never experienced the pain and pleasure of being anally penetrated, but he has had lovers who enjoy the juxtaposition, especially when they are being penetrated both in their pussy and their anal hole. "Shh... Daddy'll make you feel good in a second," he promises, holding her tenderly and letting her get used to the stretch.
Erik tightens his grip around his cock and gives himself a few satisfying pumps. He's so close to coming he can feel it in every nerve ending in his body. But he wants to watch, wants them to come together for an inexplicable reason.
Her sobs taper off into hiccuping moans, tears still trickling down her face.
The man's fingers penetrate her pussy, fingering her deep. She begins to thrust back against the bigger man, broken moans and whimpers coming from her lips. He comes with his mouth against her throat, teeth sinking into the nape of her shoulder to leave crescent-moon shapes of his teeth mark against her skin. He comes inside of her the same time she does, the same time Erik hisses through his teeth and spills into his hand, wetting the front of his pants like some sort of teenager instead of a man in his late thirties. The base of his cock swells and he groans. He hasn't knotted anyone for years and now he's growing a knot just from being a voyeur. He feels like a young boy again.
The man slowly draws out of him, both of them groaning slightly. Working efficiently, he slices through the ropes binding her in place with his claws. She collapses against his chest like a puppet with her strings cut.
He tucks her close to his chest, lifting her up so that he is holding her gently. "My lovely little mate," he coos against her ear. "You were supposed to be getting a spanking today," he says.
"Thank you, Daddy," she whispers.
He chuckles. "Pampered little thing," he says, fond. "Perhaps next time. Let's get you inside where it's warm."
Chapter Five: Trap
Erik has never been much for patience. Two days after that encounter, he finds himself in front of the small cabin with a bag of baked goods in one hand. He knocks the door and waits patiently for the duo to come and greet him. He needs to introduce himself to the Alpha of the area. It's only polite.
The sun is only just beginning to set and he has planned this in hopes to catch them during dinnertime and be invited to join them.
To his surprise, Ally is the one who greets him at the door. Her scent fills his nose instantly and he has to brace himself before he does something to scare her off.
She looks timid, but determined as she looks up at him with wide eyes. She is wearing the same dress he had seen her in before, though he can't help but imagine her without, pale, creamy skin exposed and begging to be touched and kissed. Lovely golden eyes blink up at him and she peers behind him, as though expecting someone else.
"Good evening," he greets, straining to hear inside the house. The only sound he hears is the noise of fire crackling in the fireplace. "I'm here to see your Alpha."
She shakes her head. "Dad- Derek isn't here," she says, "Maybe you can come in again tomorrow, or in the evening once he's back from work?" she suggests.
It could not have gone better if he had planned it. He tries not to let his glee show too obviously. "That's unfortunate," he lies through his teeth. "Perhaps you can help me instead?"
She blinks at him as though not understanding the question, and then brightens as she nods. "I can try!" she exclaims eagerly, stepping aside to let him in. She is excited for company, curiosity making her scent caramel sweet as she bounces on the soles of her feet.
It's an adorable sight. He wants to snatch her up and ruin her. "That would be very kind, thank you," he says. "I've brought some food from the bakery that I thought you might enjoy." He offers the bag to her and she smiles brightly at him as she thanks him and disappears into the kitchen, leaving him at the open door with a slight frown.
Her mate, Derek, had been right to be worried about her if she trusts strangers so easily. She does not even know his name and she has let him into the house. He rubs a hand through his hair and hides a smirk. She really is an innocent little darling.
"Do you want tea or coffee?" she calls out from the kitchen. She has the water boiling and is pouring into a pot already. The smooth aroma of tea fills his nose.
"Tea is fine."
"Okay!" she grins, going through the process of letting the leaves seep as she sets up the table with empty cups.
She is very adept at brewing tea, washing the first cycle and only keeping the second batch. She plates the desserts he had gotten from the bakery as they wait for the tea to brew and he sits without prompting, finding himself absolutely mesmerized by the way she moves about, graceful little steps and clever hands.
"Are you new?" she asks once she has everything settled, curiosity brimming in her bright eyes. Her tail is folded around her waist. She finds no need to hide her tail in her own home and he can't help but stare at the fluffy fur. He would very much like to touch. "I've never seen you in town before," she says, pouring a generous serving into his cup before moving to her own. The front of her collar opens, giving him a generous eyeful of her pale neck, brown-black bruises on her shoulder blade and a splash of red at her pulse, vicious teeth marks on her pale skin.
She looks at him expectantly and he realizes she's waiting for him to answer. "I've only arrived a few weeks ago," he says, his cock straining in his pants already. He really wants to bend her over the table and rut into her.
"Oh!" she gasps, delighted. "What's your name? Where did you come from? What's it like there? Do you like it here?"
He chuckles at her enthusiasm and the barrage of questions. "My name is Erik." he introduces himself. "I'm from the mainland. It's very noisy there. A lot of high rise buildings and a lot more people. I find the change of pace pleasant but I only plan to stay a month or two. Perhaps we can stay longer " he says, attempting to answer all her questions at once. If he can find a way to make her his, he would consider staying here longer. He doesn't think she would fit in well in the city. She is too trusting. "I'm a Werewolf," he says at length. "An Alpha as well."
Her lips part in surprise. "I've never met another Alpha before," she says, head tilting a little to the side as she sniffs a little, like she's trying to figure out his scent. It's adorable.
"Other than your father?" he asks deliberately.
"Alpha Derek isn't- he isn't my father," she murmurs, blushing brightly. "He's my- he's my mate," she says.
"Is he now?" he asks, looking as though he's mulling that over in his head. "That's odd then," he says.
She blinks owlishly at him. "What's weird?"
"The villagers seem to think he's your father."
"Oh he's um... he was with Mama, but she cheated on him," she says like it's the most natural thing in the world for a wife to be unfaithful. "We're not related, you see. Alpha's Derek my mate," she says with certainty, a dreamy sort of note in her tone like just the mention of the man is enough to make her delirious with joy.
"Oh!" he fakes shock. "I shouldn't be here, then."
"You shouldn't?" she asks softly, brows furrowed.
He doesn't need to pretend to be disappointed for the next part. "You see, part of the reason for my visit is to ask for you."
"For me?" she asks, her gaze turning frightful as she turns to the window. Her scent sours with worry. Only now is she realizing that she shouldn't have invited him in. "What do you mean?"
"I haven't been able to forget about you since I ran into you in the library," he says. "I wanted to ask for your hand in marriage," he explains quickly, taking mercy in the poor thing.
"You were?" she asks, looking nervous as she stares at him guardedly, as though realizing for the first time that she should not have invited a stranger into her home so easily.
"Yes," he says. "I am a terribly lonely man, you see. I've never fallen in love before until I saw you."
She blushes prettily despite looking worried. "I'm not- maybe you shouldn't
be here? I'm sorry, but I love Derek."
"I suppose I was too late," he sighs. "Could you indulge a sentimental man and let me scent you?"
A smarter person would deny him. It's an intimate thing, scenting. Luckily for him, she doesn't know any better than to deny him. "Okay," she says, smiling shyly as she stands and moves to stand by his side.
He surprises her by curling an arm around her waist and pulling her up to his lap, making her sit on top of his legs. She barely weighs a thing. "You can scent me back too. I'll probably smell different because I'm a Werewolf. You've never scent a Werewolf before, have you?" he asks.
She nods and doesn't even hesitate, burying her nose to the nape of his neck and breathing deep. Such a trusting little thing. He could take her right now, come up with a reason why he needed to fuck her and she would fall for it because she doesn't understand yet that some people aren't to be trusted. He lets her breath in his scent as he rubs her ear, loving the way she trembles in his grasp, and then thrills the way cats would when they're happy. Her cat-like ears are as soft as it looks. He rubs the base and combs up to the tip, repeating it again and again as she shivers in his lap. "You smell weird," she whispers, not bothering to sugarcoat it as others would.
He chuckles. "You smell very nice," he tells her and she blushes brightly.
"Thank you," she says and pushes off him. The sudden disappearance of her weight on his lap is so jarring that he is startled into silence for a good few seconds. "I'm done," she says. After a second, she adds, "Thank you."
She's so sweet and innocent. He thinks he could eat her up. He sighs and nods. "It's good to finally meet you, Ally," he says, extending a hand for her to shake because he isn't yet tired of how good she smells and would like to keep her with him forever.
