THE ALPHA’S ABOMINATION: BOUND TO MY STEPDAD

Chapter 4

The knot held me captive, pinning me against the wall while my body finished its violent, beautiful transformation. I was panting, my tongue lolling out as my wolf-senses heightened every tiny detail—the smell of his sweat, the taste of the air, and the incredible, heavy throb of him inside me.

As the knot finally began to subside, I thought he would let me down. I thought it was over. But as my feet touched the floor, he didn't pull away. He stayed buried deep, his hands sliding down to grip my ass and pull me back against his front.

"You think because I knotted you, I'm finished?" he growled into my ear, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin of my new wolf-ear.

"Daddy..." I whimpered, my legs shaking so hard I could barely stand.

"I told you," he rasped, his voice dropping to a dangerous, low frequency. "We aren't done yet. I’ve spent five years watching you grow up, waiting for this moment. I’m going to keep filling you with my hot c*m until your p***y starts dripping with it. I want every inch of you smelling like me for weeks."

He spun me around and bent me over the desk in the corner, my chest hitting the hard wood. He didn't waste a second. He plunged back in, his c**k even harder than before, hitting my internal walls with the force of a sledgehammer.

The sounds in the room were filthy—the wet, heavy thud-slap of his groin hitting my backside, and the constant, messy squelch of his seed being churned inside me. Every time he withdrew, a thick, pearly string of his c*m leaked out, coating his shaft and my inner thighs, only for him to drive it all back inside with the next thrust.

"Look at it, Bella," he commanded, grabbing my hair and forcing me to look down at where we were joined.

I watched through a haze of lust as his thick, dark c**k disappeared into my swollen, red slit, disappearing and reappearing, covered in the evidence of his previous release. I was so full I felt like I was bursting, my womb heavy with him, but it wasn't enough.

"More," I snarled, my wolf taking over, my hips snapping back to meet his rhythm. "Fill me up again. Make me overflow."

He let out a roar that shook the windows, his pace turning into a blur of motion. He was relentless, a machine of muscle and heat. He reached around, his thumb finding my c**t and rubbing it raw while he pounded me from behind. The double stimulation sent me over the edge—I screamed as a fresh wave of orgasms tore through me, my p***y clamping down on him in a desperate, milking rhythm.

That was all it took. He stiffened, his muscles locking like stone, and I felt the scalding heat of his second release erupting deep inside my core. He didn't stop thrusting; he kept pumping, his balls tight against me as he forced every last drop into my body.

When he finally pulled out, a literal flood of him poured out of me, splashing onto the floor and coating my legs just like he promised.

He looked down at me, a dark, predatory smirk playing on his lips as he took in the sight of my trembling body and the mess of his seed coating my thighs.

"Aww, look at you," he cooed, though there was nothing sweet about his tone. It was pure Alpha dominance. "You look like a hot mess, Bella. But I’m not satisfied yet. I want you looking way messier than that."

I let out a weak groan, my muscles feeling like jelly. "Daddy, I’m so tired..."

"Tired?" He let out a dark chuckle that vibrated in the small space between us. "We’re just getting started. Your wolf is awake now, and she has a lot of catching up to do."

He scooped me up effortlessly, his strength making me feel like a doll, and tossed me back onto the center of the soaked mattress. He hovered over me for a heart-stopping second, his dark eyes roaming over my flushed skin and my swollen breasts.

"You love my c**k, don't you?" he growled, the question more of a command.

I couldn't even find my voice; I just nodded frantically, my eyes locked on his. He didn't stay on top for long. He sat back on the edge of the bed and hauled me onto his lap, facing him. He gripped my waist with hands like iron and lifted me up, positioning my dripping entrance right over his throbbing, purple-headed length.

I let out a ragged groan as he lowered me down slowly. I felt every inch of him stretching me open again, sliding through the slick mess he’d already left inside me. When I was fully seated on him, my c**t pressed against his lower belly, he gripped my ass and began to bounce me.

"I’m going to f**k you throughout the night," he whispered against my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. "Every time you think you’re empty, I’m going to fill you back up. Hope you’re ready for it, little wolf."

He started licking and biting at my n*****s, his tongue rough and hot, while he began thrusting upward with a violent, snapping rhythm. He held my boobs in his large hands, squeezing them until I was seeing stars. I was bouncing on him, my head thrown back, the wet slap-slap-slap of our bodies echoing in the room.

I was losing my mind. The world was nothing but the feeling of him inside me and the raw power of his hands on my skin. I was being broken and remade with every thrust, a total mess of pleasure and pain, just the way my Alpha wanted me.

The bedroom was a wreck of sweat and spilled seed, but he wasn't finished. He stood up with a grunt of effort, my legs still locked around his waist and his c**k still buried deep inside me. He walked toward the bathroom, each heavy footstep jarring my body and making him slide even deeper into my aching core.

He kicked the door open and stepped into the large glass shower, turning the handle until the water came out in a steaming, scalding spray. The heat hit my back, making me gasp, but it did nothing to cool the fire between my legs.

"Look at you," he rasped, pinning me against the wet tile wall. The water drenched us instantly, plastering my hair to my face and washing the initial layers of c*m down my legs, but the floor was already turning cloudy with the sheer amount of fluid he had pumped into me. "You think the water is going to wash away what I did to you? It’s deep inside you now, Bella. It’s part of your DNA."

He pulled out with a wet pop, and I nearly collapsed as the cold air hit my open, pulsing entrance. But he didn't let me fall. He turned me around, forcing my hands against the tiles and pushing my head down.

"Stay there," he commanded.

He grabbed a bottle of soap, but he didn't use it to clean me. He lathered his large, calloused hands and began to massage my ass and thighs, the slick suds making everything even more slippery. Then, he guided himself back in from behind. With the soap and the water, he slid in like lightning, hitting my cervix with a force that made me scream and leave claw marks on the glass.

"Please!" I sobbed, my voice echoing off the tiles. "It’s too much!"

"It’s exactly enough," he growled, his hands finding my hair and pulling my head back so he could see my face in the mirror. "Look at your eyes, Bella. That’s an Alpha’s mate looking back at you."

He began to f**k me with a frantic, splashing rhythm. The sound was deafening—the roar of the shower mixed with the filthy, wet thwack of his hips hitting my backside. He was relentless, his movements blurring as he drove me into the wall over and over. Every time he hit me, a mixture of water and his hot seed sprayed against the glass.

I was reaching my limit. My wolf was howling, my body vibrating with a tension that felt like it was going to shatter my bones. I felt his grip tighten, his muscles turning to steel as he prepared for one final, massive explosion.

"Take it all," he roared, his voice cracking with the strain.

He lunged forward, pinning me flat against the wall as he erupted again. The heat was blinding, a literal surge of pressure that filled my womb to the absolute limit. I felt my own climax hit at the exact same time, my internal muscles squeezing him so hard he let out a choked-off cry.

We stayed there for a long time, the hot water pouring over us, our breaths coming in ragged, wet gasps. I was leaning against the wall, my body supported only by his weight, watching as the evidence of our night swirled down the drain in a thick, white cloud.

He leaned down, kissing the mark he had left on my neck. "Happy birthday, Bella," he whispered darkly. "I think you finally got exactly what you wanted."