Paranormal Shifter Universe 2: Improper Thoughts

By Daisy Rose

Nigel knows it's wrong. He sees the young rabbit shifter that his young nephew has been seeing romantically since they were both children and knows that Ari is not meant to be his.

He can't help it. She is always there, looking so perfect in her cute little sundress, so comfortable in his presence that she does not try to hide the rabbit ears from him. His wolf sees the prey shifter and wants to lick up her neck and bite her neck with his fangs, leave his mark on her and make her his own.

He loves his nephew. He won't do anything to hurt him. But she's eighteen now and is sending all the right – wrong – signals. If she wants him too, perhaps his nephew and him could learn to share.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fanciful Erotica
• Release date: Jun 30, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463223734

Daisy Rose

Daisy Rose is a lover of hucow, exhibitionism, domination, taboo erotica and any combination thereof.She particular enjoys placing her main characters in unlikely situations that will excite and arouse her readers to the likes of which have never been experienced before. Follow Daisy's Twitter @DaisyRoseWrites or email her at [e-mail]!In her free time, Daisy experiments with the toys her master brings for her and finds new ways to get away with bending the rules... or get caught and suffer the consequences. It's a win-win either way.

Book preview

This is short story involves an Alpha Werewolf and his experiences with an innocent rabbit shifter.

It also contains scenes with domination and submission, size difference, lactation/milking, pet play, knotting, double penetration (MFM), and rough sex.

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The silence seems to drag on forever.

He wonders if he has pushed her too far already, if he has misread her intentions or thought her to be kinkier than she is. Perhaps she is all vanilla, preferring missionary sex all the way. There's nothing wrong with that, but he has a feeling she's a lot more curious than she lets on.

Her eyes glaze over, and she licks her lips. She swallows and chews on her lower lip, fidgeting like she's uncertain of what to do or how to start.

He settles back into the chair. That's certainly an interesting development. It would seem that she is waiting for instructions. He can work with that.

Spread your legs, he says.

She lets out a breathy little moan and opens her legs. The dress is so tight that the skirt hikes up instantly, exposing her pink frilly underwear. It's an adorable lacy thing, looking more like it is meant for someone younger. It shows just how innocent she is. Should- should I take off my panties? she asks.

No, he says, letting his voice dip low. I want you to push your underwear to the side and finger yourself just like that.

She gasps a little, scandalized by the words coming from him. She likes being talked dirty, it would seem. He wonders what else she likes.

Her pubic hair is a lovely pale shade that makes the pink of her pussy lips look ever pinker. He wants to lick her cunt and suck her clit until she is sobbing and begging for him to fuck her. His claws dig into the sidearms of his chair.

Slowly does it, darling, he says. You've got all the time in the world.

She tips her head back with a moan as she slides a finger over her slit and then stops at her clit. The room saturates with the scent of her arousal and the slick sounds of her fingers sliding up and down her slit.

Slide your fingers inside you... that's it, both fingers darling.

She whimpers and pumps both fingers into her hole, inadvertently stretching her hole open. He can see the thick slick fluid leak from her hole, easing her fingers as they move in and out of her.

That's it, darling. Look how prettily you open yourself up for me. You're a little slut, aren't you? Coming to my office and begging me to fuck you.

She shakes her head. I'm- I'm not.

You're not? Would good girls do what you're doing now, little rabbit?

She whimpers and stops moving.

Ah, ah, I didn't say you could stop, he tuts. Good girls listen to instructions, don't they?

Yes. Her breath hitches and she nods, finger fucking herself harder.

That's my good girl, he coos. Now tell me, what're you thinking about?

Nothing.

You and I both know that's not true. Tell me.

She bites her lip hard enough to bruise. You, she whispers.

Me doing what?

Everything... she says, clenching her eyes shut and turning her face to the side, as though trying to hide from him. She's absolutely lovely, her cheeks pink with embarrassment and arousal.

You’re thinking about my cock inside you, aren't you? There's no need to be embarrassed about fantasizing. Do you think about me when you bring yourself off in bed with Ryan sleeping next to you? What a dirty little thing you are.

She whimpers and does not bother denying him.

I bet you think about strangers fucking you all the time, he continues.

No! No, she shakes her head rapidly and opens her eyes. I only think about you and Ryan, promise, she says.

He groans and adjusts his pants. They've gone too tight suddenly. Good girl, he says. I want you to take your fingers out and take the dress off now. Can you do that for me, darling?

She nods and quickly complies, standing on wobbly legs to reach for the side zipper. Grabbing the hem of her dress, she tugs it all the way up and over her head. Next, she takes off her bra. Her panties go last. It's more than a little wet now and smells like her, hormones, and sex. He wants to keep it.

Chapter One: Rabbit Shifter

Being a werewolf doesn 't automatically make life better for Nigel. The scents that he is bombarded with in the office is tolerable on a good day and overwhelming on a tolerable day. On a bad day, he breathes in too much garlic, pizza, tobacco, cheese, and baked beans. On those days, Nigel finds himself with a short fuse, snapping at his employees for making the smallest mistakes. Not that any of them knows the reason behind his foul moods is because one of their colleagues have decided to eat something that smells particularly distasteful. In fact, none of his colleagues know he's a werewolf at all.

From what he has eavesdropped shamelessly from their office discussions, they like him well enough as their boss. He's a slave driver and demands near perfect results for their projects each time, but he pays them enough that they don't mind the extra work and extra hours. And he lets them go home early even though it means he will have to pick up the slack himself. They don't know he only does it so that the office will stop reeking.

There are advantages to being a werewolf too. His sight is better than humans. As is his health and well, strength, agility, and stamina. All this is good and advantageous if he were some sort of hunter in the forest, making a living tracking down big game and preparing for his family.

Unfortunately, he neither lives anywhere near live game, or intends to return to the farmhouse his family owns five hours away from civilization.

He is too used to the ease of technology and having everything with several clicks on a device. He's also used to have secretaries and employees who listen to his every whim.

The most difficult part about living in the city is that he has to keep his werewolf nature a secret. His family had continued to stay in their countryside home. They make decent money off selling animal hides, meat, and fresh produce from the farms, but the majority of their expendable income comes from his work. He's probably sent enough home that his family and extended family could retire comfortably, down to his sister's eleven children. They won't though. They enjoy hunting and all aspects of their work.

In their letters, his brothers divulge that they have been talking with their neighbors, the rabbit shifters and the cow shifters, and they've been bartering with them. It's interesting. Fun, his youngest brother had added in his own letter, writing to him about how he's gotten close to the prey shifts behind his parent's back. Prey and predator shifters have never gotten along. He's glad that his brothers are changing that.

He supposes the money he sends to the other shifters increases their affinity towards his family too. While his own family has always been able to make ends meet hunting and selling meat and hide, making handcrafted objects with bones and fur, the prey shifters earn their living on crops and are not always so lucky. The monthly stipend he allocates for them makes sure they never go hungry, even in Winter when little grows.

Wrapping his fingers around the cup, he brings it to his mouth for a small sip of the coffee that has gone cold an hour ago. A quick check outside tells him that everyone else has gone home and it's almost midnight. Probably because it's almost midnight.

He rubs his palm against his chest, trying to dislodge the slow, burning ache in his heart. There's a sense of wrongness there, an uneasy feeling like his wolf is trying to tell him something but he isn't listening.

Things are going well. So well he doesn't understand why his wolf is wary. He had grown his business from nothing into a multi-million-dollar corporation in a matter of years and it is still growing, earning more money than he knows what to do with.

Perhaps the most successful part of his entire venture is hiring Monica and Jessica, two best friends who appear to be wholly human, but smells enough like ashes and scales that he's convinced they're some sort of shifter too. They are in charge of investing the company's profits and have been making them so much money that they are buying out half the town's apartments.

He is staying in the penthouse of a condominium that they've purchased from a bankrupt developer a few weeks ago.

Most of the rooms are filled up instantly, the location and rent set to an attractively reasonable price. After taking the topmost floor, he makes sure to keep the few floors below him permanently empty. The building is tall enough that he never has to hear his neighbors and his wolf is content and safe.

The penthouse suite comes with it's own private elevator from the back lobby, which gives him enough privacy that he never has to interact with his neighbors.

It is the empty apartments downstairs that he thinks of when Ryan, his nephew, asks him if he can come to the city.

The idea had sprung to his mind so easily and stayed there. Having family nearby would soothe his wolf's instincts to build a pack and Ryan would be safer with him.

He had not thought of the consequences of offering the rooms to his nephews when he offered them. In fact, he had not thought of them until much, much later.

You see, Nigel has a secret nobody knows.

He's a beast in all the ways that would probably ruin him if word gets out. He is a predator, a werewolf, and he likes to knot his lovers. He is such an adept shifter that he can achieve just that specific alteration of his body, changing his cock to that of a wolf's and have a knot while his body is entirely human. After he comes, his cock swells and grows thicker, locking him and his lover together in a way that is meant to keep