«Big Bad Werewolves» by Marilyn Fae

Growing up in an orphanage means Anna doesn't really have much of an option when it comes to Tertiary education, so when she is offered a summer job with Alpha Werewolves, she leaps at the opportunity that most people would turn their noses up to.

All her life, she's been taught that Alpha Werewolves are terrible beasts who bring death and destruction wherever they go. Yet, all the Alphas want to do when she spends time with them is curl around her and cuddle her. 

Except the Alphas intend to do a lot more than that. They are going to corrupt her, ruin her innocence and take her in every way imaginable.

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“What're you thinking about, puppy?” Alpha Aaron asks, his grip on her tightening. “You're smelling very tempting,” he continues.

Eyes going wide, she sputters. “I— uh. Nothing?” she says.

He chuckles. “Did James and Castle show you some things over the weekend, baby girl? Did they make you feel good?”

She fumbles to get out from his grip, but he is holding tightly.

“Shh… No need to be frightened, baby. We're just talking, right? I won't do anything you don't want me to,” he promises and she stills, trusting him completely.

She's been staying with him for a bit and he's always been respectful and kind, touching only as much as she's comfortable with.

His breath is warm on her neck when he talks, though. “You still smell like a virgin, baby. Did they touch you?”

She nods. “Only a little,” she confesses, cheeks heating up to admit it.

“Did you like it?” he asks, petting her stomach, rubbing it lightly.

She chews on her bottom lip and nods again. “Yes,” she says, feeling a need to say it out loud. She can feel the curve of his lips on her neck, pleased.

“Sweet little thing,” he hums. “Can I touch you too?” he asks, tongue flicking over her ear as his chin rests on her neck.

His question burns into her, like a fire building in her belly spreading outwards onto her every nerve ending, making her come awake and yearn for something she doesn't have the words for. She thinks back to the forbidden video clip she had watched the night before and shifts in his lap, thinking of his thick length inside of her, stretching her open.

“Can I, baby girl? I'll be gentle. I promise,” he hums.

She swallows the lump in her throat and nods weakly, unable to do anything as his hand on her stomach snakes under her shirt. The warm feeling of his palm against her skin makes her breathe in sharply.

“Poor baby,” he hums. “I can feel your heart beating,” he drags his fingers up to her chest and presses his palm between her breasts. “Right here,” he says.