FATED TABOOS: A Spicy Werewolf Erotica Collection

MY ALPHA FATHER'S BEST FRIEND 14

MAYA

Two days feels like an eternity.

I’m pacing my room, restless and anxious, waiting for Damon to call or text or something. He said he’d figure out how to talk to Dad, but what if he changes his mind? What if he decides it’s too complicated after all?

My wolf is going crazy, whining and pacing, wanting her mate.

Because that’s what he is. Mate. Not just a crush or infatuation. The real thing.

It’s almost midnight when my phone finally buzzes.

*Tomorrow night. Meet me at the old cabin on the border between our territories. Midnight.*

My heart races.

*Why there?

Because I’m going to claim you properly. And I don’t want any interruptions.*

Heat floods through me.

*What about my dad?

I’ll talk to him after. Once you’re already mine. Once the bond is complete and irreversible.

That’s your plan? Claim me first, ask permission later?

Yes. Because I’m not giving him the chance to forbid it. You’re mine, Maya. And after tomorrow night, everyone will know it.*

I grin at my phone, my whole body humming with anticipation.

*I’ll be there.

Come alone. And Maya?

Yeah?

Don’t wear anything you want to keep. Because I’m going to rip it off you.*

Oh my god.

I spend the next day in a state of nervous excitement. Dad notices, of course.

“You’re jumpy today,” he says at breakfast. “Everything okay?”

“Fine. Just excited about… things.” Not a lie, technically.

He studies me for a moment, then shrugs and goes back to his coffee.

Mom gives me a knowing look but doesn’t say anything. I wonder if she suspects. If her wolf senses something mine is trying to broadcast.

The day drags on forever. I try to distract myself—train with the pack, read, anything but all I can think about is tonight.

Midnight. The cabin. Damon.

Finally, after dinner, I retreat to my room and start getting ready.

I shower, shave everything, rub scented oil into my skin. Then I stand in front of my closet, trying to decide what to wear.

Something easy to remove, he said. Or something he can rip off.

I settle on a simple sundress—thin fabric, easy access. Nothing underneath. If he’s going to claim me, I want zero barriers between us.

At eleven-thirty, I slip out of my room. Dad’s office light is still on—he’s working late as usual. Perfect.

I shift to wolf form and run.

The cabin sits exactly on the border between Crescent Falls and Silver Ridge territory. It used to be a hunting lodge, decades ago, before the packs formalized their boundaries. Now it’s abandoned, forgotten by everyone except those who know where to look.

I shift back to human form and pull my dress on, then approach the cabin.

The door is open. Candlelight flickers inside.

My breath catches.

Damon’s here. And he’s prepared.

I step inside and my heart melts.

He’s lit candles everywhere, making the dusty old cabin feel almost romantic. There’s a blanket spread on the floor with pillows, and he’s standing in the center of it all, wearing jeans and nothing else.

His chest is bare, muscled and perfect. His dark hair is messy like he’s been running his hands through it. And his eyes—his eyes are molten gold, his wolf right at the surface.

“Maya,” he breathes.

I walk toward him slowly, drinking in the sight of him.

“You did all this for me?”

“For us.” He reaches out and pulls me close. “I wanted it to be special. Wanted you to remember this night forever.”

“I will. No matter what.”

He cups my face, his thumb brushing my cheek. “Are you sure about this? Once we complete the bond, there’s no undoing it. You’ll be mine and I’ll be yours. Forever.”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

He kisses me then, soft and sweet and full of love. Not rushed or desperate, just… perfect.

“I love you,” he murmurs against my lips.

“I love you too.”

His hands slide down to my waist, then lower, grasping the hem of my dress.

“May I?”

I nod, raising my arms.

He pulls the dress up and over my head in one smooth motion, then freezes when he realizes I’m completely naked underneath.

“f**k, Maya.” His eyes darken, traveling over every inch of me. “You’re perfect. So f*****g perfect.”

I reach for his jeans, popping the button. “Your turn.”

He helps me push them down, and then he’s naked too, and I get my first real look at him.

He’s huge. Everywhere. All muscle and strength and raw masculine power.

And his c**k—oh god, his c**k is massive. Thick and long and already hard, pressing against his stomach.

“Don’t be nervous,” he says, seeing my expression. “I’ll make it good for you. I promise.”

“I know you will.”

He lowers me onto the blanket, settling between my legs. His weight on top of me feels incredible—heavy and warm and safe.

“We’ll go slow,” he murmurs, kissing down my neck. “I want to savor every second of this.”