Knot Me Alpha Daddy

Chapter 2

I barely made it to my room.

I pressed my back against the closed door and stood there in the dark, chest heaving. His voice was still in my ears, curling around my insides like smoke.

“ Is that what you are craving right now? Walking around all aroused?”

He had noticed. He noticed back there that I was dripping.

I crossed to the bed and lay back without turning the lights on.

When my back hit the mattress, my hand was already moving.

I slipped beneath my bikini bottoms and found myself embarrassingly wet. I was soaked through.

I had been since the hallway, maybe since the balcony.

Or since I'd walked into this house and caught his scent in the entryway and felt my wolf press forward against my ribs.

I thought about his eyes in the dark.

The way he'd looked at me.

It was different from how that man at the party did .

His gaze was loose with easy hunger.

Charles Reid looked at me like I was something he had been patient about for a very long time and was running low on patience for.

Like he wanted to fill me.

Knot me.

Leave me stretched and ruined and gaping around him.

I moaned softly into the dark.

My fingers worked in slow circles, drawing the pleasure up from somewhere deep.

My bud was sensitive and swollen.

I pictures his big hands gripping my thighs and spreading me open without asking.

I imagined his low voice dropping to something filthier than anything he'd said in the hallway.

"Daddy," I breathed.

The word fell out of me like it had been waiting.

"Daddy, please…"

I pushed deeper and arched off the mattress.

I worked faster.

Harder.

Grinding against my own hand with his face in my mind, his voice in my ear and his name wrecking my lips over and over.

"Punish me," I moaned, louder than I meant to. "Daddy, punish me — I disobeyed Daddy."

I f*****g confessed without being asked.

The orgasm started building up only for it to die a moment later.

Tears of frustration stung my eyes.

I pressed harder and chased it desperately.

I even changed the angle, worked my c**t in tight fast circles until my thighs were shaking and my back was bowed off the bed

Still…nothing.

My own hand couldn't finish it. It couldn't grant me what I needed, what my body desperately craved.

I pulled my hand away with a frustrated sound that was almost a sob.

My body was wound so tight it ached. Throbbing.

Unsatisfied.

Furious.

I lay there for a moment, my chest heaving, before I gave up entirely and headed for the bathroom.

Maybe the cold water would do the trick.

I turned the tap and stood under it.

I hissed as it hit my overheated skin. My n*****s hardened instantly.

My whole body felt raw and oversensitive, every nerve ending stretched thin from desire.

It did nothing to cool me down.

Absolutely nothing.

I pressed my back against the tiles and felt the cold seep in.

That only made everything worse… it made me more aware of every inch of my own skin, how much of it wanted to be touched, how badly I wanted Charles to be doing the touching.

My hand dropped between my thighs before I could stop myself.

"Daddy." I moaned, the name coming out cracked and desperate, bouncing off the bathroom tiles.

Daddy, please…"

I worked myself hard this time.

My fingers pushed deep and curled and I cried out.

I had to bite my lip to muffle the sound but didn't stop.

I groaned, my head falling back against the tiles and hips rolling against my hand.

The pleasure climbed fast.

My thighs trembled. My free hand slapped flat against the tile wall for support. I was panting, moaning his name between every ragged breath.

Then I heard them…footsteps.

In the hallway.

Heavy and unhurried and definitely his.

I didn't stop, which technically as a sound person should have.

Well , I guess I am not sane nor sound anymore.

Every rational part of me screamed to go quiet, go still and press a hand over my mouth and wait for him to pass.

Instead I got louder.

"Daddy…" A moan tore through my throat.

Shameless and unapologetic.

My hips snapped forward against my hand. "Right there — please, Daddy, please don't stop." I begged.

The footsteps slowed and his familiar scent filled my space.

My heart slammed against my ribs.

I kept going… kept riding my own fingers with his name pouring off my tongue like a confession, like a prayer.

I wanted him to hear this, wanted him you stand out there and know. Know what he does to me. Know what I'm doing here. Know whose name is on my lips as I wreck my cunt with my fingers while praying for a miracle to happen and his c**k replaces them.

“ f**k!” I screamed when the orgasm broke.

It rolled through me in a long, shuddering wave.

I moaned his name through all of it until my legs buckled and I slid down the tiles and sat on the floor of the shower, water raining over me and chest heaving.

My p***y was sticky, fingers shiny yet it was not enough.

My core ached, still demanding to be filled by Daddy.

I pressed my forehead against my knees and sat there, wrecked and wanting and nowhere near done.

When my breathing calmed, the footsteps were gone.

I stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around myself and opened the bathroom door.

His scent flooded me instantly.

He'd been standing right outside that door.

I stared at the empty hallway, water dripping from my hair onto the floor, my body still throbbing with want.

How long had he been watching?

My core clenched with the only answer that made sense.

“ Long enough to hear your filthy words and desires.”