It's easy to feign interest. She just has to pretend she's looking at Will when he catches her eye and she knows desire would seep into his scent.
He couldn't believe his luck. If he was a little rough in handling her, she didn't really mind. She insisted on having him come on her back because that way, she can imagine that it's Wills hands on her hips, gripping her so hard he's leaving bruises on her skin. She doesn't let him kiss her though. She's saving that for Will.
Her brother's reaction was perfect. She didn't think he would be back so soon but it's even better because he was furious. He was worried at first that someone had taken advantage of her, but when it was clear she wanted it, he caved immediately and spent no time consoling her when she summoned up crocodile tears about it not being pleasant for her.
It had been... satisfactory. He'd fingered her and played with her nipples in the empty classroom, but his touch was inexperienced and his groaning was too distracting, especially since she knows her brother's voice wouldn't break in the middle of his groaning.
In any case, it gave her an excuse to cling to Will and call him 'Daddy' again. She knows it gets to him. He always has this look in his eyes, like he wants to pounce on her and it's taking everything in his power to keep himself from surrendering to his basal instincts.
The girls in her school are kind of obsessed with him and she can't really blame them. Will is ridiculous hot and the few times he came to pick her up, they tried to casually stand closer to her in the hopes of being introduced, but Will only ever has eyes on her and can't wait to take her home so she would stop smelling like other people.
Will is somewhat obsessed with her scent and she's gotten so used to it that she doesn't even question that he scents her before going to sleep at night. She thinks he doesn't question it either. Except she knows normal families don't scent each other. She's only seen couples do it.
She gets a boyfriend in University because it feels like the normal thing to do and Will had been getting worried about her being single for such a long time. He was worried that moving her to a different location would cause her to be alienated, but there are so many new people in University that it's impossible for her to be completely alone. There are other humans too, a few seniors who introduced themselves and offered their help. It's nice.
She starts going out with Sam because she thought he was cute and they spend orientation week leaning how to kiss. She decided that there's no harm in practicing how to kiss properly. It's not like Will hasn't been seeing anyone else. She knows he goes out and has one night stands with women. She doesn't like to think about it because it makes her feel vindictive.
Sam didn't know about her brother until Will came to pick her up from the University one day. It's only natural that half the girls eye him suggestively upon seeing him. Will has only gotten hotter with age and the motorcycle helmet he's holding in his hand while wearing a leather jacket only makes him more desirable. He ignores everyone and makes a beeline for her, however.
"We're going home," he says, nose wrinkling, probably picking up the scent of Sam's spit on her. They had been making out earlier, after all. He gives Sam a look that makes Sam tense and curl into himself in abject terror.
"Okay," she gathers her books and lets Will put the helmet on her head.
There had been some sort of emergency at work that needed them to move into a new apartment and Will wouldn't let her out of his sight for weeks afterwards, waiting for her outside the University buildings with a terrible scowl.
Sam is terrified of her brother and dotes on her as a response, afraid anything bad he does would go back to her brother and he'll handle the problem for her. It doesn't make her feel good about herself, but it gives her an excuse to spend time away from her brother.
She's aware that the feelings she has for him isn't normal. She hopes that throwing herself into her studies and spending time with her peers would make the feelings go away, but it only makes her miss him terribly.
People have been terrified of her brother her entire life that she's used to it, but seeing it from the outside is even worse. Powerful werewolf families try to play matchmaker, introducing him to their daughters. Her friends in school do the same thing, wanting an in by being friendly with her. She never brings anybody home.
She's aware that Will works as some sort of contract 'problem solver', one that's sanctioned by the government and he is frighteningly good at his job. He comes home with blood in his clothes sometimes and thinks she doesn't notice.
She worries about him.
He worries about her too because she's human, but he doesn't know how ruthless she can be when it comes to getting what she wants. She has had to work harder than any of her peers to catch up. Can anyone blame her for being pissed when Will stopped her from joining the school's volleyball team just because he's worried about a little bruising?
She sort of gets it, though. People die so easily in his line of work. Humans must be so easy to kill compared to wolves.
She broke up with Sam when she found him sleeping with her lab partner. It was a long time coming. She's tired of him trying too hard not to get on her bad side, so afraid of Will that he's willing to play the part of a perfect boyfriend. It doesn't stop her from being a little bit vindictive and using that as an excuse to get closer to Will, though.
He makes love to her for the first time a day after her eighteenth birthday and she shares her bed with him every night since then.
The thought that he would find a proper mate one day and leave her hangs over her, always present.
It makes her cling at night, whimpering as her shirt is tugged up, her body revealed. Will touches her all over, turning her on the bed and kissing her neck softly as he thrusts his long fingers into her tight heat.
"Love you," he whispers and she clings to that as he kisses his way down her throat, marking her pale skin and sucking pink and red bruises all over. "Sweet little thing," he says, hands sliding away from her head and over her chest, up and down. His fingers shake a little, like he can't quite believe he's touching her like this, even after weeks of them sharing the same bed.
"Daddy," she whines, knowing how the word gets him all worked up. It's perverse, what they're doing, probably made worse by what she's calling him, but she loves it. Loves him. "Daddy, please," she whines. His touch feels good, so much better than the inexperienced boy she had let touch her all those years ago.
He plucks her nipples and then follows his fleeting touch with his lips, sucking fresh bruises over old ones. "So needy," he scolds softly, a teasing edge to his words, as if he knows all the nights she had touched herself thinking of him. He presses himself close to her, his breath on her neck, lips brushing her skin.
"Please," she cries, throwing her head back and leaning into the feels of his lips on her nipples. She wonders if it hurt him as much as it hurts her when he goes out with other women. At least she doesn't know about it. Not being a wolf with enhanced sense of smell has it's perks.
He touches her until it's too much and then kneels between her legs to lick up her cunt, getting her all wet and ready for him with his tongue before fingering her open. He takes his time getting her stretched open before mounting her and after that, all the softness of their foreplay is gone and he's rutting into her like an animal, all rough jerks and rumbling growls, teeth on the verge of breaking skin on her neck until she's bleeding a little, vivid red droplets on the sheets.
"Daddy," she whines. She hates having to replace the sheets. She's distracted quickly by his cock slamming into her, hands gripping her body so tightly that he is leaving finger-sized bruises on her. It feels good. She loves it, loves the feeling of Will fucking her with wild abandon. "Oh, oh," she gasps.