THE ALPHA’S ABOMINATION: BOUND TO MY STEPDAD

Chapter 2

I stood there, completely exposed, my heart drumming a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I should have reached for the towel. I should have covered myself. But I couldn't move. The way his eyes raked over my body—from my flushed face down to my bare, aching breasts—made me feel more claimed than any wolf-mark ever could.

He cleared his throat, but the sound was rough, like gravel. He stayed in the doorway, his large frame blocking any escape, but his expression was tight, warring with himself.

"I... I didn't think you'd be back so soon," he started, his voice uncharacteristically strained. He tried to look at the wall, but his gaze kept snapping back to me, lingering on the curve of my hips. "I just wanted to see if you liked the gift. Your mother... she said you liked gold."

I didn't answer. I just stood my ground, my chest heaving, letting him see exactly what he was doing to me.

"Bella, you should put something on," he muttered, though he didn't move an inch. He stepped into the room, finally closing the door behind him with a soft, heavy thud. "You're going to catch a cold. And I... I'm your stepfather. I shouldn't be standing here."

"But you are," I whispered, my voice trembling. "And you’re not looking away, Daddy."

The word Daddy hit him like a physical blow. I saw his jaw clench so hard the muscles popped. He took another step, the scent of rain and Alpha musk rolling off him in waves, filling my lungs until I was lightheaded.

"You're an adult now," he growled, the "nervous" part of him vanishing as his eyes darkened to a predatory black. He was looking at my n*****s, which were pebbled and hard in the cool air. "You've been running around this house for weeks trying to get me to look. Well, I'm looking, Bella. Is this what you wanted?"

He was so close now I could feel the heat radiating off his body. My p***y was slick, a heavy ache pulsing between my legs. I reached out, my small hand landing on his damp shirt, feeling the rock-hard muscle underneath.

"I want more than for you to look," I breathed, looking up at him through my lashes. "I want you to stop pretending you're my father and start acting like my Alpha."

His eyes widened, the shock of my words hitting him like a physical blow. I didn't care. I was tired of being the "perfect" daughter. I wanted him, and with my mother gone, there was nothing left to stop me.

I stepped into his space, my bare skin finally meeting his. I pressed my naked body flush against his hard chest. He growled, the sound vibrating deep in his throat as my breasts crushed against his pec muscles. I could feel the heat radiating off him—it was intoxicating.

I slowly stroked his chest, watching his breath hitch, before I moved one hand down to cup my own breast. I squeezed, showing him exactly what I wanted him to do.

"What are you doing, Bella?" he groaned, his voice hoarse and jagged. I didn't answer with words. Instead, I leaned in and pressed my lips to the pulse point on his neck, nipping at the skin. He flinched, his body tensing like a coiled spring.

"No... no, this isn't right," he muttered, his resolve crumbling even as he tried to pull away.

I didn't let him. I grabbed his hand and forced it onto my breast. His eyes went wide as his fingers brushed my hardened n****e. I took his other hand and placed it on the other side, molding his palms to my shape. He couldn't help himself—his fingers curled, squeezing me until I let out a sharp, needy moan. My legs were trembling, my p***y throbbing so hard I could barely stand.

"Please, Daddy... f**k me. I need you to f**k me," I said, the words bold and shameless.

Sweat beaded on his forehead as he stared down at me. I could see the battle in his eyes, but his hands were already moving, massaging me with a grip that left no doubt about his strength. He pulled me flush against him, and I felt it—his d**k was rock-hard, straining against his pants.

He leaned down, his mouth inches from my ear, his breath hot and ragged. "What did you say you wanted?" he whispered, his thumb raking across my n****e and sending a jolt of electricity straight to my core.

"I want you," I groaned, grinding my hips against that massive bulge. My hand drifted down, searching for the zipper that stood between me and what I’d been craving for five years. "I want my Alpha."

With a low, guttural growl, his hands moved from my breasts to my waist, his fingers digging into my skin as he hoisted me up. I wrapped my legs around his hips instinctively, my wet heat pressing directly against the hard, thick ridge of his c**k through his denim.

He slammed me back against the bedroom door, the thud echoing through the empty house. The impact jarred my bones, but the sensation of being pinned by his massive frame was exactly what I’d been dreaming of.

"You have no idea what you’ve done," he rasped against my mouth, his breath smelling like rain and raw hunger. "I’ve been trying to stay away from you. Trying to be the man your mother thinks I am. But you... you’ve been begging for this."

"So give it to me," I challenged, my head lolling back as he buried his face in my neck.

He didn't just kiss me; he marked me. His teeth grazed my skin, nipping and sucking at the junction of my shoulder until I was sobbing his name. His hands slid down, cupping my ass and squeezing hard, pulling my pelvis flush against his. I could feel every inch of him—he was huge, a monster of a man, and he was finally mine.

He let me slide down his body slowly, the friction of his clothes against my bare skin making my toes curl. The second my feet hit the floor, his hands were on his belt. He ripped it open with a violent tug, the sound of the zipper loud in the quiet room.

My breath caught as he pushed his pants down, releasing his length. He was thick, pulsing, and already weeping for me. I didn't hesitate; I dropped to my knees. I wanted to taste him, to show him how much I had studied his body from the shadows.

"Bella, wait—" he groaned, his hand tangling in my hair to hold me back, but his hips were already thrusting forward, seeking the heat of my mouth.

I looked up at him, my eyes dark with a hunger that matched his. "I'm not waiting anymore, Daddy."

I leaned in, my tongue licking the tip of him, watching as his eyes rolled back into his head. His Alpha persona was gone, replaced by a man who was completely undone by the girl he was supposed to protect.

As I dropped to my knees on the cold floor, the contrast of the chilled air on my back and the radiating heat coming off him making my skin prickle. He stood over me like a titan, his breath coming in jagged, uneven hitches. When I reached out and wrapped my fingers around him, he let out a sound that wasn't human—a deep, vibrating rumble that started in his chest and ended in a moan.

He was massive, his skin dark and pulsing with a heavy throb that matched the beat of my own heart. I leaned in, the scent of him—pure Alpha, musk, and rain—overwhelming my senses.

The first time my tongue swiped across the velvet-soft head of his c**k, his knees buckled. A loud, wet slap echoed in the room as his thighs tensed. I looked up at him through my lashes, my mouth watering. I took him in slowly, my lips stretching wide to accommodate his thickness.

The sound was intoxicating—the wet, rhythmic sliding of my mouth against his skin, the "schlick" of my saliva coating him as I moved deeper.

"Bella... f**k," he hissed, his fingers tangling in my hair. He wasn't gentle anymore. His grip was firm, guiding my head, forcing me to take more than I thought I could.

I swallowed him down, my throat tight, my eyes tearing up from the sheer size of him. Every time I reached the base, my nose pressed into his coarse pubic hair, inhaling the raw pheromones that made my wolf scream inside me. I could feel him twitching against my tongue, his entire body shaking with the effort not to finish right then and there.

"You're so tight," he groaned, his voice dropping into that predatory Alpha register. "The way you'm sucking me... I'm going to lose it, Bella. I’m going to ruin you."

I responded by sucking harder, using my hand to stroke the base where my mouth couldn't reach. I swirled my tongue around the ridge, mimicking the way I wanted him to move inside me later. He began to thrust his hips instinctively, his c**k sliding deep into my throat, making me gag slightly. Instead of pulling away, I leaned into it, loving the feeling of him claiming even the inside of my mouth.

The room was filled with the sounds of his heavy breathing and the messy, wet slurps of my mouth working over him. I could feel his pre-c*m slicking my lips, salty and hot. He was getting closer; I could feel the tension in his thighs as he locked his legs, his hands now pinning my head to his crotch as he rode the edge of his climax.

"Stop," he suddenly gasped, his voice breaking. He pulled me back by my hair, forcing me to look up at his face. His eyes were completely black, his pupils blown wide with lust. "If you keep doing that, I won't make it to bed. And I want to be inside you when I break."

He hauled me up to my feet, my body slick with my own desire and the traces of him. He didn't give me a second to breathe before he spun me around, pressing my face against the cool wood of the door. This is finally happening.