CLAIMED BY MY ALPHA DADDY

Chapter 2. Steamy Hot Dinner

DAMIEN

The dining room felt like a pressure chamber by the time Elena excused herself for that healer call. The second her footsteps faded down the hall, the silence between Sofia and me turned weaponized.

She didn’t waste it.

“You’ve barely said ten words to me all night,” she said, voice low, almost playful. She leaned forward, elbows on the table, t**s pressing against the neckline of that f*****g dress. “Scared of what might come out if you open your mouth, Mr. Voss?”

I met her eyes. Held them. “I’m not scared of anything, little girl.”

Her lips curved. Slow. Dangerous. “Then why do you keep looking at me like you want to eat me alive… and then pretend you don’t?”

My c**k jerked so hard I had to grip the edge of the table. Pre-c*m was steadily soaking through my boxers now, the head swollen and slick. Her scent, strawberries, honey, desperate virgin slick…was drowning me.

“Careful,” I said, voice gravel-rough. “You don’t know what you’re inviting.”

She tilted her head. “Maybe I do. Maybe I’ve been wet since the second you said my name in the foyer.”

The words hit like a punch. My knot pulsed at the base of my shaft, already thickening with the need to lock inside her. I leaned in, close enough that I could see the flutter of her pulse in her throat.

“You think you can handle what happens if I stop pretending?” I asked quietly.

Her breath hitched. Thighs rubbed together under the table, I could hear the faint slick sound of it. “Try me.”

Our fingers brushed again when I reached for the wine decanter. This time neither of us pulled away. Her skin was fever-hot. Her thumb stroked once across my knuckle—slow, deliberate.

I growled low in my chest. “Sofia.”

She shivered at her name in my mouth. “Say it again.”

“Dinner’s over,” I said instead, forcing my hand back. “Go to your room.”

Her eyes flashed. “Make me.”

I stood. Towered over her. She didn’t flinch. Just looked up at me with those wide, glassy eyes, lips parted, chest rising and falling too fast.

“Go,” I repeated, softer this time. Almost a plea.

She stood slowly. Smoothed her dress with shaking hands. The hem rode up just enough to flash black lace again. She stepped around the table close enough that her breast brushed my arm as she passed.

“Goodnight… Daddy,” she whispered, the word barely audible, but it landed like a brand.

Then she walked out. Hips swaying. Scent trailing behind her like smoke.

I waited exactly thirty seconds after her footsteps disappeared.

Then I strode to my office. Locked the door. Lights off except for the low desk lamp.

Her scent was still on my fingers. I brought them to my mouth, tasted salt and sweetness and pure f*****g omega need.

Belt undone. Zipper down. c**k freed, heavy, thick, veins standing out, head glistening with pre-c*m that wouldn’t stop leaking.

I wrapped my fist around it. Pumped once. Hard.

Pictured her on her knees in front of me right now, dress shoved up, thong ripped aside, my hand fisted in her hair while she choked on every inch I fed her.

Pictured bending her over this desk, legs spread wide, crying my name while I slammed into her virgin cunt, knot swelling, stretching her until she sobbed and came so hard she blacked out.

I stroked faster. Brutal. Groaning low. Knot throbbing uselessly at the base.

The door handle turned.

I froze.

The lock clicked, someone had a key.

The door opened just enough for her to slip inside.

Sofia.

She stood there in the doorway, backlit by the hall light, dress clinging to every curve, eyes wide and dark.

She saw me, c**k in hand, fist wrapped tight around it, pre-c*m dripping over my knuckles, chest heaving.

For one heartbeat neither of us moved.

Then her gaze dropped to my shaft. Lingered. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips.

“f**k,” she breathed.

I didn’t cover myself.

I didn’t tell her to leave.

I just stared at her. wolf eyes glowing faintly in the dark, and rasped, “Get out.”

But she didn’t.

She stepped inside.

Closed the door behind her.

And locked it.