MY ALPHA FATHER'S BEST FRIEND 10
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MAYA
Dad’s office is on the opposite side of the house. I can hear him on the phone, his Alpha voice carrying through the walls as he deals with pack business.
Perfect.
I slip downstairs and out the back door, shifting to wolf form the second I hit the trees.
My white wolf streaks through the forest, moving fast and silent. The full moon is huge overhead, turning everything silver. My wolf feels powerful, alive, desperate to get to our…mate?
Because that’s what Damon is, I realize. Even if he won’t admit it. Even if we haven’t completed the bond.
He’s mine. And I’m his.
I just need to make him accept it.
I reach the north gate in ten minutes, shifting back to human form behind a cluster of trees. I pull my hoodie back on, zipping it up. I’m naked underneath—shifting destroys clothes but I don’t care.
Actually, that might work in my favor.
Headlights appear on the road. Damon’s truck.
The guard at the gate—a wolf named Marcus nods to him and waves him through. They exchange a few words I can’t hear, then Damon’s driving through.
He parks just inside the gate and climbs out, looking around.
I step out from the trees.
His eyes find me immediately, and even in the moonlight I can see them flash gold.
“Maya.” My name is a rough growl. “What are you wearing?”
“Just a hoodie.” I walk toward him slowly. “I had to shift to get here faster.”
His nostrils flare as he scents the air. Realizes I’m naked under the hoodie.
“f**k,” he breathes. “You’re going to kill me.”
“That’s the plan.”
I close the distance between us. He’s wearing jeans and a dark t-shirt, and he looks so good it hurts.
“This is a bad idea,” he says, but he doesn’t move away.
“You already said that.”
“I’m saying it again.”
“Noted.” I step closer, tilting my head back to look at him. “Now kiss me.”
“Maya…”
“You drove all the way here. Don’t waste it.”
His jaw clenches. I can see the war in his eyes—want versus should.
“One kiss,” I whisper. “That’s all I’m asking. And if you can honestly tell me you don’t feel anything, I’ll walk away.”
“You’re a terrible liar, little wolf.”
“So don’t make me lie. Just kiss me.”
He stares at me for a long moment. Then his hand comes up to cup my face, his thumb brushing my cheek.
“This changes nothing,” he says roughly.
“Okay.”
“I’m still leaving after this.”
“Okay.”
“And we’re not…this can’t…”
I rise up on my toes and press my lips to his, cutting off whatever he was about to say.
For half a second, he’s frozen. Then he’s kissing me back, fierce and desperate, like a wolf who’s been starving and finally found food.
His other hand slides into my hair, gripping tight, angling my head so he can kiss me deeper. I open for him and his tongue sweeps into my mouth, claiming me.
I moan and press closer, my hands fisting in his shirt. The hoodie zipper is between us, but I can still feel the heat of him through the fabric.
He walks me backwards until my back hits his truck, then presses his whole body against mine. I can feel his hard c**k against my stomach, can smell his arousal mixing with mine.
“f**k, Maya,” he groans against my mouth. “You smell so good. Taste so good.”
“Then don’t stop.”
His hand slides down from my hair to my throat, and he holds me there gently while he kisses me senseless. Not choking, just possessive. Claiming.
My wolf is howling in joy. *Yes. This. More.*
His other hand finds the zipper of my hoodie and slowly pulls it down.
“Tell me to stop,” he says against my lips.
“No.”
“Maya. Tell me to stop.”
“No. I want this. Want you.”
The zipper slides all the way down and the hoodie falls open. Cool night air hits my skin, making my n*****s harden even more.
Damon pulls back just enough to look at me. His eyes go molten gold as he takes in my naked body in the moonlight.
“Moon above,” he breathes. “You’re perfect.”
Then his mouth is on my neck, kissing and biting, and his hands are everywhere. Cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing my n*****s, sliding down my sides.
I arch into him, gasping. “Damon. Please.”
“Please what?”
“Touch me. Anywhere. Everywhere. I don’t care. Just…”
His hand slides between my legs and we both groan.
“f**k, you’re soaked,” he growls against my throat.
“For you. Only for you.”
His fingers slide through my wetness, circling my c**t. Pleasure shoots through me and I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Let me make you feel good, little wolf.”
He slides one thick finger inside me and I gasp at the intrusion. It feels so good, so much better than my own fingers.
“So tight,” he groans. “f**k, Maya. How are you so tight?”
“Because no one else has…” I gasp as he curls his finger, hitting something that makes stars explode behind my eyes. “No one else has touched me.”
He freezes. “What?”
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