Page 4 of Taken By the Wolf Daddy

I hung up the phone, my thoughts fixating on Marie. Over the last couple of years, I had developed a crush on her, and it had grown stronger with time. Her radiant blonde hair and those captivating gray eyes held a beauty that was impossible to ignore. She was undeniably alluring, but I knew deep down she was off-limits.

Marie was more than just a pretty face. She was the daughter of my best friend, and there were unwritten rules about such things. I had watched her grow from a child into a remarkable young woman, and the lines of friendship and attraction had blurred over the years. But I had always kept those feelings in check, knowing that pursuing anything beyond a platonic relationship would be crossing a line.

As I leaned against the wall, lost in my thoughts, I couldn’t help but wonder if there was something more between us, something deeper than friendship. But I also knew that such feelings could complicate everything, and the last thing I wanted was to jeopardize the bonds of trust and camaraderie that had defined our pack. So, I resolved to keep my emotions in check, even if it meant suppressing the longing I felt for Marie.

She was going to be my nanny, anyway. She would be looking after Belle, so we definitely couldn’t cross that line now. Perhaps that was for the best.

But obviously, she didn’t leave my mind completely because as soon as my head hit the pillow, dreams of Marie flooded my mind, allowing me to explore aspects of her body I wouldn’t be able to normally. She was here, and I couldn’t get enough of her.

All of a sudden, Marie was there with desire flashing in her deep grey eyes. She stepped closer to me, our bodies almost touching.

Heat was radiating off my skin, and it made Marie melt into me. I reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, my touch sent shivers down her spine.

“Are you ready for this?” I whispered, my voice low and rough.

Marie nodded, unable to speak. She had never looked more beautiful to me than she did at this moment. I pulled her close, my lips finding hers in a slow, passionate kiss. It felt like fireworks exploding inside my chest, and I knew there was no turning back now.

Our hearts beat as one, our breaths intermingling in the air between us. Marie arched her back, pressing herself against me as if she needed my touch to survive.

Marie her hands over my chest, feeling the warmth of my skin beneath her fingertips as I inhaled her deliciously fruity scent which really set me alight, sending flames of desire racing all over my skin. She moaned softly as I tasted the sweetness of her tongue, the saltiness of her lips. My own mouth opened wider, welcoming her in.

My hands eagerly roamed over her body, tracing patterns along her sides, cupping her breasts through her clothes. She gasped as we both embraced this, despite knowing how wrong it was. Mike was there, in the back of my mind, but I kept him there. I didn’t want him to ruin this magical moment.

My hands moved lower, slipping underneath her skirt to cup her bare bottom. “Do you want this?” I whispered, my voice hoarse with need.

Marie swallowed hard, nodding her head. I could almost feel the desire and need burning in her body. She pressed herself against me, my rock-hard cock pressing against her belly. She arched her back, letting out a soft moan as I pushed her skirt up over her hips. Marie gasped as my hands found their way underneath her panties, stroking her bare skin until she squirmed with pleasure.

“Do you like that?” he whispered, his voice dark and husky.

“Yes,” she murmured, her voice trembling with excitement. My fingers slid lower, teasing her entrance until she cried out in surprise.

My thumb brushed against her clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She rolled her hips against me as the pressure built inside her.

I watched her intently, my eyes fixed on her face as the pleasure crashed into her and she rode out the orgasm. I felt a surge of pride inside me. I had brought her to new heights of pleasure, shown her things she had never even imagined before. I couldn’t wait to see what else I could teach her…

THREE

MARIE

As I stood in the living room of our cozy home, I couldn’t help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Today was the day I had agreed to meet with Jesse to discuss a potential job opportunity as a nanny for his daughter, Belle. My father had been surprised by my decision to take on a second job, but he seemed more intrigued than concerned, and that put my mind at ease. He wasn’t as mad as I thought he might be, which I decided to take as a good sign.

This wasn’t him letting me free, but it was something.

I knew my father well, and I understood his overprotective nature. He always meant well, but his attempts to control my life had often felt suffocating. Taking on this new job, even though it meant a second source of income, was my way of asserting my independence and gaining a taste of freedom. I wasn’t sure if Dad realized that. I didn’t know if he had yet connected the dots and realized that the reason I wanted this second job was because I needed the money to get out.

Hopefully, by the time he realized, I would be out of Wolf Mountain and living my own life. Whatever that might look like.

That was the worst part of all of this. I didn’t even know what I wanted my new life to look like, I just wanted something new. Something different to make me feel more whole.

I adjusted the collar of my blouse, trying to quell the butterflies in my stomach. Jesse had always been kind and respectful, and Belle was an adorable child. It seemed like a perfect fit. A great way for me to make some changes moving forward.

Just as I was about to voice my excitement to my father, the doorbell rang, and Jesse’s familiar voice echoed through the house as he greeted my father. I watched them exchange pleasantries from a distance, their friendship evident, and I couldn’t help but smile. Jesse had been there for my father through a lot, including my mother leaving. I knew it was a friendship that had stood the test of time, which was exactly why I never wanted to get in the middle of it.

When they finally entered the living room, Belle burst into the room like a whirlwind, her enthusiasm infectious. “Daddy!”

I chuckled as I watched Jesse scoop her up into his arms, his deep voice filled with affection. “So, my little troublemaker, are you going to say hello?”

My father and I shared a knowing look, both of us well aware of Belle’s penchant for mischief. But it was clear that Jesse adored his daughter, and the bond between them was heartwarming to witness.

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