Packed From Behind: the Werewolf’s Daughter

Tammy’s family has harbored a dark secret for most of her life: every full moon, her stepfather becomes a ravening werewolf. She thought that she would always deal with it alone but then a trio of young werewolves found her. Only he can save her from the consequences.
[Warning: this 12000-word short story contains graphic depictions of sex and mind control. Tammy is brainwashed for use by the entire pack.]

Excerpt:
Ciríaco grabbed me by the shoulder and cut me off with a wet, open mouthed kiss. My eyes widened and my heart raced. I started to pull away, but the contact was electric. I couldn’t help myself: I leaned into it.
I wasn’t very experienced with men, but I’d never even thought that one could kiss me like that.
By the time he finally broke it off, I needed to come up for air. Somehow, he was fine, his grip still steely. I wanted to ask him how that could be, but all I managed to do was pant weakly, “… what was that?”
“I’d like to hear this too,” José, the night manager, said gruffly from the corner. He was nothing but sweet to me, but he was still a great bear of a man, a tattoo that he’d gotten in the Marines on his shoulder. He never let anyone hassle the staff.
Ciríaco let go of me and turned to face him. As he moved, I saw his eyes flash a familiar shade of yellow, something I’d never seen outside of a full moon before. He growled, low in the back of his throat, “Apologize to the lady. That’s no way to talk to her in front of a new friend. In fact, tell her that she can go early, just to show her how much you value her.”
His tone made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end, and I shrank away from him, my breath catching in my throat.
The effect on José was considerably more profound. He went white as a sheet, eyes like saucers. He said, voice quaking, “… sorry, Tammy. I, uh, I’ll leave you to it. Don’t worry about the rest of your shift. We’ll cover for you.”
Through the whole thing, he cocked his head in my direction but he never blinked or looked away from Ciríaco. It was as though he was expecting the much smaller man to pounce on him at any moment.
“Back to work with you now,” Ciríaco growled without waiting for me to acknowledge it, “Go.”
José fled.