Crazy Mating: Daddy Alphas On My Bed

Chapter 5

SAVANNA

My breath caught. The message was sincere, gentle- the same Edward who once held me through my first heat flare. My finger hovered over the reply button.

Just then, the front door opened. Kaden stepped in, still dressed in his dark shirt, looking every inch the powerful MC leader. His sharp eyes immediately found me on the couch, phone in hand and cheeks flushed from crying and unwanted arousal.

“Savanna,” he said, voice low and commanding.

“You’ve been crying again.”

The tension in the room thickened instantly and quickly locked the phone, but not before Edward’s message glowed on the screen for one dangerous second.

Kaden’s gaze narrowed and his sharp gaze pinned me in place, his eyes flicking from my tear-streaked face to the glowing phone in my lap. I quickly darkened the screen, heart hammering against my ribs.

“Everything alright?” he asked, voice low and edged with something possessive. I nodded shakily, wiping my eyes. “Just… messages from friends checking in. I haven’t told anyone yet.”

He studied me for a long moment before nodding once. “Good. Keep it that way for now.” Then he disappeared into the study, leaving me alone with my racing thoughts and Edward’s invitation burning a hole in my phone.

I couldn’t stop myself.

Two hours later, I slipped out- texting Kaden that I was going for a short drive to clear my head- and met Edward at a quiet café on the edge of town. The moment I saw him, my chest tightened painfully.

Edward Creed looked devastating.

A tailored suit hugged his lean, athletic frame, golden hair catching the light and that gentle smile I’d fallen for as a teenager still capable of making my knees weak. He stood up as I approached, pulling me into a warm hug that lingered a second too long.

His familiar scent wrapped around me like an old lover and my heart ached painfully.

“Savanna,” he breathed against my hair. “God, I’ve missed you.”

He already knew about Christian’s disappearance- pack rumors traveled fast among the elite.

“I’m so sorry, Sav,” he said softly, reaching across the table to take my hand. His thumb stroked my knuckles, sending unwelcome sparks up my arm. “I know how much you love him. But I also know what we had. What we could still have.”

Tears welled up again. “Edward… don’t.”

But he pressed on, voice earnest and full of that old passion. “The girl back then- it was a setup. She drugged my drink during Haze, took advantage when I was out of my mind. I never wanted her. I only ever wanted you. I’ve spent years chasing ghosts of you in other women, never getting attached because none of them were you.”

The misunderstanding that had shattered my heart for years cracked open. He showed me old messages, proof of the setup- the regret that followed.

My first love hadn’t betrayed me willingly. The agony I’d carried lifted slightly, replaced by a confusing wave of lingering affection.

“I still feel it,” I whispered, voice trembling as I pulled my hand back. “That puppy-love fire we had. The way you made me feel beautiful when I was bigger, curvier and- insecure. The way we explored each other during those early heats… it was innocent and wild and perfect.”

Edward’s eyes darkened with heat. “We can have that again. Let me help you through this, Savanna. Let me take care of you while Christian is… gone. I know your body. I know how to make you lose control.”

His words sent a rush of slickness between my thighs. Memories flooded me- his mouth on my breasts, his fingers inside me, teaching me pleasure before Christian ever touched me. But guilt crashed right behind it.

“No.” I shook my head firmly, even as my n*****s tightened under my dress. “I won’t betray Christian. He’s my husband. He’s missing, not dead. I can’t do this.”

Edward leaned closer, voice dropping to that persuasive tone that once melted me. “You don’t have to decide everything today. Just… don’t shut me out. You’re going into Haze soon. I can smell it on you already- the sweetness. Let me be there for you. No strings if you don’t want them.”

I stood up abruptly, legs shaky. “I can’t. I’m sorry, Edward. I need time.” I left him there with my heart torn in multiple directions, and drove home in a daze.

That night, the Haze truly hit.

It started as a low simmer under my skin while I showered. Heat started to bloom between my legs, my breasts feeling heavy and sensitive. I tried to ignore it, toweling off quickly, but the moment the cool air hit my naked body, a wave of pure need slammed into me.

“Oh god…” I moaned, gripping the bathroom counter. My reflection showed flushed cheeks, hard n*****s, and thighs glistening with fresh arousal. The conservative part of me panicked, but the hidden slutty side roared to life.

How do I deal with this-

I stumbled to the bed, thighs rubbing together with every step. The friction only made it worse. Slick coated my inner thighs now, dripping obscenely. There was only one way.

I reached for the bag of toys Kaden had bought, pulling out the thick medium dildo with trembling hands. But even as I pressed the head against my soaked entrance, it wasn’t enough.

My body craved real dominance. Knots. Teeth. Hands pinning me down.

I whimpered as I thrusted the toy inside me anyway, gasping at the stretch. “Christian…” I whimpered, but his name twisted in my mouth. Flashes of Kaden’s strong hands and Edward’s familiar touch invaded my mind as I thrust the dildo deeper, hips rolling desperately.

The pleasure built fast and brutal. My walls clenched hard and I cried hard feeling intense desperation, but the heat only flared hotter. Haze had me fully now with body burning, mind hazy with lust and p***y clenching greedily around the silicone that couldn’t satisfy the deep wolf need for a real alpha knot.

I was panting, sweating, already reaching for the toy again when a sharp knock sounded on my bedroom door. “Savanna.” Kaden’s deep voice filtered through the wood, rough and strained.

“I can smell you from the hallway. Are you alright?”

I froze, the thick dildo still buried inside my dripping cunt and my juices soaking the sheets. Panic and shameful arousal warred inside me. I was naked, in heat, and my father-in-law was right outside the door- knowing exactly what was happening.

“Savanna,” he growled again, lower this time. “

“Answer me.”

My inner walls clenched hard around the toy at the sound of his commanding tone. A fresh gush of slick spilled out.

Oh God! Could it get any worse and shameful?