“That’s quite enough of that.” He looked down at Jessie and he seemed furious. There was a moment, probably because of the state her father had put her in, where she was afraid he was going to tell her Dad that she would be in a taxi within the hour. Dorian looked furious, with how tightly he held himself. 

“Who is this?” Jessica couldn’t hear the other end of the call anymore, but Dorian had heard every single word with his werewolf hearing. Suffice to say? He didn’t like what he heard. Especially how familiar some of it sounded. 

“Jessica Garland can’t come to the phone right now.” Dorian spoke and on the other end of the phone, Mr Garland tensed. Whoever this was, he sounded big and dangerous. “Nor will she answer your call for the next four months. If you want to leave a message, you can, but I can’t guarantee I’ll give it to her.” Dorian shoved his other hand in his trouser pocket, and maintained eye contact with Jessie. 

“I demand to speak to my daughter.”

“I do not obey lesser men.” He chuckled, and his smile was cruel. “And from tonight onwards, Jessie doesn’t obey you either.”

“Oh? Doesn’t she?” Her father seethed, and Jessie was stunned by what she pieced together from the conversation. 

“No, in fact, she obeys me.” Dorian leaned forward and backed Jessie against the street lamp post. “I forbid her from answering your call, as you are a nasty piece of work. I’m blocking your number after this call, but before I do?” Dorian smirked devilishly and removed his hand from his trouser pocket. He lifted Jessie’s chin and held her there. “I promise you she is healthy, she is earning a good wage, she is happy, and she is surrounded by people who care for her and will protect her from you. You are not to contact her further, or come after her. I have recorded the entire conversation and will share it with the proper authorities, and anyone who you think cares about your family name, if you ever contact Jessica again.”

“You can’t be serious!? Who the hell are you?!” Her father shouted that so loud, that even Jessica heard him.

“Say goodbye.” Dorian offered the phone to Jessica, holding it so she could talk to the speaker, but not handing it back over. One raised brow was all that was needed to push her into action. 

“Goodbye.” She spoke softly and sniffled. She was bewildered by Dorian suddenly being there, seemingly knowing everything that had happened, and the way he was talking control of the situation. She watched him push his thumb to the red phone button. As he promised, he opened her cellphone menu and blocked her father’s number. 

“Is your father the kind of man to use your mother’s number to call you?” She nodded. He absolutely would. “Then she’s blocked as well. Anyone else?” She thought about Felicity, but her sister never called her, so ice would freeze over first. Jessie shook her head and Dorian nodded. “I’m putting my number in your phone.” 

“You are?” She didn’t know what to say. What could she say? Why did you intervene like that? Why did you tell tell my father I ‘obey’ you now? 

“You are not to accept any contact from your father. He is a toxic, controlling piece of work, and I know their kind well. Do not engage. Do you understand?” 

“Well, yes, but-”

“My number is in your cell, and you are to use it whenever you require assistance. Not?” He pointed at her with the hand holding her cell. “For any preconceived notion that I’m going to fuck you. Because I’m not.” 

“Wait, so you swooped in back there, told my dad that I obey you and that I basically belong to you, gave me your number, and you’re not going to fuck me?” She was far too emotionally drained and confused for this conversation. 

“What you need isn’t a casual fuck.” Nor did he. 

“Aw. Do you want to be my fwend?” She baby spoke ‘friend’ and sniffled with a smile. 

“No.” His voice was deep and layered with several hidden meanings that threw her for a loop. “But I will take charge of you.” She blinked up at him, and had no idea what the fuck that was supposed to mean. “I will be what you need.”

“And what is that?” 

“A guard dog.” The rumble in his chest made her knees go weak. Damn it, why can’t he prince charming all over me and carry me back to his castle for a comfort fuck? “I will protect you and be between you and what could harm you.” He nodded to the cell phone, and clearly meant her father. “But you do not pet a guard dog. It is trained to attack and defend. Not to give or receive affection.” He waited until she put away her cell, tucked back into her boot. He offered her a handkerchief and then put his hands in his pockets. “If you need anything, you will call me. If you are in danger, you will call me. If you are upset, you will call me.”

“And if I’m horny?” She chuckled, and it was awkward, but you can’t blame a girl for trying. 

“…” Dorian rolled his dark brown eyes, and then leaned down into her personal space. “You and I will never fuck. Accept that now.”

“Why not?” She shrugged. “You clearly know my damage, and you want to be my prince charming. Why can’t we fuck too?” Because she was getting some serious vibes from this guy. Their chemistry was getting stronger by the second. Hearing him command her father like that did serious things to her lady parts. They wanted to fulfil the promise of ‘she obeys me’, and hard. 

“I’m not a prince charming.” The dubious look she gave him made Dorian sneer. “Trust me when I say, you do not want to go down that path with me.”

“Why not?”

“Because you have been controlled enough, and do not wish to be a pawn any longer.” She still didn’t understand. “I am not your type.” 

“Why n-”

“Because I am the kind of man who will control you. Not just in bed, but outside of it as well.” He crowded her against the lamp post, and his right hand twitched. “I would reward you for being a good little girl, but I would punish you for being bad. I would bring you to heel so hard, despite how wrong that would be, your head would spin.” She gulped, turned on by the raw heat of his stare and the threats spilling from his lips. “You would be mine, and no one would be able to take you from me.” I would be your master, and you would be my bitch. Dorian’s wolf pressed against the membrane of his control. Normally, he gave his wolf enough of an outlet to tame the beast, as much as one can tame a dire wolf, but recently he hasn’t been able to vanish for long periods of time into the woods like he used to. Over the last few months, his outings to let the wolf free have been few and far between. Between the black alerts and humans in town, hunters on the prowl, and being the Luna’s Champion, he was more than pent up. 

And this pretty little bitch was literally begging him to mount her. Dorian had no interest in fighting for dominance with a strong headed woman. It’s why, no matter how much he enjoyed teasing Caleb, Emma wasn’t his type. But hearing and seeing Jessica crumble, a victim of a controlling, spiteful father? It revealed that this woman needed a protector, and perhaps her forward nature wasn’t about dominance at all. It was about clawing herself away from pain, and wearing a happy, confident mask so she could fool even herself that she was the woman she presented herself to be. 

Right now, Dorian felt he was looking at the real Jessica. She clearly still had a rampant libido, and far less sense than she should, but the wolf in him saw her as a bitch in need. His wolf growled that he could be the alpha she needed. She wanted to be under his paw, and it would be so easy. First he could take her to bed, then he could bite her and make her his literal bitch, bring her to heel, collar her and-

-and Dorian would never do that. That’s the sort of archaic behaviour his father would approve of, and despite his best efforts to dissuade him, Zane was following in those footsteps. Nella seemed happy, but if she ever appeared as downtrodden as Dorian’s mother was, he would take that boy by the scruff of his neck and kick his arse. 

Dorian scowled, the hints of arousal in Jessie’s scent called to his wolf. “I am dangerous, Jessie.” Somehow, that made her even hornier. “Don’t play with fire. I will shield you and ensure you are cared for, as I am a man of honour.” And she clearly needed someone to fulfil the role of protector for her. From a distance, of course. Jake was far to soft and too, well, Omega to bare his fangs. Emma was busy as the Luna. No, Dorian would ensure this ‘father’ of hers stayed away. That she felt safe here in the pack, and didn’t need to fear being dragged away from her new home for any reason. She’s as good as pack, even if she doesn’t know it yet. 

“I can take the heat.” Jessie would have climbed him right here and now if he let her. This dark and broody bad man routine is really doing it for me. She tried to lean forward, hoping to either kiss him or at least put her hands on him. 

“I am telling you.” His right hand lifted and wrapped around her neck, pushing her back against the lamp post. “I have worked very hard, for a very long time, to resist certain parts of my nature. The same parts, that would have you on a tight leash.” He imagined her on her knees, on his lap, bent over his car, sprawled in his bed, and mounted beneath the full moon. “I am not a good man, and I would never let you go once I made you mine.”

“Sounds good to me.” She smirked, and he wanted to pull her away from that lamp post, shove her to her knees, and stuff that arrogant mouth of hers until she gagged and wept around his cock. So she learnt her place at his feet. That image alone shook Dorian out of the dangerous train of thought. 

“No.”

“But-” She whined. 

“What’s best for you, is if we never go down that path.” He started to pull his hand back, but Jessie flung her hands up to hold his wrist. To keep his hand at her throat. He sought out her eyes, seeing such wanton need there, his wolf snarled in his mind. How he managed to stop himself from staring down at her with black and yellow eyes, he didn’t know. “Jessie.” He grunted her name, his fingers digging into the side of her neck, not to harm, but to remind her who had the power here. If she kept challenging him like this, smelling like that, looking at him like that, Dorian might do something terrible, and give her what she wanted. 

The sound of the door to the dance hall opening noisily, and laughter spilling out, broke the spell between them. Much to Dorian’s relief, and Jessie’s dismay. Dorian released her neck and turned away from her in a hurry. I need to go to the forest. Tonight. Right now. It may be a black alert, but he knew the beginning tingles beneath his skin very well. If I’m not out in that forest within the hour, I’ll go feral wherever I am. Damn that woman. He angrily got into his escalade, buckled himself in, turned on the engine, and plotted his route to the nearest forest entrance. I’m going to have to send a text to Emma and Caleb that I’ve gone feral. Damn it. That woman has riled me up more than I can remember-

There was ping on his cell, and he quickly checked it, assuming it would be pack business. Only to see a horrendous stream of aubergines and water droplets. Eventually there were actual words, and he read them with a scowl. 

*Hello Daddy. Should I call you Daddy, or would you prefer something else like Master? You said you would reward me for being a good little girl, and punish me for being a bad girl. I’m going to masturbate tonight thinking of you. Does that make me a good or a bad girl?* 

Dorian’s head rolled back onto the headrest and he turned to look out of his tinted windows. He could see Emma standing with Jessie, laughing over something, but Jessie’s hands were tapping away at her cellphone. That woman… His eyes did turn yellow and black in the privacy of his escalade. He had no intention on indulging her clear bait, but she sent him another text. 

*Follow up question. If I promise to send you a picture of me during and after, does that influence your answer? Good or bad, daddy?*

Dorian threw his cell into the passenger seat with a snarl, not trusting himself to answer her, and instead drove away from the dance hall. He barely made it to the nearest forest entrance, parked his escalade, and got out of his clothes, before midnight fur erupted from his skin. He never did send that text message that he’d gone feral, but his wolf no longer cared. Thankfully, the scent of lilacs no longer surrounded him, so his wolf couldn’t hunt it down and make that troublesome bitch learn her place. Instead, a rather unlucky deer made for a useful diversion, and a tasty snack.