Tempted By My Boyfriend's Alpha Father

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Leora

It's midnight, and I can't f*****g sleep.

My wolf is going insane. She craves her mate who's currently sleeping in the next room. I crave him too. Alpha Alexander. I know he saw Dante and I earlier too. I'm sure of it.

In fact, I wanted him to.

I want to slowly drive him mad. Since he's refused to acknowledge our bond, I want to give him a reason to. To taunt him. To know if he's truly not interested. And so, I messed around Dante. I could feel his eyes on me as I f****d his son's fingers, wishing they were his. Imagining they were.

And f**k, it made me wetter than I have ever been.

Dante snores and flips over as I lie on my back, my thighs clenched as I visualize sneaking into the next room and waking his dad with my mouth on his c**k. I can't get him out of my head. Mate bonds would do that to you, and he knows this. So why does he insist on torturing me? Why does he insist on pretending that seeing me, but not touching me hurts him as much as it hurts me?

It's been months since the formal introduction, and every goddamn time I convince myself it's all in my head, that I imagined the bond coming alive. That perhaps, it was the festive air. But Christmas is over and yet my need for him has only grown stronger since then. My body...aches for him. For his c**k. For his c*m to fill me up.

I imagine him f*****g me, his arrogant mouth on my p***y. It's gotten so bad that when Dante and I f**k, I have him do me from behind so I can pretend it's his dad's hands digging into my hips and his breath in my ear as he drives into me. But then it's over too quickly and I'm left wet and wanting, wondering if his dad would make me come.

Turning my head to see Dante, I check that he's still asleep, his blond haired tousled. He looks nothing like his father. When I first saw him, I thought he was cute. He'd make a cute Alpha. But his dad... Alpha Alexander is like a f*****g aged wine, better with time.

Licking my lips, I roll my head away and close my eyes, trying to force myself to sleep. It's no use. My mind flashes back to those dark eyes locked on my body, the way I could feel his gaze burning a path across my skin as I put on a show for him. Did he like it?

Did he touch himself?

Biting my lip to contain my moan, I glide my hand silently across my thigh, parting them slightly as I slip my fingers into my panties, finding myself wet.

Shit.

I stop and suck in a breath. This is twisted, Leora, even for you. I force my thoughts away, but just as easily as I do, they come back. I visualise those dark hands parting my thighs and that sinful mouth closing on my p***y like he owns it. Arching up slightly, I curl my finger around my c**t, imagining it's his tongue.

His thick fingers trace down my lips and part them to reveal me to his hungry gaze. Trailing my fingers down, I slide one and then another inside me, gasping at the stretch. My heart thunders. If Dante wakes up now, if he sees me... If he knew I was touching myself over his dad...

The thought makes me hotter, and I kick off the covers slightly, widening my thighs as I raise my hips to meet my fingers, setting a quick, hard rhythm. It would be dirty and quick, his skilful mouth and fingers demanding my release. I'm so close...when Dante's snores stop. Eyes flaring open, I yank my fingers away and turn my head to meet his gaze as he blinks the sleep away.

If I can't have his dad, I'll have him.

The dirty thought hits me suddenly. What if his dad hears us? He's only next door, and the bedroom door is slightly ajar. He could.

"Hey, babe," I murmur. He yawns tiredly and flips onto his back.

In one smooth move, I roll over and straddle his lithe hips, pressing my soaked p***y to his boxer-covered c**k. I rock against him as he fully wakes up. He blinks in shock but reaches up and grabs my hips. "Leora, what the—"

"I want you," I whisper, leaning down and kissing him. He kisses me back, but it doesn't do much, so I lift my head, grab his hand, and pull it up to my chest, making him cup my tit.

He groans, his c**k jerking beneath me, and squeezes them, but not hard enough. It's clear Dante is more...vanilla than me, but I'm trying. Raising my hips, I reach between us, tug down his boxers, and circle his hard c**k. He stretches over to the nightstand and grabs a condom, slipping it on quickly.

Pushing aside my panties, I notch him at my entrance and then slam myself down, taking him in one thrust. Moaning loudly, I close my eyes and rock on top of him, lifting and dropping and rolling my hips, desperately seeking my own release. My eyes stay closed as I shiver and rub my c**t, hard and fast, imagining his dad in the next room hearing.

Listening.

His hand wrapped around his c**k as he f***s it, thrusting up, pretending it's me. A moan slips free at that, so Dante reaches up, trying to cover my mouth.

"Shush," Dante hisses. "My dad could hear."

Fuck, I hope so.

Reaching behind me, I lay my hands on his thighs and lean back in a long line, rolling my hips and watching his c**k slip in and out of me, wishing it was someone else's. I stutter at that, at Dante's face, so I close my eyes and turn my head slightly and get back to my fantasy.

I'm back to moaning in no time with Dante groaning beneath me as he f***s me desperately. I can tell he's already close, so I race to keep up, my finger rubbing fiercely at my c**t.

A noise has my eyes opening. It wasn't particularly loud, but for some reason it caught my attention. Dante is too lost to notice, but I do. There's a shadow in the hallway. I freeze for a second, knowing who it is. The big outline moves, shifting slightly, and the floorboard creaks again—that was the sound I heard.

I should be disgusted, I should stop.

But I don't. My p***y clenches at the sight of him, knowing he's watching me, so I roll my hips harder and rub my c**t. I keep my eyes on Dante's dad's shadow, and with a whimper, I come. My p***y clamps around Dante's c**k as he grunts and stills below me. But I still don't look away, my eyes on the shadow.

Dante reaches up and cups my head, turning me to him before sitting up slightly and kissing me. "That was great, go clean up," he murmurs, as he slaps my hip to get me moving.

Swallowing, I climb off him, my eyes going to the door, but it's empty now. Did I imagine it...or was he really there?