Craving by My Bestfriend's Alpha

Under the relentless glow of Manhattan’s neon lights, in a city as cold and unforgiving as New York, I stood on the balcony of my best friend’s father’s penthouse. The night wind bit against my skin, but the heat I felt came from within, a forbidden fire burning through my body. My name is Elara Voss, a twenty-two-year-old omega who had just completed my art studies at NYU. I came to New York three years ago, leaving everything behind for a scholarship. Here, I met Sophia Blackwood, my best friend, my fellow student, and the only daughter of Alexander Blackwood, the most influential Alpha among the elite in the real estate business. Alexander Blackwood was forty-six years old. His body was tall and solid, like a statue carved from cold marble. His black hair had begun to gray at the temples, making him look even more lethal. His eyes were ice blue, his gaze enough to make anyone lower their head. He was a pure Alpha, dominant, and known for never binding himself to anyone after his wife died. But I knew the truth. It all started at Sophia’s twenty-first birthday party, here in this very penthouse. I had been looking for fresh air on the balcony when he appeared. His black suit hung slightly open, his white shirt clinging to his broad chest. The scent of cedar and bourbon wrapped around me instantly. "You shouldn’t be out here alone, little omega," he said, his voice low and rough, like a restrained growl. I froze when he stepped closer. His thumb brushed my lower lip, rough, pulling it down slightly as if testing how fragile I was. His eyes darkened when he saw my pupils dilate. "Don’t," I whispered, but my voice trembled with desire, not fear. "You’ve been smelling me for a long time, haven’t you?" A faint, cruel smile touched his lips. “I can smell your wetness every time you come to this house. You get wet for your best friend’s father, Elara.” That night, he did not touch me any further. Only his thumb on my lip and a dark promise in his eyes. But from that moment on, I was obsessed. I started coming to the penthouse more often under the pretense of delivering Sophia’s assignments. I stole glances when he worked in his study, his sleeves rolled up, the veins in his arms pronounced. I imagined those hands gripping my hips, tearing my clothes, marking my neck with an Alpha’s bite that would make me his forever. This obsession was dark. I knew it was wrong. Sophia was my best friend, the one who stayed with me on my first day in the dorms. If she ever found out I craved her father like this, our friendship would be destroyed. But I couldn’t stop. Tonight, Sophia was out of town for a family project. I came with the excuse of retrieving a book I had left behind. Alexander opened the door wearing only loose black pants, his chest bare, his Alpha scent so strong my knees nearly gave out. "You came again. Sophia isn’t here," he said flatly, but his eyes burned. "Come in," he ordered. I stepped inside. The door closed behind me. He moved in from behind, his large hand gripping my waist, pulling me back until my spine pressed against his hard chest. His lips brushed my ear. "You know this is wrong, don’t you?" he whispered. "I’m old enough to be your father. I was your father’s friend once. And now you’re wet just because I’m touching you." I shivered. "I don’t care...." His thumb returned to my lower lip, rougher this time. He turned me around, pressing me against the glass wall overlooking Central Park. The city lights glittered beneath us. "Say you’re afraid," he growled, his hand sliding to my neck, squeezing lightly. "Say you want me to stop." I met his dark eyes, filled with desire and power. Tears gathered in mine, not from fear of him, but because I knew I was already too far gone. "I’m afraid," I whispered hoarsely. "But I’m more afraid if you don’t touch me tonight." Alexander smiled, an Alpha’s smile full of victory and darkness. He lowered his head, his teeth grazing my neck, ready to leave a mark that would never fade. "Good," he murmured before biting. "Because I’ve wanted to devour you for a long time, little omega. And I have no intention of stopping." Alexander bit into my neck hard. His Alpha fangs pierced my soft skin, deep enough for a thin line of blood to spill. Pain mixed with a sharp, intoxicating pleasure, and I let out a soft cry, my body arching between the cold glass wall and his heat. "Fuck...." I moaned, my voice breaking. He didn’t release me. His tongue slid over the blood, sealing the wound with his heat. His Alpha scent exploded around me, so strong it made my head spin. I felt my body respond on a primal level, heat pooling between my thighs, soaking through my underwear until it dripped. "You’re drenched, little omega," he growled in my ear, his voice rough with long-restrained desire. "I can smell you from the hallway." His large hand slid beneath my dress, tearing my underwear in one rough motion. His fingers immediately found me, slick and swollen. Two of them pushed inside without mercy, deep and fast, making my body jerk. "Ahh… Mr. Blackwood… too rough," I moaned, even as my hips pushed back, begging for more. "Rough? This is just the beginning, sweetheart." He let out a low laugh, like distant thunder. He pulled his fingers out, then turned me to face him. Effortlessly, he lifted me, pressing me against the cold glass. My dress was torn from top to waist, my breasts exposed to the night air. His mouth closed over one n****e, sucking and biting greedily while his other hand worked open his pants. I felt the thick, hot head of him press against my soaked folds. I trembled just from the contact. "Look at me," he commanded. I met his ice-blue eyes, now nearly black with blown pupils. With one powerful thrust, he drove himself fully inside me to the hilt. "f**k!" I cried out. The fullness, the exquisite pain, made my legs tense in the air. He was so big, stretching me to my limits, hitting the deepest place inside me. Alexander gave me no time to adjust. He began to move, brutal and relentless, driving into me hard and deep again and again. Each thrust slammed my body against the glass, my breasts bouncing wildly. The wet sounds of us filled the luxurious penthouse. "This is what you wanted, isn’t it?" he growled between rough breaths. "Taken by your best friend’s father. Wanted by an Alpha twice your age." "Yes… yes…!" I cried, tears streaming down my face from the overwhelming pleasure. "Harder… please… f**k me..." He growled in satisfaction. His left hand gripped my throat, tightening just enough to make my breathing hitch, while his right hand grabbed my ass, pulling me deeper onto each thrust. He turned me again, bending me over the marble table in the living room. From behind, he drove into me with another savage thrust. This position pushed him even deeper. I could feel him striking my cervix every time. "You’re mine now," he said, slapping my ass hard. "Say you’re mine." "I’m yours, ahh! I’m yours, Mr. Blackwood!" He picked up the pace, his hand tangling in my hair, pulling it back until my spine arched. My first orgasm hit like a wave. My body convulsed violently, my walls clenching tightly around him as I came, heat spilling between us, soaking both our thighs. Alexander didn’t stop. He drove into me through it, harder, deeper, until with a thunderous Alpha’s roar that seemed to shake the room, he released deep inside me. Pulse after pulse, so much that it overflowed, spilling between us. He stayed inside me as we both struggled to catch our breath. His teeth returned to my neck, biting deeper than before, sealing a permanent mating mark. "You’re bound to me now, Elara," he whispered hoarsely, pressing a mocking, gentle kiss to the bite. "No one else is allowed to touch you but me." I gave a weak smile, my body still trembling from the aftermath. "I’m yours, sir…" ***