Knot Me Alpha Daddy

Reina POV I never prayed for a mate, not even after my twentieth birthday, two years after hitting eighteen. The only prayer I whispered to the Moon Goddess for two years remained the same. “Taking Daddy's filthy command and moaning his name loudly as he knots me.” Forbidden, right? But that's what I had been craving. It had been two years since I started seeing the Alpha as more than my best friend's father. Two years of secretly touching myself and imagining it was his hands roaming all over my body as I drove myself to climax. I was lying in the guest bed of the Mist cloud pack house, staring at the ceiling, fingers curled around the hem of my oversized shirt, when Iris knocked. I recognised the three soft raps. It was our code since we were sixteen. I rolled off the bed and cracked the door open. Iris stood in the dim hallway, already dressed in a tiny bikini top and shorts that barely qualified as fabric. "The party has started," she whispered. "Iris, your father said…" I started but she cut me off before I could finish. "Reina, are you not tired of always playing by the rules?" She snorted, tugging me by the wrist. "What's the fun in that?" "The fun is not getting killed by an Alpha." I pointed out squarely. Her father, Alpha Charles was the most terrifying man I'd ever met when he wasn't the center of my fantasy. "I am not missing the opportunity of getting f****d by Roman by the pool whether my dad is watching or not." She replied as if it was the most reasonable reply ever given. I could only shake my head. “ You two aren't even official.” I reminded her. “ f**k official. I just want to get laid already.” I knew I wasn't going to convince her so I stopped trying. The idea was terrible yet why did the thought of getting caught send something delicious and utterly sinful straight to my core? Charles never allowed Iris and I to attend the pack’s summer parties despite hitting the legal age two years ago. He always said something to do with “not get tainted” Well, I guess tonight is our night to understand how tainted we can get. We slipped our matching white bunny masks on at the top of the basement stairs and descended. The heat hit first. The pool glowed blue, bodies moving in and around it with zero inhibition. Drinks were everywhere accompanied with low and filthy music. Iris spotted Roman within thirty seconds. "Find someone to give your v-card to," she said, winking before moving toward him. "Tonight feels like the night." With Iris gone, I stood there masked, wearing a revealing bikini and surrounded by unmated males and females. I watched a couple kissing against the far wall and another pair in the pool who had stopped pretending they were swimming. Bodies tangled with no shame. Something ached low in my stomach. Just like that, my mind did what it always did. Went to him. Charles Reid. The way his dark gaze found me across a room when he thought I wasn't paying attention. The way it lingered hungrily before he looked away like nothing happened. The way his hand came to the top of my head sometimes, patting me with that low voice. “Good girl.” That is what he called me every time he patted my head. I pressed my thighs together. That was the problem. It had always been the problem. He touched me like I was something to be managed and my body responded like I was something that wanted to be ruined. Two very different things. Two years of pretending otherwise. I thought about his big hands, how they would feel smacking my ass… I thought about the outline I'd accidentally seen once through his sweatpants. What it would feel like for a man like that to decide he wanted to ruin me completely. ‘Stop it.’ I childed myself inwardly. I grabbed a drink off a passing tray and took a long sip. "Are you alone?" I turned and found a man standing beside me. He was tall, lean and a mask covering the top half of his face. I could see his easy smile peeking through the mask. "Looks like it," I replied, suddenly feeling anxious. I might have agreed to accompany Iris in this wild party, but I had zero intention of getting entangled with anyone…well unless it's Alpha Charles…my best friend's father and the object of my fantasy. "Would you mind my company?" I should have said no, found Iris dragged her upstairs. "Sure," I said instead. He was easy to talk to, that was the thing. He leaned against the wall beside me and asked easy questions and laughed at the right moments. For a little while I almost felt normal, like a girl at a party and nothing more complicated than that. "Can I ask your name?" I smiled behind my mask. "That's what the masks are for." He laughed. "Fair enough." His gaze dropped briefly to my chest and back up. "You are beautiful," he said simply, like it was just a fact he was reporting. "Thank you," I said. I felt the unfamiliar warmth of it settle somewhere I usually kept locked. Then…he stepped closer. Then I felt it, a burning gaze directed to me. My head snapped on instinct. The second floor balcony was shrouded by darkness but I saw him. He was not doing anything except standing there and watching me like he was daring me. Alpha Charles. Even from here, I felt the full weight of that stare land on my body. My mouth went dry and panic clawed my insides. "Excuse me," I said. The man beside me blinked. "Already?" He asked but I was already moving. I walked through the crowd, toward the stairs and away from the party. . My legs were trembling with each step I took. I couldn't tell if it was from panic or something else…something dirty and filthy. I told myself it was the drink. The hallway upstairs was quiet and dark… and suspiciously empty. I exhaled and pressed my back against the wall, eyes closed and my heart hammering. After convincing myself I didn't have to get all worked up just because I thought Alpha Charles was watching me, I pushed off the wall and walked straight into him. Charles Reid stood in the middle of the hallway, fully dressed and completely still…like he'd been waiting. The air left my lungs. He looked at me unhurriedly. Taking in the bikini, the mask pushed up on my head, the drink still in my hand. The silence stretched. Then his voice came. Low. Quiet. Almost conversational. "You like that kind of stuff?" He asked, his eyes raking me with an intensity that had my p***y dripping like a f*****g tap. "You like watching whores being used and stretched?" He continued. “ Is that what you are craving right now? Walking around all aroused?” My face burned and my core clenched. I opened my mouth but nothing came out. Charles Reid held my gaze for one more devastating second. Then he turned and walked away.