THE ALPHA’S ABOMINATION: BOUND TO MY STEPDAD

Chapter 3

The bed groaned under his weight as he loomed over me, a dark silhouette of pure power. The air in the room was thick with the scent of s*x and the impending storm outside. My skin felt electric, every nerve ending screaming for the impact of his body.

"You've been a very naughty girl, Bella," he rasped, his voice dropping into a register that made my toes curl. "I can’t believe you just did that. I can't believe you actually tasted me."

As he hovered over me, he didn't go straight in. He used the head of his c**k to tease me, dragging it slowly up and down the length of my slit. The friction was agonizingly perfect. Every time the velvet-soft tip brushed my c**t, a fresh wave of heat poured out of me. We both growled, a primal, low sound that echoed through the room. I was desperate; I reached down, my fingers trembling as I tried to guide him inside, but he caught my wrists and pinned them above my head with one hand.

"Wait," he breathed, his eyes boring into mine. "You're still a virgin, aren't you?"

I couldn't speak. I just nodded, my breath coming in shallow gasps. A dark, possessive smile spread across his face.

"Then we take it slow," he whispered. "I’m going to open you up first. I want you so wet you can’t think of anything but me."

He kept rubbing himself against my aching p***y while his free hand moved to my breasts. He kneaded the soft flesh before leaning down to take my right n****e into his mouth. The sensation was overwhelming—the heat of his mouth, the rough pull of his tongue, and the steady, rhythmic friction below. I arched my back, my hips bucking upward to find more of him, but his weight kept me anchored to the mattress.

"Please," I whimpered. "Please, Daddy, now."

"Not yet," he groaned against my skin, moving to the left breast, swirling his tongue around the peak until I was sobbing.

Then, he shifted. He positioned himself at my opening, the sheer size of him feeling impossible. He began to push, slowly, relentlessly. I felt my walls stretch to the breaking point, the pressure building until it turned into a sharp, searing heat.

"Look at me, Bella," he commanded.

As he gave one final, powerful thrust, I felt the barrier tear. A sharp scream ripped from my throat as he buried himself inside me to the hilt. The pain was sudden and white-hot, but beneath it, something shifted in my soul. My blood began to boil, a strange, wild energy racing through my veins. The "wolfless" girl was dying, and something fierce and hungry was clawing its way out from the inside.

He stayed still for a moment, letting me adjust to the fullness of him, his face contorted with the effort of holding back.

"You're so tight," he choked out, his muscles trembling. "You're mine now. Do you hear me? Mine."

The room fell silent, save for the sound of the rain lashing against the window and our jagged, synchronized breathing. He stayed perfectly still, buried deep inside me, his forehead pressed against mine as he waited for the initial sting to fade. He was so thick that I felt completely filled, every inch of my internal walls stretched to their limit by his massive length.

"Breathe, Bella," he whispered, his voice a low, soothing vibration that helped settle the panic in my nerves. "Just breathe for me."

Slowly—painfully slowly—he began to pull back. I felt the friction of his ribbed skin sliding against my tight entrance, and I whimpered, my fingers digging into the sheets. But then, he pushed back in, just as slow, his hips grinding in a circular motion that hit a spot deep inside me I never knew existed.

The pain started to melt, replaced by a heavy, syrupy heat. Every time he slid out and back in, the "schlick" of my virgin blood mixing with my arousal filled the room. It was a rhythmic, hypnotic sound. He was being so careful, so deliberate, treating me like something fragile even as his own body shook with the effort of not pounding into me.

"That's it," he groaned, his eyes never leaving mine. "You're taking it so well. You were made for me, weren't you?"

With every slow, deep thrust, the pleasure began to overtake the ache. I started to move with him, my hips lifting to meet him, begging for more. The slow pace was torturing me in the best way possible. I could feel the friction building, the heat in my core rising like a fever.

Then, something changed.

The heat in my blood didn't feel like lust anymore—it felt like fire. My heart began to beat with a frantic, wild rhythm that wasn't human. I looked up at him, and my vision blurred, shifting into a sharper, more vibrant world. I could hear the heartbeat of the trees outside; I could smell the scent of the forest on his skin a thousand times stronger than before.

"Daddy..." I gasped, but the word came out as a half-growl.

My fingernails sharpened, digging into his shoulders, drawing tiny beads of blood. The "wolfless" girl was gone. My inner wolf was finally waking up, and she didn't want it slow. She didn't want it to be gentle. She wanted her Alpha to claim her with everything he had.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking them tight, and arched my back off the bed. "Faster," I snarled, my voice sounding deeper, primal. "Stop being careful. Break me."

His eyes snapped to a glowing, molten gold as he saw the change in me. He knew. My wolf was here, and she was hungry.

The moment he saw the golden flash in my eyes, his last tether to humanity snapped. A thunderous growl ripped from his chest, and the "Daddy" who had been careful and gentle vanished. In his place was a predator who had been starving for five years.

He didn't say a word. He grabbed my thighs, his fingers bruising my skin, and yanked me to the edge of the bed. He didn't just thrust; he slammed into me with the force of a tidal wave. The bed frame cracked against the wall with every violent hit. The sound was raw—the rhythmic, meaty slap of his pelvis against mine, the "squelch" of my over-wet p***y struggling to hold him, and the guttural snarls escaping both our throats.

"You wanted the Alpha?" he roared, his voice vibrating through my very bones. "You've got him."

He didn't give me a second to catch my breath. He hauled me off the bed, my legs still locked around his waist, and carried me to the corner of the room. He pinned me against the cold, hard drywall, my back scraping against the surface as he hoisted me higher and drove upward. Every strike hit my cervix, sending sparks of white-hot pleasure and wolf-fire through my nervous system.

I was screaming, my head thrashed back, my teeth lengthening as the shift took hold. I wasn't just a girl anymore; I was a b***h in heat, and he was the only male on earth who could satisfy the burn.

"Mark me!" I hissed, my nails clawing deep furrows into the muscles of his back.

He let out a jagged breath, his movements becoming frantic, faster, and more shallow as the base of his c**k began to swell. I felt the agonizing, incredible stretch as his Alpha knot began to expand inside me. It was a massive, pulsing crown of flesh that locked us together, sealing me so tightly that not a drop of our shared fluids could escape.

I sobbed from the sheer fullness of it. I was stretched so wide I thought I might split, but my wolf was howling in triumph. We were joined. He was anchored deep inside my womb, his knot throbbing in sync with my racing heart.

"You're not going anywhere," he choked out, his arms wrapping around me like iron bands, crushing me to his chest as he began to pour his seed into me. The heat was boiling, a literal flood that made me go blind for a moment.

As the knot held us in that corner, trapped in a primal embrace, my bones began to crack and reform. The pain of the shift and the ecstasy of the knot blurred into one singular explosion of sensation. My fur began to sprout, my scent changed, and as I let out one final, high-pitched howl of release, I knew the truth.

I wasn't the wolfless stepdaughter anymore. I was the Alpha's mate, and I had finally been claimed.