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Chapter One Taryn Lorton stood in the moonlight, hands cupping her breasts, body moving anxiously in the cool mountain air. She needed to be fucked and she needed it now. Her alpha padded up beside her in full shifted form, his moist nose nudging her folds. She shivered, barely resisting the urge to move on his snout. That wasn’t done; everyone knew that humans didn’t have sex in different forms. Anyway, she had no interest in her pack alpha. Dougan was a brutish construction worker who ran the pack like an old boys’ club, where he and his friends got the goods and the rest of the shifters in their pack got shafted. And not in a good way! There had been several pack schisms in the last decade and they’d lost all their good men. She stepped back and away from the snout—and its owner—and watched as Dougan began the shift to human. The most graceful of their kind had a certain artistry about it, almost a dance, but Dougan’s shift was as ungraceful as he was. When he stood before her, fully erect, Taryn felt her arousal go away as if someone had flicked a switch. She had no interest in sex with her alpha, and if that meant packing up and leaving this Podunk town, she’d do that. It wasn’t as if leaving was such a rare thing. There had to be another pack that would take her. “I need you,” Dougan said, not quite grunting the words. “Not interested. And Pack Law Article Seven point—“ “I don’t want to fuck you,” he replied, rolling his eyes. Taryn heard a snicker and glanced over his shoulder. As usual, Dougan’s lieutenants—Marquez and Vince—stood shoulder to shoulder, ten or so paces away, eyeing her. Nudity wasn’t rare among packmates, but the way those guys looked at her made her shudder and want to cover up. Where the hell was her dress? “Then what do you need?” Taryn asked, keeping her eyes trained on the three men. She reached behind her, bending at the knees and rooting around in the lush grass before her hand closed around her dress. She pulled it close and shook it out, then wiggled into it, aware that she was giving the men a show, but more focused on covering up than anything else. “The runoff. I’m sending you.” “You’re what?” Dress and former nudity forgotten, Taryn could only gape at her alpha. “You heard me. You’re going to the runoff for Halloween.” “But—“ Taryn stopped herself before she could say any more. This could be her way out. The runoff was a huge event where many from the East Coast packs got together, ate, drank and were merry. Sure, some business was conducted—she’d no doubt be the
pack’s courier—but the majority of the event was socialization of various packs, of advertising and getting the word out. “The economy sucks,” Dougan said, his lips twisting into what could have been a grimace or a snarl. “We need some new opportunities, to get into some of the bigger cities. Baltimore, Philly, Pittsburgh, even New York. Places where construction is starting to come back, Taryn.” “And you think I’m the one to make that happen?” Maybe it would be more business than pleasure. “Well, ya ain’t bad to look at. For someone whose mother was a wh—“ Before Taryn knew what she was doing, she’d raised a hand. Oh my God, I almost hit the alpha! No matter how much an asshole Dougan was, he was pack alpha and she didn’t need to get on his bad side. “My mother was not,” she said, barely controlling her voice. She hated giving him the satisfaction that he’d scored a blow, but she couldn’t stop her emotions from boiling over. “A whore?” Dougan asked, his voice still somewhat indistinct. Taryn felt a shudder rip through her, but she stood her ground. Her mother was dead, long in her grave, and Gary had been exiled fifteen years ago. She knew he’d had nothing to do with her mother’s downfall, but when her mother had been found with five men’s scents on her, Gary had been blamed for not controlling his wife better. It hadn’t mattered that he’d been across the state on business for the former pack alpha, Dougan’s father. He should have controlled his woman, they’d said. After Gary had been exiled, her mother had continued to self destruct, and nobody had been shocked when Taryn’s mother died in a car accident the year later with drugs and alcohol in her system. And at twelve years of age, Taryn had been orphaned. Sure, the pack had cared for her, but it wasn’t the same. Her father had come over to the pack after Vietnam, but had died of chemical-warfare-induced cancer when Taryn had only been eight. Her grandparents were elderly, and had done the best they could until they passed on, but as retirees, they weren’t in a good position to leave the pack and start over. She had understood and appreciated that they’d done everything they could for her. They had cared for and loved her the best they could. Now, Taryn was truly alone in the world. And though she was a member of the pack, Taryn was a lone wolf. She had a great job in the city and many casual non-shifter friends. But the pack as a family didn’t exist for her. It was a nice ideal that was not her reality. “When do you want me to leave?” she asked, locking her feelings away. There would be a day very soon when she’d leave the pack and all the whispered comments and sidelong glances about her mother would end. Her mother was gone, what was the point in tormenting Taryn about it now?
Dougan’s eyes narrowed and he looked her up and down one time before licking his lips. “Saturday. I have you set up to meet with a few of the movers and shakers up and down the Mid Atlantic throughout the weekend. Then on Monday—Halloween—is the runoff ceremony. If you want to do the run, you have to register.” Taryn had never been to a runoff, but she’d heard stories. The meetings ended in a bonfire and celebration on Halloween, the night when mundanes would be most likely to ignore anything paranormal in their midst. Many matches were made during runoff— some purely sexual and others with a deeper meaning. At the very least, she might be able to meet a suitable guy and work off some of her sexual tension. Her battery operated boyfriend wasn’t doing it, and none of these guys in the pack were worthy of her presenting herself to—in wolf or human form. *** Taryn drove to the runoff location, deep in the mountains and far away from any cities. The long journey allowed her to relax, releasing the tension that had been ever present since her confrontation with Dougan. Taryn had known she was barely tolerated by some in the pack, the stain of her mother’s “transgressions” impacting various facets of her life. It would be nice to throw off that mantle and enjoy herself as Taryn Lorton, not Regina Madison’s unfortunate daughter. The runoff was held at a beautiful lodge, completely fenced off and hidden from the mundanes in town. The owners were alphas of one of the New York packs who had made a killing in real estate in the eighties, and were one of the groups Taryn was meeting with to try to drum up business for her small pack. The days passed in a whirlwind of meetings and mild interest from several pack-owned corporations. She’d used every ounce of her charm on the mostly middle-aged austere men, ignoring the fact that her panties got moist every time she met with men in pack leadership roles. They were nothing like the brutish Dougan and his ilk. These were men carrying their packs to greater heights. And Taryn was so drawn to their power… She’d brought along her biggest battery operated boyfriend, a nine-inch monster, flared at the base, and got herself off several times a day. Still, she was in a constant state of need, torn between human needs and animal lusts. She nearly shifted a half dozen times, but barely reined in her instincts and kept her attention on the meetings. But tonight was the runoff, time to let her hair down. The succulent scent of cooking meat wafted toward the cabins and the air was charged with excitement. There had been many smaller meetings and get-togethers in the area, and tonight, all would join together for food, drink and frolicking. Or fornicating.
Hey, whatever worked. Taryn looked over the schedule of events that had been helpfully provided. They’d start the night in shifted form. Then, when the food was cooked and ready to be served, they’d change back to human form and eat and drink together. Clothes were optional. By ten pm, they’d all begin the run, a celebration of their wolfhood. Though the agenda didn’t spell it out, Taryn knew it would end in a frenzy of sexual lust, of animal need. She glanced over at the rules, smiling faintly at the list of participating alphas. Most of the major packs were represented, and though she didn’t know all of the alphas—either by name or reputation—she trusted that those in charge would make sure everything ran smoothly. The rules were fairly self-explanatory. All runoff participants had to be registered and over twenty-one. No eating in wolf form—it was very impolite. Sex was encouraged in either form, but each of the partners had to be in the same form while they were fucking. Wolf to wolf sex and human to human sex was encouraged, but there would be no wolf to human sex at the runoff. Condoms would be provided, though STDs weren’t an issue for the werewolf population. Taryn put the piece of paper down and eyed her reflection critically. While her first impression would be in wolf form, she wanted to make sure her human form was just as attractive. She was a beautiful wolf and she knew it—golden brown fur and startling aqua eyes, a compact muscled body and a very bushy tail. And in human form, she wasn’t exactly hard to look at. Long dark blonde hair streaked lighter by the sun—no need for chemicals here! Taryn knew her eyes—aqua and deepset—were one of her best features. Her skin was lightly tanned, from actual exposure to the sunlight, rather than from a bottle or tanning machine. And though she was lushly curvy, men seemed to enjoy her 36 double Ds and gently rounded hips. Taryn gathered her hair at the nape of her neck, trying one clip and then another before deciding to let it flow down her back. She dusted makeup lightly over her face, knowing that an overdone mask would turn off potential suitors. Werewolves tended to like their women natural, and the overly tweezed, Botoxed, or god forbid, plastic-surgery enhanced, tended to be viewed with male distain. Satisfied with her makeup, Taryn checked herself out in the mirror of her room, twisting one way and then another. The deep greens and blues of her dress highlighted her eyes and made her skin extra luminous. The dress was attractive, but not particularly glamorous. They would, after all, be running in the heavily wooded areas. Why should she get back into a designer dress or fuck-me boots when she’d likely be wet from a cleansing dip in the lake or a freeing run in the forest? Now that she was pleased with her appearance and the way the dress hugged her breasts and flared out at her hips, she removed her clothing, putting it in a small bag and leaving her door slightly ajar. She dropped to her hands and knees, calling forth her wolf. The transformation was easy, seamless, and after a few seconds where the air all around her
shimmered, Taryn took her wolf form. She’d been doing this since she was an infant, and now it was literally and figuratively second nature to her. She breathed in deep, the rich scent of the earth and the cleansing mountain air calming and centering her. Whatever awaited, she was ready. Grasping the bag lightly in her powerful jaws, Taryn walked to the door and nosed it open with her muzzle. She trotted down the hall and out the door, changing from a stroll to a loping run. There were other wolves in a clearing maybe two hundred yards away, and she yipped around the reinforced straps of her bag, elation filling her. As Taryn approached the milling wolves, she dropped her bag, slowing to a walk, her movements wary. It was a necessary evil and one drilled into her. Packs weren’t exactly welcoming and there were unwritten laws and situations she didn’t want to cross. She circled the crowd slowly, watching them. Several heads turned to watch her as well, one or two powerful male wolves showing all the earmarks of interest. A little shiver ran through her and she felt her body relaxing, her gait becoming more confident and sure. This would go just fine. Maybe she’d get laid, maybe she wouldn’t, but she would definitely have a great night. Taryn worked her way into the crowd, appraising one wolf and then another. While there were some couples there, even more wolves were on their own, more males than females. The numbers would favor her then. She stood near a small group, flicking her tail idly. Her body was preparing itself, her folds swelling and moistening, and she could almost feel the sensation of being locked with another wolf, his knot joining them, her body clutching him and holding him deep. Taryn felt something brush the edges of her mind and she turned her head, scanning the crowd. While telepathy wasn’t unheard of for shifters, it wasn’t necessarily an everyday occurrence either. She forced her body to stay relaxed and open. Hello, beautiful. The caress brushed her mind and she shivered, a jolt of electricity running through her body. She flexed her paws, digging into the soft dirt and allowing the earthy scent to rush over her. He was moving up on her left flank, slowly, not aggressively, projecting reassurance that washed over her. Hello, she replied, turning to watch him approach. He was magnificent—gray fur of various shades right through from silver to charcoal, knowing dark blue eyes, a powerful body, yet a graceful walk. He was confident and sure, and solid and real. You’re beautiful. From another shifter, it might have been cheesy, but there was something in his delivery, something she couldn’t quantify via mental chat, that relaxed her further. Kaine, he said by way of an introduction, the warmth of his mental speak brushing against her mind in a very comforting way. From New England.
Kaine from New England? She paused, trying to place the name, the hum thrumming inside her a distraction. She had no idea who this wolf was—but her body didn’t care. It wanted Kaine. He watched her patiently, something in his eyes making her want to jump, run, tussle with him. And present her neck and pussy to him. If she’d been in human form, she knew her cunt juices would be running down her legs. As it was, her scent rose up and his nose twitched before he let out a low, satisfied growl. Before Taryn knew what she was doing, she’d lowered herself to the ground, her hindquarters in the air, her swollen cunt straining upward. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be! She was here for a flirtation, not a mating! As Taryn mentally ran through all the mating courtships, she realized she was giving him what he probably wanted the most. Her submission. Very nice. But I’ll have your name before I’ll claim your cunt. Do you understand that I am claiming you. Not just for one night. Lorton! She didn’t even think of giving her first name, just burst out a word that she hoped he understood. His entire body stiffened for a second and she wondered what had caused that. She’d taken her maternal grandmother’s maiden name, to distance herself minutely from the scandal of her mother’s death. There was absolutely no way an alpha from a New England pack could know that much of the goings-on this far outside his scope of influence. Lorton, it is very good to meet you. Run with me after dinner. For now… I’ll have your answer to my last question. Shock warred with sexual need, both tearing through Taryn. The mating was usually a more formal affair, asked in human form. Then again, many shifers couldn’t talk mentally. He could, she could and for one, she wanted to take a leap of faith. Claim me, Kaine, with all that entails. Taryn knew what he was doing before he even stepped up behind her, but the shock of his thick cock settling into her made her yip. She pressed upward, flicking her tail, meeting him with every thrust. When he settled in with almost a human cry of satisfaction, her body bucked to meet him, paws sinking into the earth, arching her neck so that he could hold on. She allowed her eyes to close, and as soon as they did, he began bombarding her with erotic images, both indistinct and so sharp they hurt. She couldn’t see his face—or hers for that matter—but as the images flooded her mind, their telepathic bond wide open, she felt himself swelling inside her. And as he locked them together, her body convulsing around him, one word resonated in her mind. Mate.
*** Gary Kaine had no idea how this had spiraled so quickly out of control. He’d come to the runoff to get some satisfaction, to get laid and burn his energy off. But all that had changed when he’d spotted the beautiful golden wolf patrolling the area. She seemed familiar to him, even though he’d have known if he’d met her before. It wasn’t as if he had a list of the runoff participants, and there was no way their paths should have crossed. If he wasn’t mistaken, she was from Virginia or Maryland, the softer tones of her mental voice projecting much as an accent would have in human form. He remembered that accent, recalled speaking in it a lifetime ago. But there had been something about her that had taken hold of him. Maybe it was the way she’d read his mental signals with such ease. Or maybe it was how she resonated with him. There was something about her that he connected with on some deep level. It could have been the way she’d presented herself to him and arched her neck in the submissive way his kind did when they mated. Or the way she agreed to his proposal before she’d even seen his human form. Or just the way they connected. Animal attraction. Gary closed his eyes, resting his muzzle against hers. She’d come expertly around his cock and they were locked together tightly. If she could relax enough, they might be able to doze until he softened. Not that he thought he could turn his mind off. What the hell had he been thinking, mating with a complete stranger. Sex was fine—sex was uncomplicated. In human or wolf form, he could walk away. But wolves mated for life, with a complicated set of mating rules. He and she had performed as if they’d done the dance many times before. When Gary had only done it once. The loss of Regina still hurt, even though he’d found and destroyed the mundanes who had taken her. He’d been so young—hell, they both had been—and she’d had little Taryn to take care of. Why she’d begun to walk on the wild side was a mystery to Gary. He’d thought she’d been happy, that they’d had a strong marriage. But the outside world and the city had always fascinated her. The lure of alcohol and drugs had been too much, and when the mundanes took what they wanted from Regina, it had all gone to hell. Gary had been exiled, though he knew it was just a matter of time. He’d been too smart, too sharp and had too much untapped potential for the alpha—Hugh. His son Dougan was next alpha and Gary had represented a threat. Something to be rid of. He hadn’t even been able to take Taryn with him. Now, he had a new life, and had worked his way up the ranks of his pack to alpha. Sixhundred shifters relied on him and trusted him. How would they feel about him taking a mate? A new mate, one who he knew nothing about. Sure, she was gorgeous in wolf
form, but did that translate to her human looks? How old was she, what was her personality? Was she ready to mate? So many questions swirled around in his head. Finally, Gary just gave up and closed his eyes, riding the storm out until he softened. All around him, excited and horny wolves claimed willing partners. He was willing to bet none of them had just locked themselves into forever with a stranger.
Chapter Two Gary came to awareness as his cock started softening, the knot receding. He leaned in to nuzzle his new mate and found her watching him, her eyes flickering over his face. What is it? We mated. She replied. There were no histrionics or excess emotion in her words. At least it appeared that she was free to mate him. There were loopholes they could take advantage of, but it would be looked negatively on by the pack, and Gary wouldn’t do that unless she insisted. They’d meet with the council later—or even tomorrow—who would ascertain if it was to be an uncontested match, and if they were both committed to it under free will and pack law. He didn’t sense any hesitation from her, any indication that she was horrified by the mating. They’d just have to see how things worked out after the fact. We did, he replied. Now what? He swiped his tongue over her snout and stood slowly, his cock dislodging itself. She whined once, twice, but stood along with him, her shoulder nudging his. Now we clean off and shift. And I get to know my mate. He led the way to a small lake where a few other wolves—and several humans—were bathing. The water was cool and he rinsed off quickly, eager to get to his clothes. The late October evening brought a chill with it, the promise of cold winter nights. An image of this woman—indistinct and yet beautiful—ran through his mind. They were curled up in his bed, a fire roaring, his hands gliding over generous curves. She made a pleased sound at that and Gary splashed her playfully. As much as he wanted to enjoy his time in the water with her, he wanted to get to know this woman better. As it was, all he knew was her name was Lorton and that she was over eighteen. Race, looks, economic profile were all a mystery to him. She had to have some standing in her pack or she wouldn’t have been sent along. The information wasn’t enough and he bolted out of the water, shaking himself off and demanding that she join him. They padded toward the bags and he tugged his garment bag off a low hanging branch with his teeth. He watched as she found hers and then ducked behind a broad tree to shift. Shifting for one’s mate for the first time was an intimate and private affair, and she clearly didn’t want to do it out in the open where anyone could see. He appreciated that. She had been raised well, he could tell. Gary sheltered himself behind a bush and took care of his own shift. When he was done, he smoothed down his hair, pulling clothes out of his bag. Most shifters would eat in casual clothes—if any at all—but as one of the strongest alphas in the region, Gary
wanted to dress—and dress well. He shook out a blue designer dress shirt and made sure his suit pants weren’t wrinkled. The shoes and socks were fine. He dressed quickly leaving two buttons undone at the throat. Though he didn’t have a mirror, Gary knew he looked put together and professional, a strong alpha in human form as well as animal. Satisfied with his appearance, he stepped out from the bushes, ready to meet his mate. *** Taryn stared at the bushes, trying to figure out where the man was in his shifting process. She could see a dark head and instinct features now that she was back in human form. It was always a shock to the system when her senses went back to normal human rather that the hyper sensitivity of her wolfen senses. When the man stepped out, she caught her breath. He was gorgeous. Dark salt and pepper hair mimicked the color of his wolfen fur. His features were angular and just this side of sharp, creating a handsome face, almost boyishly so, though he had to be over forty. He was lean, but muscular, exuding a strength that drew her in. There was something incredibly familiar about him, but she couldn’t put her finger on what that was. She let her eyes skim over his slightly quirked lips and the flash of white teeth, down over his collar and the silver-gray hairs peeping out there. An enticing glimpse of tanned chest was hidden by a designer shirt that hung on him as if it had been custom made. Long legs were encased in dress pants that screamed “designer” as well. He was gorgeous, and by pack law, he was hers. Or she was his, it didn’t particularly matter. He was looking her up and down as well, and there was something in his expression that made her pussy clench. He crossed the distance between them, long legs eating up the gap. Authority and leadership poured off him and she shivered, her nipples contracting to hard, aching points. Something hovered in the back of her mind, but Taryn couldn’t quite figure out what it was. She took a step closer, closing the last few feet between them, tipping her head up and pressing herself into his arms. His mouth crashed down on hers and he kissed her deeply, tongue thrusting into her mouth as if he owned it. As if he owned her. She supposed he was already starting the ownership process, if this kiss was anything to go by. Taryn made a sound deep in her throat, pressing her body against his, breasts molding to the muscular planes of his chest. He was five or six inches taller than her, but she stretched and he bent and they fit perfectly together, his hips beginning to move against hers, the hard ridge of his cock pressing urgently against the hollow of her belly. Her pussy flooded, sticky liquid beginning to seep out her swollen lips. God, I want you! Taryn hadn’t realized she’d called out to him until he chuckled, pulling back and looking down at her. “We can do this verbally now, Lorton.”
Lorton? Taryn blinked a few times, laughing lightly. There was something about his voice that started danger signs flashing out all over her psyche and she stepped back. He tightened his arms for a second and then let them fall away, eyes boring into hers. There was something so familiar about them… “Lorton is my last name,” she explained, trying to calm her nerves. Her heart started hammering and a cold sweat started taking her over. “I…my name is Taryn. Taryn Lorton.” He looked at her as if she’d kicked his pup. Or worse. All the color drained out of his face and he stumbled back a couple of steps. He started to extend a hand and then stopped. It hovered in the air for a moment, and then he lowered it. “You look as if you’ve seen a ghost,” she said, trying to keep her voice level. Something had happened, something was really screwed up here, and she had no idea what she’d done or how she could fix it. “Taryn.” She’d never heard that kind of pain in a man’s voice before. And then something inside, some mental block she was fighting, clicked and she could only stare at him in shock. “Daddy?” Oh god! Taryn hadn’t…had she? Her mouth flew up to her mouth and she stared at him, her knees shaking. Hell, her whole body shook. She knew that voice—she knew that man! She hadn’t seen him in fifteen years, and he looked as different as she expected she did. But it was him, her stepfather. The man who had been exiled from the pack after the attack on her mother. He moved closer, hugging her tight, his trembles magnifying hers, that damn hard cock of his still pressing against her. Oh God help her, it felt so good. She shivered again, another wrenching all-over body tremble. “Daddy?” “Right here,” he whispered against her temple, mouth moving over the soft skin there. She couldn’t even process all of this. Her stepfather—her Daddy— was alive and doing okay and had prospered. He was a man who’d had a lot of successes and… Oh, God, he was still hard against her. And god help her, she wanted him. He seemed to sense her struggle and began stroking his large hands up and down her back. Incest was forbidden among pack mates, but she’d heard of stepsiblings becoming mated, and while it wasn’t common, occasionally former stepparents and children got together, either on a casual, sex-only level or more seriously as mates.
“It’s okay, Taryn. We’ll figure this out. Together.” She pushed back far enough to stare into his eyes, her own sweeping over his features. He didn’t look like her Daddy any more, but now that she realized who he was, she could see the much younger man he’d been, the puppy fat around the cheeks, chin and jaw giving way to long, lean lines. He’d lost at least thirty pounds, taking his body from mildly pudgy to the finely honed lines of a man who could fight for his pack. His dark brown wavy hair had straightened and grayed and his eyes seemed to have darkened from sea blue to a shade just off midnight. The Daddy she knew, the man she’d come to for comfort as a young child, was still there, but this man was so much more. “Together,” she replied, her voice shaking. Her hand came up to cup his cheek, the faint rasp of his stubble underneath, and before she worked out what she was doing, she’d pulled his head close and was kissing him again. Daddy’s hands tightened on her waist and then he made a sound of pure male need, fingers digging into her hips. He wasn’t going to let her own or command this kiss; he owned her responses and wasn’t afraid to show it. And Taryn needed him inside her again, damn the consequences. He was her mate. She wrenched her mouth away, panting, trying desperately to pull breath in, and stared into his face, at once familiar and so foreign to her. *** Gary was shaking as much as she was. He could never have imagined Taryn had grown into this gorgeous woman, blonde hair, lush curves and breasts that demanded to be licked and sucked. His cock gave a jerk at that and he tried not to react, to let her know just how much she was getting to him. But he knew she could feel it, a sultry little smile chasing across her features before she turned serious again. When he’d left her, she had been a mousy-haired eleven year old, all arms and legs, slight overbite, the only arresting feature her aqua eyes. Now…oh they’d both changed. She’d developed into a hell of a woman. The ghost of her mother was there in the way she angled her head. But otherwise, he never would have seen her mother in her. And that was a blessing. It made his need for her that little bit less complicated. He brushed his hands through her soft hair, trying to measure her expression, comfort level, even her need. He kept himself out of her head. It would be a violation for him to break into that most intimate part of her right now. “I want you, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice soft and vulnerable, but threaded through with a sound of pure steel. This was a self-assured woman in her mid twenties, no little girl to be coddled or protected.
Gary pressed a kiss against her temple, feeling anything but fatherly toward her. He wanted her just as badly, but they had to be sure. He had to be sure. “You know this isn’t the done thing.” “It isn’t against pack law,” she replied in a rush. “You know and I know that we’re bonded. Up here, Daddy.” She tapped her head, and then brushed a hand over her chest, skimming it lower. “And here.” He had been trying to ignore that, but she was right. They had bonded, mated. The rightness of this shocked him and made him ache even harder. “People might—“ “People will always talk,” she replied sharply, stiffening in his arms, her upper body pulling away. He pulled her close again, trying to relax her, his arms winding tightly around her. “I just want you to be prepared for the raised eyebrows.” “I don’t care. You’re high up in your pack?” she asked, her angry tone fading to a more gentle one. “Alpha.” He quirked an eyebrow and fought to keep the smile off his face. “Alpha?” she repeated, her jaw falling slightly open. God, he wanted to ram his dick between her lips and feel her drink his cum right down. “Alpha,” he confirmed, trying to ignore the need throbbing in his dress pants, thankful that he had left the boxers off. It was uncomfortable, but it would have been a hell of a lot more so if his dick or balls were constrained by underwear. “A lot has changed,” she remarked, and he sensed she needed some time to adjust to all of this. He let her go, stepping back and offering her his hand. “Let’s eat and discuss the changes in our life. I’d love to…” He let the thought hang in the air between them for a few moments. “But I need to make an appearance at the feast, even if we skip the runoff.” “I understand,” she said. Her cheeks were a beautiful pink and her respirations were coming faster. She was just as hot and bothered as he was. “Good things come to those who wait, sweetheart,” he whispered, his breath ghosting over her cheek. “I know, Daddy.” Gary could feel himself wincing as his cock jerked. He was enjoying this part of their relationship way too much. Dinner passed quickly despite the sizzling sexual tension between them. Gary ate efficiently, trying not to rush things too much. One thing maturity had taught him was that the burn of sexual tension could be ridden out to a hotter climax. As they ate, various alphas stopped to say hello, and Gary observed Taryn’s interest and capability in taking a leadership role at his side. She made more than adequate small talk with the various
leaders of the packs and they all seemed to defer to her as his new mate. There would be hoops to jump through in order to make it all official, but this was a good sign. As soon as polite, Gary excused them both and strode over to get their now-empty bags. Taryn hurried after him, her movements graceful, the scent of her lingering in the air between them, the promise forcing his lust higher. His cock throbbed and ached, the sensitive head rubbing against the fabric of his dress pants and moistening it. He reached down, allowing himself a quick squeeze. He led the way as they went to his Mercedes, then drove to his quarters in a distant area of the compound. The alphas had all been given secluded cabins, and Gary was thankful for the privacy. “I didn’t recognize you,” Taryn said as he inserted his key in the electronic lock. “You changed so much. You even changed your last name.” “Had to,” he admitted. She had changed hers as well. “Why?” “The pack blamed me for… It.” He finally gave “it” a name for her, the thing standing between them, the thing that had to be addressed before they moved on. “They were insecure assholes, Daddy.” She bit her lip, shaking her head. “Gary. It doesn’t feel right calling you Daddy right now. If you don’t mind, I’d like to…later.” “Don’t mind,” he admitted over the rush of blood centering in his aching groin. “They wanted you gone because you threatened them,” she continued. “Mom had a lot of problems with the mundanes and they pulled her into some bad stuff. You didn’t know and you couldn’t have stopped them.” “I know,” he admitted. Something inside him that had been broken healed when she said that. “I’m so sorry I didn’t help you.” “You were exiled,” she said softly. “You couldn’t have taken me along. I’m just so glad you’re okay. I wondered. I even asked Grandpa to check on you.” “He did. We met once, when he was visiting New York City. You were about thirteen then and he told me you were doing well. He also told me that she died.” “It was the drugs that caused her downfall and her death, even though everyone claimed it was the heartbreak. After the exiled you, and shunned her, she turned to her friends more and more.” “I know. I’m so sorry things turned out that way.” “Me too.”
Taryn snuggled in, resting her head against his chest, and Gary just held her. This was an essential part of their healing process and he knew that they couldn’t move on until they dealt with it. *** Taryn knew the exact moment when their embrace went from comforting to something more. Gary’s—Daddy’s—arms tightened around her, his cock making its presence known. Her eyes had drifted shut as they’d swayed with each other, but now they snapped open and all her senses came to higher awareness. His light cologne, woodsy and tangy, teased her nose, the silvery chest hairs tickling her chin. His musky scent hung between them and she could smell the sharpness of her own arousal rising in the air. “Daddy?” she said, her voice quavering. “Taryn,” he echoed. His own voice was gentle and soothing, pouring over her and caressing her from head to toe. “Take me, please. In human form. Claim me this way as well.” Though the entreaty was direct, his reaction was anything but. His body shivered and he bucked a little bit, pressing his cock against her stomach. But that wasn’t enough, she needed more. “Take me, Daddy.” Maybe it was the way she said it, or the emphasis on “take,” but he wasted no time, his mouth sealing to hers, those strong arms crushing her against him. She ground her belly against his cock and then allowed him to press her higher, his fingers digging into the curve of flesh where her back flared out to her ass. God, he felt good! “Daddy,” she gasped, her word swallowed his commanding kisses. His tongue settled between her teeth as if it belonged there, thrusting in and out of her mouth, fucking her mouth as she imagined he was dying to fuck her cunt, from the hard presence of his cock in his dress pants. Taryn clutched at his shoulders, her head falling back. Her breasts were pressed against him, nipples swollen and aching, her juices freely collecting between her legs. Dinner had been extended foreplay and she wanted more. She needed her mate. Pictures started forming in her head, of her tied to a bed, him fucking her, of her doing it wolf style on hands and knees, of him sinking in to the root behind her. Of her screaming “Daddy” instead of his name as he plunged in and out of her. “Bed, please!” she begged, rubbing against him like a wolf in need of a mating.
“No.” His voice was much more in control than hers was, and he nipped the side of her neck—hard. That was going to bruise. But it didn’t matter as she tried to clench on anything she could, her pussy contracting. “Daddy, please!” “Patience, Taryn.” The fact that he was much more calm than her was doing things to her, ratcheting up her need so much higher. “Daddy! I need your cock inside me. Don’t make me cum like this.” He laughed, the bastard actually laughed. In retaliation, she sent him the naughtiest images she could, of them in wolf form while humans watched, of them in a club, of her bound with black cords, her pussy red and open and just fucked. Of her screaming “Daddy” as he took her from behind, a sex toy in her cunt. “Vixen,” he grumbled, and his voice was definitely strained now. Daddy stepped back and looked her up and down, his eyes raking over her dress. His fingers skimmed over her thighs and he pulled it off her, fingers rubbing over her bare pussy and her nipples on the way. Taryn’s legs were shaking and she clenched her fists, desperate to hang on to something. He looked her over carefully, leaning in to lick and scent her neck, his large, capable hands squeezing her breasts. “Beautiful. Touch your cunt for me, Taryn. Present yourself to me.” She wondered what exactly he wanted her to do and then realized, a jolt of need tearing through her. She bent from the waist, reaching behind her to part her wet folds and show him the wet hole that ached for his dick. “Taryn!” He dropped to his knees, licking her once from clit to ass. She knew better than to move her hands, but every fiber of her being wanted to pull his head close and get herself off on his mouth. But she had to remember that he was her alpha and her daddy, and disobeying him wouldn’t be a good thing. At all. “Daddy,” she replied, trying not to whimper. She’d never been interested in combining wolf mating rituals with human, but in this case—laid open for her alpha—she was completely into it. He stood, stepping back and around to her. His face was glistening with her cunt juices and she wanted to kiss and lick them away, but he put up a hand, stopping her. She straightened and watched as he removed his shirt, exposing a strong chest dusted with silver hair, and six-pack abs that really belonged on a guy in his twenties, not a guy in his forties. But Daddy had grown into one hell of a guy!
Taryn sucked her lower lip into her mouth, working it slowly as he took off shoes and socks, placing the socks gently into the shoes. He was a hell of a lot more slow and deliberate than she wanted him to be. The urge to pace, to touch herself, to do anything was almost overwhelming. “Easy,” he whispered, moving close enough to stroke a hand through her hair. When she reached up, intending to stroke his chest, he growled lightly, and she took the hint, dropping her hand. “I need you.” “I need you too, Taryn. It’ll be better for waiting.” His hands moved to his pants and she watched him not only undo his belt, but remove it from his pants and coil it on a chair. Was he going to take forever? “Patience is a virtue, Daddy, and I’m not at all virtuous.” The words should have sounded stupid, but to her ears, they didn’t. It worked on her Daddy, whose lower body jolted. She wondered if she imagined his monster cock throbbing in those pants. He took in a deep breath, holding it for an endless moment where the world seemed to have stilled. Taryn could only watch him as he stood before her, hands resting on his hips, legs splayed wide open, cock hard and ready and trapped by his dress pants. Then the moment was broken and he tore open the fasteners on the pants, letting them slither down. His huge cock bobbed out, the tip streaked white with pre-cum. Taryn groaned and dropped to her knees, licking the eight-inch monster, scraping his pre-cum into her hungry mouth. “Oh god, Daddy. You taste so good.” He let out a strangled sound, hands dropping into her hair, and Taryn took the hint, her tongue cleaning the dark-red head and then dancing down the shaft. She nipped lightly at the bulging veins that stood out against the hot skin and licked the underside, teasing the area where his head and shaft met. Her hands moved to his sac and she rolled his balls lightly. “Go easy,” he urged, and she wondered if she was hurting him. “I need to be inside you.” “Yes, you do,” she agreed with a small laugh. Taryn stood and pulled him by the cock to the bed, a huge king-sized deal with what appeared to be a carved headboard. “Wolfen style, Daddy?’ she asked, sensing she knew that was how he wanted it the first time. He only groaned low as she let him go and positioned herself on all fours in the center of the bed. He moved up behind her, his body covering hers, hips settling against her ass and hands tweaking and flicking her nipples. “Slow later, Daddy. You can seduce me later, but fuck me now.”
He groaned, his cock riding her ass crack. “You like that, don’t you, Daddy? You want to fuck your girl, don’t you? Take me, Daddy. Fuck me. Make me yours.” “Keep talking like that and we’ll be done too soon,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. He licked a path down her throat and bit down on the muscle that connected shoulder and neck. Taryn was awash in sensation, the heat of his body, the smell of his arousal, the way he was surrounding her. “Hurry up and fuck me, Daddy!” He guided his cock down lower, ignoring her asshole and cunt and teasing her clit with the head, brushing it over the little nub again and again. She was desperate to come, but she needed him inside her, she needed something to clench down on as she got off. “Please, Daddy.” “Please what?” his voice had a guttural tone that was turning her on even further. “Fuck me, Daddy. Mark me. Own me. Take me!” Her body moved as much as she could under him, seeking, searching, needing something. And then he plunged in to the root in one thrust and she screamed. He felt as if he was going to tear her apart. The thick hot length of him buried itself inside her and he grabbed her hands, first one and then the other, and made her grasp the headboard. “Hang on, Taryn.” “Please…PLEASE!” He pinched her nipples hard, sucked on her neck, and began to drive himself in and out of her needy cunt. She tightened around him, digging her hands into the wood as the mother of all climaxes hovered around the edge of her vision. Then he started pounding her, balls slamming against her clit with every thrust and Taryn was gone, lost in an explosion of sensation, need, desire. Lost in her daddy. “Take it, Taryn. Take Daddy’s cum,” he said again and again and she felt the hot pulses of his semen branding her from the inside out. She was his in every way that mattered. Taryn lay still as Daddy pulled out, her greedy cunt trying to hold him in. When he brought his cock to her mouth, she cleaned it off with loving strokes, enjoying the taste of both of them. She settled onto the comforter, compliantly letting him clean her off, and then roll her one way and then the other to free the bedding. As he settled in beside her, she tried to read the expression on his face. It was something she’d never seen before, and her stomach twisted a little. Did he regret what they’d done? “Daddy?”
“Everything is fine, Taryn,” he assured, giving her a gentle smile. “Get some sleep. Tomorrow is another day—and a very important one for us. We’ll need to make sure there are no objections to our mating.” “How could there be, Daddy? We’re perfect together.” “We are.” The End
About the author Alix Storm. Ride the erotic storm. Fire and ice, the heat and cold, cold burn of passion. Alix is drawn to passion and overwhelming need. She’s a lover of lust and desire and greets every day with a saucy wink and swing of her hips. And if you’re lucky you may get the curve of a breast, too. Alix is both a voracious reader and writer who is drawn to sexy men of all ages. Her stories ignore most conventional taboos, so be warned, or titillated. Strap in and enjoy the ride! Alix certainly will! You can reach her at
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