I Thought It Was My Husband When I Was Drunk, Until His Father Pulled Me Into His Bed

Chapter 2 Wrong Room

The thing thickened like a switch had been flipped, going from half-hard to rock-solid in one brutal heartbeat. Veins bulged along the shaft, and raw, primal Alpha power pulsed through every rigid inch of it.

My hand couldn't even wrap all the way around it. The thing twitched and bucked against my palm like it had a mind of its own, straining to break free.

I should have known something was off right then. But the alcohol had turned my brain to mush, and all I did was giggle against his shoulder. "Mmm, someone's excited tonight," I purred. "What's gotten into you, Alpha?"

I pressed myself closer and kept working him, stroking up and down that impossibly thick shaft. My thumb circled the swollen head, flushed dark and already slick, then drifted lower to cup the heavy weight of his balls.

So thick. So impossibly long.

I could feel him still swelling under my touch, hotter and harder by the second. Every vein and ridge stood out sharp beneath my fingertips.

Even with heat blazing across my cheeks, the only thought running through my drunk little head was whether my Alpha planned to absolutely destroy me tonight.

My mind was already racing ahead, imagining how it would feel when he finally pushed inside me. The ache between my legs pulsed in waves I couldn't fight anymore. Deep inside, Ayla howled wild and frantic, clawing at my ribs, begging me to take him.

I was seconds from climbing on top and sinking down onto that c**k myself when he spoke.

"My Luna... I can't hold back much longer..."

The voice came right against my ear. Low, ragged, shaking with the effort of restraint.

Every muscle in my body locked up.

The last shred of sobriety left in me screamed a warning. That voice did not belong to Vincent. But I knew it. God help me, I knew exactly whose voice it was.

The man turned over slowly, and the cold moonlight carved out every line of his face.

A scream ripped out of my throat.

Oh, Moon Goddess. The man I'd been grinding on, stroking, practically begging for, was not my Alpha, Vincent. He was Sebastian Ashford, Vincent's father, the Former Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack. And my little hand was still wrapped tightly around his thick, burning c**k.

I never imagined Sebastian would be this big.

Sebastian couldn't control himself either. His c**k twitched and jumped between my fingers like a caged beast that had finally caught a scent.

"Oh!" I yelped, snatching my hand back like I'd grabbed a hot stove.

The shame hit me like a freight train. I stared at Sebastian with wide, panicked eyes, and it took a long moment before I could force any words past the lump in my throat. "F-Father... what are you doing in my room?"

"Your room?" Sebastian's brow furrowed, his own eyes just as wide. "Scarlett, this is my room."

Oh, Moon Goddess. I was the drunk one. I had stumbled into his room.

The initial shock drained away just enough for the real embarrassment to come flooding in, creeping up my neck and spreading hot across both cheeks.

Sebastian swung his legs off the bed like he was about to stand up. I stumbled back two steps, my heart pounding out of my chest. "W-what are you doing?" I stammered.

I wasn't the only one panicking. Sebastian's hands weren't steady either. He grabbed a pair of boxers off the nightstand with one rough, calloused hand and cleared his throat twice. "Get dressed. Now," he ordered, his voice tight.

Blood rushed to my face so fast I thought my cheeks might burst. I dropped into a clumsy crouch and scrambled to gather the clothes scattered across the floor.

But the moment I bent down, Sebastian's c**k filled my entire line of sight. It hung right there, massive and completely exposed, impossible to look away from.