Blackwood Puppy Food Novels & Stories

"Wolves like him are very fierce. They eat children." My son's mouth fell open. My daughter looked thoroughly unconvinced. Nobody laughed. I turned around. Aaron Blackwood stood in the doorway. Arms at his sides. Expression unreadable. He'd been there long enough to hear every word, including my expert analysis of his species' dietary preferences. The blood drained out of my face and came back hot. Terrific. Exactly the audience I wanted for that speech. "Mr. Blackwood — that was a joke, obviously, wolves don't actually eat — I mean there are documented predatory accounts in older texts but that's not what I was — I was trying to —"

Every time I got close he stopped. By the time he finally let me cum, I was sobbing and begging. “Please, Headmaster… breed me. Fill me up. Knock me up like the whore I am.” Blackwood’s eyes darkened with pure possession. He climbed on top of me, pushed my legs back to my chest, and drove into my pussy with deep, powerful strokes. “That’s what you are now,” he growled, slamming into me. “My breeding bitch. My pregnant little campus slut. Everyone will know I own you when your tits swell and your belly rounds out.”

"Two million dollars." The number felt surreal. Impossible. Like something from a dream that would evaporate in daylight. She pulled out her laptop and did what she should have done in Rick's office...researched the Blackwood brothers. The results were... extensive. Damian, Damon, and Silas Blackwood. Triplets, though not identical. Ages listed as twenty-nine, which meant they were six years older than her. They controlled the Northern Territory—a massive expanse of land that included three major cities and countless smaller towns. Their pack was one of the largest and most powerful in North America.

By the time the sun dipped below the tree line, painting the sky in deep shades of bruised orange and twilight purple, the massive courtyard fire pit had been built and lit in record time. The Blackwood pack cooks, thrilled by the sudden excuse to celebrate, had worked absolute magic in the kitchens. They hauled out wooden tables and quickly loaded them with a feast fit for their Alpha and Luna. The rich, mouth-watering scent of slow-roasted meats, fresh-baked bread, and sweet, charred vegetables mingled beautifully with the crisp woodsmoke drifting up into the evening air.

my father’s voice interrupted my thoughts, "let us welcome the man who will help lead us into this new era. The future Alpha of the United Pack... Adrian Blackwood." The massive oak doors at the end of the hall swung wide with a bang that echoed like a gunshot. Then, he stepped in. Adrian Blackwood walked in like he owned the air in the room. He was young, probably late-twenties, but he carried a darkness that made him look a thousand years old. He was tall, built like a tank but moved with the grace of a jungle cat. He wore a black-on-black suit that probably cost more than a house, but it couldn't hide the raw, lethal power rolling off him in waves. His face was all sharp angles—a jawline

"Order whatever you want." I pulled out my phone, quickly selecting a light but nutritious meal from a nearby upscale delivery service—soup, grilled chicken, fresh fruit, some electrolyte drink. While we waited, I dragged the rolling stool over and sat close to the bed. "Mr Blackwood had to go back to the office," I said, meeting his gaze. "So he asked if I'd stay and keep you company. I hope that's… okay?"

It was long and imposing, with a heavy foreskin. "You know what to do," Mr. Blackwood said, his hand resting on top of Liam's head, a firm, possessive weight. "Show Daddy how sorry you are for breaking his prize stallion." Liam leaned forward, his eyes closing. He took the head of Mr. Blackwood's cock into his mouth. It was hot and tasted of clean skin. He felt it swell and harden instantly on his tongue, growing to its full, formidable size. He wrapped his lips around the shaft and began to suck, moving his head back and forth, his tongue swirling around the tip.

"Are you really a Blackwood?" "Yes." "My teacher says the Blackwoods are the most important family in New York. That you have more money than anyone." "We have a lot of money, yes." The boy looked at the box I was holding. "Is that for us?" "Yes. It's food." "Real food? Like what rich people eat?" I looked down at the cheap canned goods. At the lowest quality products Eleanor could find. "It's food," I said quietly. The boy's face lit up. "Thank you! We don't get enough food here sometimes. This will help a lot."

"Little Mickey Blackwood, the first pup born to a chosen mate bond in three generations." As if responding to his name, Mickey turned his head toward my voice, his tiny features scrunching with concentration as he tried to focus on his my face. "He's already so alert," Dr. Chen observed, making notes on her chart. "Wolf pups tend to develop more quickly than human babies, but this one seems particularly advanced." "Is that good or bad?" I asked, my protective instincts already hyperactive where my son was concerned. "It's wonderful," Sarah assured me. "It means he's healthy, strong, and probably going to be walking and talking earlier than expected. Though it also means you're going to have