Secret Relations: Unchained Desires

By Apple Gold

There are wolves in the woods, circling their home and waiting for Stefan to make just one wrong move so they can snatch his young charge away. Stefan does his best to keep her safe, but he's just one wolf and it is impossible for him to fight off an entire pack. 

Anna is small and weak and painfully human. He loves her, even when he shouldn't. Some days, it is easy to forget just how wrong their love is, but he can't help himself. They're not related by blood, after all, and she is so innocent and naive, believing everything he says just because he's the one to say them. 

It all comes tumbling down when the eighteen-year-old human puts her faith in the wrong friend and follows him out into the woods, straight into the grasp of an Alpha Werewolf who is eager to claim her as is own.

Luckily for everyone involved, he is generous enough to share. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Apple Gold
• Release date: Apr 16, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224484171

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Warning:

This steamy short story contains sexual scenes with eighteen-year-old young being seduced by powerful Werewolves much bigger than her. It also contains scenes of daddy roleplay, bdsm, spanking, humiliation, knotting, size kink, exhibitionism and voyeurism, public sex, double penetration, and much, much more.

Chapter One: Lessons

Stefan wakes to the sound of Anna whimpering, soft and sweet and curled up a the edge of the bed, so close to falling off the edge that his heart skips a beat before he realizes his arm is curled underneath her slim waist, palm pressing into her belly to stop her from doing exactly that.

He tries his best to keep her warm, but the weather is getting colder and he has not been able to venture far enough into the forest to gather the wood they need. She has always had a weak disposition, cold no matter how many layers of blankets he would wrap her up in.

He would barter for firewood from the neighbors, but none of them dare to travel the safety of their homes, not with the threat snapping at their heels- quite literally.

There are wolves in the forest, waiting to make meals out of them. A pack of Werewolves have wandered into their territory and they do not have a pack leader to keep them safe. Not after the last one passed.

Stefan is so full of anger and frustration. If only he could warm their little cottage with it, but it is not enough. It's never enough. They need firewood that burns long and warm, the sort that is only available deep in the forest.

Circumstances have brought them together and made her his sister, even though the two of them are not related by blood. His father had married her mother and that makes him her brother.

She turned eighteen a few days ago. If things aren't what they are, she would have been married off and he would take a wife of his own.

Except that isn't what he wants. He doesn't want someone else as his wife.

Not when she's right there, smelling like sweetness and perfection.

The wolves circling their homes are both a blessing and a curse.

She can't marry someone else if she can't leave at all.

Except he has another problem now that he knows why they're here at all.

He wraps his other an arm around her slim waist and gently pulls her back until she is laying on top of his chest. She huffs and curls into his chest like a pup seeking warmth, her arms wrapping around his neck, breathing warmly. She has always been so much more fragile than him. His father was a wolf. That makes him a wolf too. But her- she is all human.

Go back to sleep a little longer, baby, he says, pressing his lips too close to her neck, wanting her to stay forever, knowing that this- this is wrong and she doesn't know any better because he is all she has ever known. She has always been clingy as a child, wanting hugs and cuddles.

The rest of their family had passed away years ago, leaving only the two of them. He breaths in deep, his nose pressing to the soft pulse at her neck. She smells like sweet innocence just begging to be corrupted.

The precious little thing holds onto him, enjoying the warmth of skin on skin. She has grown to be such a beautiful creature, blond hair and big, blue eyes that stare at him so trustingly. Her eyes are closed right now though, and she falls back to sleep easily, believing that nothing will harm her with him there.

There is a boy from a nearby farm who has been trying to court her. His family is not well-to-do and they are all human. It would be a good match, if he is willing to be reasonable. He brings her milk, sometimes and she gives him some of the vegetables that she is able to grow in their garden. Boy's name is Zeke, about her age, maybe a few months older.

Before the wolves came into their little village, he knows she would sneak away with him so they can do what children do- play. It has been innocent so far, so he lets her have that freedom, but the boy has starting having indecent thoughts about her. He can scent it on her skin. The innocent hugs and touches are no longer so demure. He would hold her longer, chase her and pin her down and keep her there. He would rub his scent on her neck the way wolves do to mark what they want.

The mere thought of the boy makes his fangs itch and his grip on her tightens enough without his control that he wakes her up accidentally, making her whine as she peers up at him.

What's wrong? she asks, her voice soft with sleep. She is still laying on him. The young creature doesn't have a shred of self-preservation skills on her. Another wolf would have sensed the danger and ran.

Nothing's wrong, baby, he hums. Just thinking.

Are you worried about food? I think some of my crop can be harvest today, she tells him, sounding so pleased with herself.

Is that right?

Yes, she preens. "I'm getting very good at it. Zeke gave me some more seeds to plant that he says