Daddy's Little Wolf
Chapter 1
Freya's POV
"That's it, good girl…spread those pretty legs wider for Daddy. Let me see how soaked that needy little cunt already is.”
The silk blindfold is tight over my eyes, turning the world black. My wrists are bound above my head with cuffs hooked to the headboard.
I can't see the dangerously magnetic stranger I met at the exclusive club, but every inch of my body feels him.
My father's words from earlier tonight still replays in my head.
“You will get engaged to the Alpha prince of Stormfang pack tomorrow. The Logan and Cross packs have been at each other's throats for decades.”
“Papa…”
“This alliance will bring peace and merge our territories stronger against the enemies. Your dreams of becoming a doctor, all of it ends now, Freya. You're the Alpha's daughter. Your duty is to the pack.”
He hadn't even looked at me when I screamed at him. My mother and sisters stayed silent in the corners, eyes weary.
Greedy, power hungry bastard. He'd sell me to our rival pack without blinking if it strengthened his position.
Rage had sent me storming out of the pack house the second everyone retired to bed. I ditched into the shortest black dress I owned and drove to the neutral territory club where wolves from different packs mingled.
I kept throwing the shots till the anger died inside me. Then a tall, broad shouldered, dark hair threaded with silver, approached.
I'd never seen him around here before.
We didn't exchange much contact before he pulled me into VIP, bought me another drink, and when I pressed against him on the dance floor, he growled in my ear, “You need someone to take control tonight, don't you, little wolf?”
Now I'm here–bound and dripping for a man whose scent alone makes my wolf whine with submission.
His thick fingers slide through my thick folds, two fingers pushing deep inside me. I cry out, hips jerking.
“f**k, you're tight,” he growls, curling them hard against my g-spot. “Gripping me like you were born to take these fingers.”
“Please–” I gasp.
A sudden smack lands on my inner thigh, the sting blooming hot. “Beg properly, little wolf.”
“Please…Daddy…fuck me. I need it so bad.”
He chuckles, dark and filthy. His mouth closes over my n****e, sucking hard while his fingers pump faster.
He does it mercilessly. I'm sobbing, then pulling away to spank my swollen p***y until tears leak from under the blindfold.
“Not yet. Good girls earn their orgasms, don't they?”
I nod without hesitation.
When he finally frees his massive c**k and slams into me in one brutal thrust, I scream. He's huge, stretching me wide. This thing shouldn't be near anyone!
But the blindfold makes every sensation pleasurable as the wet slap of skins echoes in the air.
He f***s me through the first organism, praising me relentlessly. “That’s my good girl. Coming so hard for Daddy's c**k. Such a perfect little slut for me.”
He flips me onto the stomach, yanks my hips up, and takes me from behind while pulling my hair. Then on my side. Round after round. I ride him until my thighs shake.
He chokes me lightly while pounding up into me, whispering. “You're doing so well, little wolf. Taking every inch like the good girl you are.”
I lose count of the rounds and then he comes deep inside me the first three times, flooding me with hot seed. Thank goodness I'm on the pill tonight.
At the fourth round, he pulls out to paint my t**s and make me lick him clean. The fifth is slow and deep while he rubs my c**t until I squirt all over his c**k.
The sixth…I'm barely conscious, my body trembling.
Near dawn he finally unties me, removes the blindfold and pulls me against his chest. His fingers stroke my hair almost tenderly. “You were incredible, little wolf. Rest now.”
I wake up alone in the tangled sheets, my body screaming in protest. My p***y is terribly sore and swollen. Every tiny movement I make sends a stinging throb through my core.
My thighs ache. Six brutal rounds. How the hell does a man have that kind of stamina? What kind of wolf is he?
I wince as I sit up, feeling the sticky mess of him leaking down my thighs. He's not even there when I wake. Well, it's none of my concern, right? I wanted this.
Right then, panic hits me hard. The engagement lunch at the Cross pack estate is in a few hours and I haven't gotten back home. I can barely walk straight.
I shower quickly, but the hot water only makes the ache worse. Sneaking back into the pack house, I change into a new dress that hides the faint bite marks and hickeys on my neck and slip out again, before anyone notices.
I drive straight to a discreet clinic to check myself. The assigned gynaecologist, a no-nonsense older she-wolf, has me in the stirrups within minutes when I tell her the issue.
She examines me carefully, her glove fingers gentle but thorough. I bite my lip hard when she presses on the swollen area.
“Signifant bruising.” her brow furrows. “Micro tear along the vaginal walls, and cervical swelling. This looks like an extremely vigorous activity. Did your boyfriend get carried away or what?”
Heat floods my cheeks. I stare at nothing in particular, mortified. My father, the Alpha of Crimson Pack, has always been fiercely protective of my sisters and I.
“I…I don't have a boyfriend,” I mumble, my voice barely above a whisper.
She pauses, then lets out a heavy sigh as she peels off her gloves. “Then whoever did this to you is an animal. You need to be more careful, young lady.”
I nearly choke on my saliva, staring up at her. An animal?
Oh, Moon Goddess.
“No s*x for at least the next two weeks minimum. Let it heal properly or you'll risk infection or worse scarring.” she continues.
I lie there dazed, my entire world crumbling down on me.
What the hell have I done?
