MY ALPHA FATHER'S BEST FRIEND 20
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DAMON
We shower together—which takes longer than it should because I can’t keep my hands off her and then get dressed.
I watch her pull on jeans and a soft sweater, admiring how comfortable she looks here. Like she belongs.
Because she does. This is her home now.
We head downstairs and the smell of coffee and breakfast hits us immediately. In the kitchen, my Beta Garrett is cooking, along with his mate Rachel.
“Morning, lovebirds,” Garrett grins. “Figured you’d be hungry after last night.”
Maya blushes. “The walls aren’t soundproof, are they?”
“Not even a little bit,” Rachel says cheerfully. “But don’t worry, we’re all happy for you. It’s nice to hear our Alpha so… satisfied.”
I growl playfully at Garrett. “Watch it.”
“Just speaking the truth, boss.”
We sit down to breakfast—eggs, bacon, toast, fruit. Maya eats like she’s starving, which makes sense given how many calories we burned last night.
Throughout the morning, pack members stop by to welcome Maya officially. Young wolves who are excited to have a Luna. Mothers with pups who want her blessing. Warriors who pledge their loyalty to her.
She handles it all with grace and warmth, making each person feel seen and valued.
I watch her with pride. She’s a natural leader, just like I knew she would be.
By afternoon, we’re both exhausted from socializing.
“Want to take a break?” I ask. “Come on,” I murmur. “Let’s go upstairs. I’m not done worshiping you yet.”
“Oh? What did you have in mind?”
I grin wickedly. “You’ll see.”
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MAYA
When we get to our bedroom, Damon closes and locks the door behind us.
“Strip,” he commands, his voice already rough with desire.
I obey, slowly removing my clothes while he watches with hungry eyes.
When I’m naked, he circles me slowly, taking in every inch.
“Perfect,” he murmurs. “Absolutely perfect.”
He’s still fully clothed, and something about that—me naked while he’s dressed makes me feel vulnerable and aroused.
“On the bed,” he says. “On your back.”
I climb onto the bed and lie down, watching as he moves to the nightstand and pulls out something I don’t recognize.
Silk ties.
“What are those for?” My voice comes out breathless.
“I want to try something.” He kneels on the bed beside me. “I want to tie your hands. Make you completely at my mercy.”
Heat floods through me. “Okay.”
“You sure? We don’t have to…”
“I trust you. I want to try it.”
His eyes darken with approval. “Good girl.”
He takes my right wrist and gently ties it to the headboard with one of the silk ties. Then my left. When he’s done, my arms are stretched above my head, completely vulnerable to him.
He stands back to admire his work, and I can see the bulge in his jeans.
“f*****g beautiful,” he breathes. “Spread your legs.”
I obey, opening myself to him.
He strips slowly, torturously, making me watch. When he’s finally naked, his c**k is hard and leaking.
But instead of touching me, he just stands there. Looking.
“Damon,” I whimper. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Touch me. Do something. Anything.”
“I will. But first, I want you to understand something.” He kneels on the bed between my spread legs. “Right now, you’re completely mine. Bound and helpless. I can do whatever I want to you.”
The words send a shiver through me.
“And what I want,” he continues, trailing one finger up my inner thigh, “is to make you come so many times you beg me to stop. Then I’m going to keep going anyway.”
Oh god.
His finger reaches my p***y and he circles my entrance but doesn’t enter.
“Already so wet. Did being tied up turn you on, little wolf?”
“Yes,” I admit.
“Good. Because it turned me on too. Seeing you like this, trusting me completely, giving yourself over to my control.”
His finger finally slides inside me and I arch my back, pulling against the restraints.
“That’s it. Pull all you want. You’re not going anywhere.”
He adds a second finger, pumping slowly while his thumb finds my c**t.
“I’m going to make you come just like this first. With my fingers. Want to feel your p***y squeeze me.”
He sets a steady rhythm, curling his fingers on each stroke. I’m already close, wound tight from the anticipation.
“Come,” he commands.
And I do, crying out as the orgasm rolls through me.
But he doesn’t stop. Just keeps pumping his fingers, working me through it and building toward another one.
“Too…sen…si..tive,” I gasp.
“I know. But you can take it.”
He leans down and takes my n****e into his mouth, sucking hard while his fingers continue their relentless rhythm.
The combination of sensations is overwhelming. I come again, harder this time, my whole body shaking.
“That’s two,” he murmurs against my breast. “Let’s see how many more we can get.”
He moves down my body, settling between my legs. His tongue finds my c**t and I nearly levitate off the bed.
“Damon! I can’t…”
“Yes, you can.”
His tongue is merciless, licking and sucking and driving me higher. When he slides three fingers inside me, stretching me more than before, I come again with a scream.
“Three,” he says, satisfaction in his voice.
Tears are streaming down my face from the intensity. Every nerve ending is on fire.
“Color?” he asks, checking in.
“Green,” I gasp. “So green.”
“Good girl.”
He continues eating me out, his tongue doing absolutely sinful things. I lose count of how many times I come. Five? Six? Everything blurs together into one continuous wave of pleasure.
Finally, when I’m a boneless, trembling mess, he moves back up my body.
“Had enough?” he asks, kissing my tear-stained cheeks.
“I don’t know. Maybe one more?”
He laughs. “Greedy little wolf.”
He positions his c**k at my entrance and slides home in one smooth thrust.
We both groan at the sensation.
“Even after all that, you’re still so tight,” he marvels.
“Because you’re huge,” I manage to say.
He starts moving, slow and deep, making me feel every inch of him.
“I love you,” he says, leaning down to kiss me. “Love you so f*****g much.”
“Love you too. Please, Damon. I need—”
“I know what you need.”
He picks up the pace, driving into me harder, faster. One hand moves to my c**t, rubbing in perfect circles.
“One more,” he growls. “Give me one more and then I’ll fill you up. Fill this perfect p***y with my cum.”
The dirty talk combined with his skillful fingers pushes me over the edge. I come one final time, my p***y clamping down on him like a vice.
“f**k!” He buries himself deep and I feel him pulse, flooding me with his release.
He stays inside me as we both catch our breath, then reaches up to untie my wrists.
The second my hands are free, I wrap them around him, pulling him close.
“That was incredible,” I breathe.
“You’re incredible.” He kisses me softly. “You okay? I didn’t hurt you?”
“I’m perfect. Better than perfect.”
He carefully withdraws and pulls me into his arms.
“We should probably clean up,” he murmurs.
“In a minute. I just want to stay like this for a while.”
“Whatever you want, little wolf. Whatever you want.”
We lie there tangled together, the bond humming contentedly between us.
This is my life now. This man, this pack, this love.
And I wouldn’t change a single thing.
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