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Gavin Wolfe, Owner, The Dollhouse. 35.

[gavin-wolfe]

littlewolfamelia‌:

She smiled as he called his pack her pack, but she didn’t quite believe it; fear that he would tire of her or send her away. Instead she just continued to nuzzle against him, listening to his words until an eyebrow. “You have a right to me? The only one hmm?” her lips replaced her nose on his cheek, and effort to calm the brewing storm further lips working along his  jaw until the last sentence and she pulled back a little, as much as his hold would allow. “An obligation? That’s how you see me?” Hurt flashed through her and she frowned a little honey eyes unable to rise to meet his. Obligations always came to an end eventually  and she looked back around the bar, no one was paying them any mind,  but she shifted in his grip. She should ask to get back to work, allowing herself to be too wrapped up in her Alpha was always a dangerous prospect - at least for her - but she didn’t dare pull out of embrace.

“A tap lasts mere seconds. It’s not like this, like us and if the club gets more money, surely that’s a good thing for the pack?” She offered sweetly. They don’t pay enough, true. Her head rested against his chest as  he used his hands to demonstrate what exactly belonged to him and she nodded insti his  cest, nitnsure she trusted her voice at that moment not to come out as a moan. She was his, even if she liked to test how thin his patience could wear in a single day, there was no one she would rather be with. “Do I? I’m not so sure.” She teased and the grin on his lips was enough to draw a smirk on her hers which disappeared in a second to a sweet smile. Her shoulders moving in a small shrug. “Maybe work has me excited?” She teased playfully, “Maybe I like all eyes on me? You fetch me because you want too. Don’t pretend.” She grinned.

Gavin had never hurt for self-confidence but when it came to Amelia it was completely earned.  He did feel a sense of entitlement and possessiveness towards her.  That wasn’t by virtue of his status as alpha or even because of their shared history and the guilt he felt in all the circumstances that had brought her here.  It was because of how she made him feel, the things she mamde him want and the overriding sense of completion he experienced just for having her in his arms.  Where she belonged. “The only one,” he insisted obstinately, leaning in to kiss her smirking mouth and not caring if anyone saw them. “But no obligation.  A sense of duty and one that is the easiest for me to do whatever is necessary to protect.”  The iron bands of his arms around her flexed instinctively.

“No amount of money is worth putting you at risk, Amy.  Not again.  I did that once and I will always regret it.”   For a moment he couldn’t look at her, the pain and self-punishment he put himself through forcing even this proud alpha’s gaze towards the floor though his forehead remained resting against the needling brunette’s. “I can’t take pride in how you came to be mine, but I do in the fact that you are.  If that makes any sense.  Probably doesn’t.  I usually don’t when you get me in a twist, Amelia.”

[gavin-wolfe]

littlewolfamelia‌:

“No one is going to hurt me here. I’m safe. I’m with you.” his breath was warm against her cheek and her eyes closed gently. “And I will be with the pack for as long as you’ll have me.” Because that was her worry, secretly, that he’s gotten rid of her father and subsequently her the first time around. Moved on with his life until she called him panicked out the blue. She stood on her tip toes to nuzzle her nose against his cheek, a small gesture in an effort to comfort him and also cease the rage in him. “You would have coped, you always do. You would have had the pack to look out for.” the talk of him losing his humanity wasn’t one that sat well with the young wolf, it wasn’t the wolf she’d grown up around.

“Yes, and I didn’t touch - what a good girl I am. I do know the rules. A tap hardly constitutes to a touch though.” Amelia felt that rules were made to be broken, especially when embraces like this were easily one of the best consequences. Lips twitched with the need to grin as she saw his judging expression, and eventually she smiled, eyes looking down from his face to where her nimble fingers played with the buttons of his suit. “I let him get close because he is a paying customer.” And the ones who she played nice with usually gave better tips; but she felt that statement would do little to quell his rage. Her forehead leaned against his shirt as his hand flexed, her heart beating just a touch faster in anticipation. “I can’t say I know what you mean,”

It was a worry Gavin shared but for very different reasons.  He feared Amy would be taken from him, ripped from his pack and his life and his arms by someone who wouldn’t care for her as he did.  Who didn’t love her as he did, though he didn’t express it so much in words.  But the press of his lips against the crown of her head said everything.  He needed her as intrinsically as the air in his lungs.  That was why he was so damn possessive.  She’d been lost once, and now found he couldn’t bear the notion of losing her again. “This is your pack, little one,” he murmured, mollified a little by the affectionate nose at his cheek. “I’m your alpha.  Your protector and provider and the only one on God’s green earth with a right to you.  It’s an obligation, too.  One I take seriously.”

How the fuck did the raven-tressed little vixen do this?!  One moment sweet as honey, the next riling him up without even trying. “A tap is contact.”  Gavin illustrated the point by giving the rise of her ass a testing swat. “No one pays enough to touch you.  This ...”  his hands squeezed her cheeks apart, pressing them back in again, stoking the fire he could sense in her heartbeat, in the scent of desire on her, in the hitch of the warm breaths against his chest. “Belongs to me.  You know exactly what I mean, Amelia.”  He cast a wolfish smile that was full of the promise of the sort of rough lessons the pup loved to earn. “The anticipation of it has you excited.  Your little heart beats a mile a minute.  You delight in creating havoc because you know I’ll always fetch you back from it by the scruff of your neck, don’t you?  Don’t you?”

[gavin-wolfe]

littlewolfamelia‌:

The look in his eyes as she looked up at him told her that her indiscretion of stalling would come back to bite her - perhaps literally - later on. Amelia was the more wilful of the pack, the youngest and the newest. Her first official pack, she’d never had to truly listen to orders. Her dad led a pack of sorts, but it was more a bunch of exiled wolves who had banded together but no official alpha. So doing as she was told, when she was told was still a new concept to her. When he had first taken her in, after she’d called him in a panic when hunters attacked her home, she’d all but ignored alpha orders, despite the pull inside from her wolf to do as her alpha wished. The arm which wrapped around her waist pulling her flush against him told her he was making a point; and she sighed gently.

She could smell the anger on him, his chemosignals going haywire, and if she hadn’t realised, she felt his growl resonate through her, a motion which instinctively had her head tilting to the side a little in submission to her angry alpha. “It was nothing more than a tap, it’s fine Gavin.” she told him, fingers playing with the buttons on his suit jacket as she listened to him continue to speak. He was right, the regulars knew the particulars when it came to touching any of the staff or even the pack - her. Eyes rolled to herself at the promise of violence on the customer. She knew the rules, the conditions placed when she first suggested working here so that she could stay close to her alpha; did she flirt with those rules, yes, did she know how much that frustrated him, also yes. “Well he’s certainly not going to do it again after that look you gave him. You worry too much, it’s not like I was touching back.” because that would entice possibly an even worse anger. When she’d managed to convince him to let her work here, it was as a dancer, nothing more.

Both animal and man wouldn’t permit the touch of another upon her.  He banished any remnant of the coward with his own hand, rough and calloused but yet tender in the way it caressed the slight curve of Amelia’s back ... and then presumptuous as hell where his palm terminated, right at the swell of her ass, capturing the young werewolf.  He had no illusions she would behave and if he could only admit it (to himself, much less to her), the stubborn alpha didn’t want her to.  He enjoyed the chase of it all, the pursuit and challenge Amelia never ceased to present.  She made quarry of those soft brown-gold eyes that batted up at him, pretending an innocence he knew she was far beyond possessing.

The hard, contoured plane of his chest pressed itself unconsciously into the nimble fingers worrying along his suit jacket. “It isn’t fine,” he grumbled unhappily, but exhaling a relieved sigh against her cheek. “You know this goes beyond my ego, little one.  If that hunter had got to you ... if anyone had taken you from me, I’d have lost myself.  There would be no more Gavin, nothing human left, just a wolf looking to tear through the collective throat of the whole damned world.  You didn’t need to touch him back.”  Gavin canted his neck, glowering down with an arched eyebrow, his standard ‘I’m judging you’ expression. “You know the rules as well as anyone.  You let him get close because you knew it would bring me running, didn’t you?”  The hand against her firm rear perceptibly flexed, the flash of lightning on the horizon telling of a storm barely kept at bay. “You’re toying with me, Amelia.”

[littlewolfamelia]

[gavin-wolfe]

@littlewolfamelia

[gavin-wolfe]

littlewolfamelia‌:

Pup. The tone that sensitive hearing picked up over the heavy flow of music that the young werewolf rolling her eyes to herself as she smiled at the customer, but she continued to chat to him, politely laughing and smiling at his jokes though she wanted nothing more than to ensure he would stop talking on a more permanent basis. But a customer was a customer. She didn’t need use her wolf senses to know that Gavin was still watching. He was protective, always had been, one of her earliest memories was of the wolf who slept at the bottom of her bed while she was a human. Too protective sometimes? Definitely. She was a wolf now, had been for more than a couple of years; she was more than able to handle a couple of handsy customers.

It was when name came again, the order attached with it and hazel eyes flipped up to meet her Alpha’s gaze. The storm in his eyes sending a shiver down her spine and she debated ignoring him, she was working after all. Eyes watched him for a second, ignoring the customer who had launched into another dull story. Trying to convey to him that she was currently working. Trying to assess how far gone he was, the last thing the club needed was him grabbing and kicking out a customer; for what? A slap to the ass? She lingered, likely for longer than his patience would stay in place before she turned her attention back to the customer. “My apologises handsome, my boss is trying to get my attention. I’ll be back as soon as I’m done.” With that she walked away, towards the stop where the Alpha stood. “Yes, Alpha?”

Gavin was an unpredictable creature even at his best.  Generally-speaking he didn’t give a fuck who he offended or rubbed the wrong way.  He lived life on his own terms.  But nothing made him more impulsive and quick to reckless behavior than Amelia testing his non-existent patience.  As she tarried, he stewed, the tall, broad lines of his suit-clad figure steeling at the shoulders, the trunks of his arms and legs as tense as his square, stubbled jaw.  Nostrils flared, breathing in over the fumes of alcohol and a thousand different fragrances, most of them the pheromones of attraction and arousal that blanketed the establishment, he could sense the desire on the unwise fool who had the gall to stand so close to his pup.  That’s how he thought of her.  That’s what he would make of her, too, the icy rage that cooled his stare promised silently.  She’d pay for making him wait.

The moment the raven-tressed little minx drew close enough one of his arms, nearly as thick around as her torso, ringed a svelte waist and pulled Amelia in against him.  More felt than heard, a suppressed growl thundered from within his barrel chest.  The intense, challenging stand-off gaze still didn’t waver from the dejected patron who watched them a moment, wisely getting the message and wandering off.  Gavin eyed them with a pique rare even for an alpha, the best in him accepting no challenge, not when it came to her.  And it wasn’t until they had drifted off that he looked down at the hazel windows onto a soul too playful for her own good. “You know the rules.  They can look but they can’t touch.  Period.  And if he tries that again I’ll rip his fucking hands off.  Our more understanding patrons have some very unusual peccadilloes but I don’t think any of them want to go slip-sliding on the blood of a moron who can’t keep his touch away from what is mine.”

[gavin-wolfe]

“Pup.”  It was a term of affection reserved for her alone.  He had felt a curious sense of possessiveness and protectieness over Amelia since the day she’d been born, from the moment when, as a wolf but gentled into the most amiable of animals he had nuzzled the little girl and happily spent his nights curled up at the end of her bed.  But then her damn father had to go and challenge him ... a contest for the leadership the fool had lost.  Exile had been the only just punishment and it had ripped out Gavin’s heart to send that family away.  Especially Amy.  It wounded him even more to find out that she’d been turned by her father years later, a scar only partially healed over by her return to the resort and, of all the godforsaken places to wind up, working for Gavin at the Dollhouse.

That prospect brought its own perils, though.  Like tonight.  He’d caught one of the patrons getting far too close and waaaaaay too handsy with the young woman who was no longer a child in any respect.  Men took notice, including Gavin, but he would not and could not accept the same bold overtures in others that he constantly assailed her with.  So across the room and over the booming bass music he’d called her name, staring darkly, jawline clenched and blue eyes ablaze with, yes, jealousy.  Again, he used her word. “Pup.  Come here.”  A phrase heavy as lead with the expectation of obedience even from the willful young Amelia.  She knew as well as he did that if Gav had to come over there he’d make a scene.  And from the hard cast to his features he was ready to do it tonight.

@littlewolfamelia

[gavin-wolfe]

ameliamasters:

Eyes closed as his hand traveled down her back, causing her to shiver lightly against this touch. A gasped moaned sounded as his hand spanked supple flesh and her head rolled back against his shoulder when he pulled her back against him. There was something about his words that had her moaning lightly. The thought of being disciplined was an exciting one and she nodded her head. Still drawn back against him she rolled her hips back against him, the slight friction causing her eyes to close and her breath to hitch. “So are you going to teach me?” she groaned gently. “I think I need to be spanked properly, just to be sure you have disciplined me right.” she teased, but he was right, being manhandle was something she enjoyed.

If the brunette thought Gavin was going to be that easily guided to give her what she craved she had another thing coming.  He grasped her hips with his large hands, but not as a preface for pulling her back against the cock she’d teased through hardness through his pants.  Hell no.  He hoisted her up from behind and brought her down, roughly, against his desk top, sliding her forward across it and sending papers and other assorted paraphernalia falling to the floor. “You’re going to be one of those who enjoy discipline, aren’t you?  Mmmm, good.  They’re my favorite.  See, the trick is to do everything short of giving you what you want.”  Avid fingers slid up her skirt from behind, exposing her long legs leading up to he boundary of a lacy pair of panties that did very little to sheathe her ass from the heat of his gaze or the warmth of the palm that cupped her swell. “You may want to grab hold of the edge of the desk.  Before I’m done with you, you’ll be squirming and mewling and begging to cum.”

[gavin-wolfe]

evie-hawthorne:

“Well, with your dick in my mouth I don’t believe I’ll be sayin’ much of anythin’. Other than when you’re fuckin’ me and all I can do is scream harder baby, faster Gavin, I fuckin’ love your cock in my cunt!” she teased, her voice raising an octave as she fake moaned the words. Such vulgar words coming from her pretty little mouth; she’d ask for forgiveness at a later time when her panties weren’t so wet. She kicked the door to her bedroom shut once they were inside and dropped Gavin’s hand. She glided over to her dresser where a newly opened bottle of Jack Daniels sat. She twisted off the cap and twirled to face Gavin, taking a long, sloppy swig from the bottle as she walked back over to him, “Now gimme a kiss, darlin’” she perched up on her tip toes, the whiskey dripping down her chin.

“That’s my kind of conversation,” Gavin agreed, giving Evie’s smart little ass swaying ahead of him a smack for good measure just so those moans that were escaping her lips so deliciously had some motivation.  He sauntered over to where she was procuring the promised whiskey, grabbing hold of her waist fiercely to draw her rough against his hard body before snaking down to capture first the trickle of booze down her chin with thirsty lips before meeting her mouth properly, tasting heat and fire and sweetness on her tongue both because of the whiskey and entirely removed from it. “Mmmmm, I have a feeling we’re gonna get drunk tonight, sweet stuff.”

[gavin-wolfe]

evie-hawthorne:

“Yeah, suits your fancy… floats your boat…” she giggled and looked back at him over her shoulder as he toyed with her skirt, “…tickles your dick. A figure of speech, y’know?” As they came up to her cabin door, Evie pulled Gavin right up behind her so her back was pressed to his front, not missing a beat as she wiggled her ass against his crotch. She guided his hand to her hip before retrieving the key, “My lips?” she grinned, “Maybe so, but I’d rather have you lickin’ it off my tits.” Evie opened the front door and once again reached for Gavin’s hand, guiding him inside and right past the kitchen, “C’mon darlin. Everythin’ we need an’ more is in my room. Let’s get this show on the road.”

“There are so many figures of speech,” Gavin ruminated with a growl of arousal, shifting his crotch against her wiggling ass, taking hold of her hip as indicated and using it to lever her back against him, sliding the evidence of his erection between the valley she offered up.  There would be no argument from him, not when the devil-made blonde smiled like that, looked like this, and pulled him needfully towards her bedroom. “I have a feeling we’re both more interested in actions than mere words, aren’t we?  As far as the whiskey is concerned, I’m going to need you with your mouth open, on your knees, lapping it off my dick as well, Evie.  How’s that for a cocktail?”

[gavin-wolfe]

ameliamasters:

Her hands bunched in the back of his shirt as his hand ghosted near where she needed contact but not providing the pleasurable release she needed and a small whimper parted her lips, but she refused to give in and play ball. “Your office huh? And what if someone comes to your office huh?” She asked. Though his confident sounding words about teaching her to be a good girl had her eyes rolling. “Are you daddy? I thought I told you I’m only good when I want to be.” She sassed though there was a particularly strangely content feeling at calling him daddy, even if it had been sarcastic, a flare of heat that she hadn’t expected. Squirming in his grip, the escort could feel her resolve crumbling, though she was quick to try push away that sensation. When they reached his office, and her feel met solid ground again and she was once again face to face with him, there was a frustrated frown on her lips as she decided to try up the stakes.  Turning to face his desk, she bent over so that her ass was presented in the air, dress riding a little too high. “So are you going to teach me why I shouldn’t be a bad girl daddy?”

Every pronouncement of those two syllables was like a goad with a cattle prod.  The first time ‘Daddy’ sounded on her lips, Gavin gave the brunette’s pert ass another smack, harder this time, and paused no more than to slam the door to his office shut behind them before he was crashing against her offered, displayed bottom, the panties that were her only protection revealed by a short skirt that may as well have been off for as little as it shielded her.  His hand found her back, slid down it again, kneaded against one of her cheeks and gave it a sharp strike just beneath her lingerie, finding the bare flesh of her upper leg. “Is that what your game is?  Huh?  You like being manhandled?”  He growled, the other arm circling around her shoulder, over her neck, drawing her back against him so the heat of Gavin’s breath could waft over the provocateur’s cheek. “You don’t use that word with me unless you mean it.  Ever.  I will teach you to mean it if you want me to.  And you do, don’t you?  I can feel it in the heat of your thighs and the squirming of this ass that’s begging to be spanked properly.  You need to be taken to task and disciplined.”

[gavin-wolfe]

wendy-carlisle:

“Rest is the last thing I need at this point,” she said with a soft laugh, pushing up into a fully seated position, arching her back so she could properly stretch out, “I feel like I’ve been napping non stop,” she smiled up at Gavin, happy to see his face after nearly a month away. “I think I just need to power through so I can start to get back on some sort of normal schedule.”

“So you say, but the fact that you’re snoozing on a cushion where God only knows what sort of sordid things have happened proves otherwise,” Gavin teased, winking in the wake of Wendy’s beautiful smile.  He’d missed her, too, and would have been content just to watch her sleep on, glad to provide a place where she could feel safe and comfortable. “I’d prefer you took your own good time and get back into the swing of things naturally than force yourself while you’re still suffering from jet lag.  The club can wait.”

[gavin-wolfe]

evie-hawthorne:

“That’s what I thought,” Evie said with a proud smile. She willfully fell into his embrace; if ever there were a perfect depiction of friends with benefits, it were these two. When she spent time with Gavin, it was all about making the other feel good. “You hit the nail on the head, darlin’,” she poked a finger to his chest, having to crane her neck to look up at him. “My cabin’s just around the corner and I know for a fact my roommate won’t be around for the next few hours,” she revealed, her hand slipping into his as she pulled him in that direction, “As for booze, I’ve got whiskey, whiskey and… more whiskey,” she’d stocked up as soon as she returned to the resort. “Hope that’ll suit your fancy.”

Gavin allowed his hand to be made captive and his large frame to be tugged comically along after Evie, no protest given at the prospect of wrecking her cabin ... and whiskey to boot. “Suit my fancy?”  He rolled his thumb over her palm as they went, his other hand reaching to flip up her skirt ahead of him in mid-stride towards the nearby structure. “Sweet stuff, you just described my favorite things.  Fucking and drinking.  And drinking while fucking.  That whiskey’s going to taste even better on your lips.”

[gavin-wolfe]

ameliamasters:

“Nope.” Amelia replied, popping the P at the end. There was a cheeky glint to her eyes that disappeared as soon as his fingers teased the hem of her panties, and her hips shifted uncomfortably from the need for contact. “Just a little curious.” she hummed in frustration. Breathing coming as a small almost inaudible whine. The sharp but pleasurable sting of his hand against her ass had her eyes closing, and mouth opening in a gasped moan. So far he was nothing if not a man of his word, and she looked forward in part to what that entailed, perhaps not so much that he wouldn’t give her release until she behaved herself. Lia barely had time to process his words, a perplexed look on her features until he threw her over his shoulder enticing a squeal from her lips and her hands pressing against the plain of his back to steady herself. A small huff sounded as she heard people cheering, before she cursed them under her breath. “Where are you taking me?”

The moan and squeal and most of all, the continued obstinacy from the brunette whose ass he was displaying for the benefit of one and all (including his own hand, which caressed her cheeks, fingers sliding down between her thighs, near but not touching the folds which were warm enough to bleed through her scant garment as well as his shirt.  That tell-tale heat beckoned a grin, and another smack to turn the dial even more towards the inferno he would demand soon enough. “We’re going to my office,” he informed the squirming lass, waving to a few barking, hooting patrons as they passed.  The audience was a further enticement but they wouldn’t have the benefit of the real show.  That was something Gavin shared with no one. “Where I’m going to teach you to be a good girl.”

[gavin-wolfe]

wendy-carlisle:

“Hmmm… mmm…” Wendy stirred from her spot, green eyes fluttering open as she slowly lifted her head. “Sorry…” her tone was soft and gentle despite looking a little disgruntled, “I must’ve dozed off,” she offered a sweet smile, “Jet lag is the worst.”

Gavin reached down to caress Wendy’s cheek affectionately, a ‘shhhh’ sounding from behind his lips, head shaking and eyes scanning an empty club.  She’d fallen asleep on one of the plush booth cushions and he hadn’t had the heart to wake her. “No one will be here for hours.  And you need your rest, babe.”

[gavin-wolfe]

evie-hawthorne:

“Sounds like you have the best idea I’ve heard in quite some time,” her eyes glistened at the thought. A hand through her hair, Evie couldn’t help but smirk. “I’d be more than happy to refresh your memory if it’d help,” she said with a wink. “Otherwise you’ll have to excuse me so I can find someone else. Almost a whole month without bein’ fucked and I’m about to become madder than a wet hen.”

“Find someone else?  The hell you will.”  Gavin wheeled Evie into an embrace that might have been friendly and fond if the subject matter they were discussing didn’t revolve around fucking with abandon. “I’m all for having my memory refreshed the way only you can, Evie ... and I’m guessing you need the kind of fuck only I can provide too, don’t you?  What shower should we take over, and what kind of booze to drink while I’m giving you a fond ‘welcome back’?”

[gavin-wolfe]

kennedyparkcr:

Kennedy had spent much too long hiding in the shadows. Trying to be someone she wasn’t had grown exhausting. Being a different person for everyone was wearing on her. This moment was evidence of that. She was tired of playing it cautious. That wasn’t who she was at the core. She was reckless and did whatever she wanted– whenever. Sometimes that even extended to whoever. Bright blues widened at the move. It caused her tongue to come out, running along her lips. The way he carried himself was something else. Taking her cigarette back, she inhaled slowly to think about his question. “Concrete,” she simply answered, her lungs yet again filling with the poison that was now her safety net. It was her last shred of former self. Out instinct, she almost gave her name– some version of it but opted against it. Instead, she put the cigarette on out the bottom of her shoes. “Lead the way, will you?”

“Good,” Gavin pronounced low and lustily, taking hold of the girl’s hand and drawing her away, out of the lobby towards the beckoning night.  It would be a warmer one, with the kiss of spring on the air, but just enough of a chill left to the wind to do the most wonderful things to naked flesh. “Concrete means outside, where we might be seen.  How does that strike you, beautiful?  Fancy an audience?  I’m Gavin, by the way.  You may want to know that if you decide I’m working you over good enough to deserve screaming my name later.  Assuming your mouth isn’t occupied.”

[gavin-wolfe]

highflying-arlen:

“Trust me, there’s nothing wrong with my piloting skills.” There’s emphasis on the last word, amusement in her eyes. The brunette just happened to be a commercial chopper pilot, so she definitely knew her way around a cockpit. To hear the other talk about helicopters really did tickle her. 

“Then maybe you’ll have to show me sometime.  I enjoy a bit of show and tell, especially when the skills involved are impressive,” Gavin retorted, enjoying this badinage and the beauty of the woman providing it. “The resort provides helicopter tours of the island.  We could always sneak into the cockpit when the staff aren’t around.”