My Ex's Father Is My Alpha Daddy

Chapter 12: Please, Alpha

Elara

My trousers were trapped around my knees. I couldn't move. The rough denim bit into my skin, but that pain was nothing compared to the suffocating presence behind me. Alpha Damon filled the small bathroom, his scent of cedar and dark forest wrapping around me like a physical restraint.

My heart hammered so hard against my ribs I thought it would burst. The terrifying truth was, I was completely gone for him. I wanted this. I wanted him. The admission sent a fresh wave of heat through my body, betraying everything I stood for.

Alpha Damon's hand moved with deliberate slowness, tracing the curve of my ass before sliding down the back of my thigh. The pads of his fingers left trails of fire on my skin. My breath hitched when his journey reversed, moving upward with agonizing patience until they slipped beneath the edge of my damp panties.

I let out a broken whimper, my hips arching back into his touch of their own accord. The fabric clung to me, soaked through with evidence of my shameful desire. I couldn't stop my body from responding to him like a flower turning to the sun, even as my mind screamed protest.

“Look at you,” his voice rumbled against my ear, low and predatory. “What should I do with you, when you're like this, all dripping wet for me.”

The words sent electricity straight to my core. I wanted to scream whose fault it was, his, always his, but the sound caught in my throat as his fingers brushed through my folds. My slickness coated him instantly, and I could feel the slight pause as he registered just how affected I was.

“So responsive,” he murmured, his thumb circling my entrance without quite breaching it. “Does this p***y ache for me, Elara?”

My head fell back against his chest, a silent admission I couldn't voice. His other hand came around to my hip, holding me steady as his fingers continued their torment. Light, teasing strokes that had me writhing against him, desperate for more.

“Please,” I finally managed to gasp out.

“Please what?” His tone was mocking, but beneath it I could hear his own strained control. “Use your words, little warrior.”

“Touch me,” I begged, hating myself even as the words left my lips. “Please, Alpha.”

His response was immediate and devastating. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and dragged them down my legs.

I was completely exposed to him, vulnerable in a way that should have terrified me but only made me burn hotter.

Then his fingers were back, sliding through my wetness before one breached my entrance. I cried out at the intrusion, my inner muscles clamping around him instinctively. He was thick and demanding, stretching me in a way that had my toes curling against the tiled floor.

“Tight,” he growled, his thumb finding my c**t and rubbing slow, deliberate circles. “So f*****g tight.”

He added a second finger, scissoring them inside me. The stretch was exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain that had my hips rolling against his hand. His other hand slid up my stomach to cup my breast, his thumb brushing over my n****e until it pebbled into a tight bead.

His fingers picked up speed, pumping into me while his thumb pressed harder against my c**t. The dual stimulation was overwhelming, building a pressure deep inside me that threatened to shatter my control completely. I could feel myself getting close, that familiar tightening in my core that promised release.

“Alpha,” I gasped, my hands bracing against the sink to keep my knees from buckling. “I—”

“Don't you dare come yet,” he ordered, his fingers stilling inside me. “Not until I say so.”

I whimpered in protest, my body trembling with denied release. He held me there, suspended on the edge, until I thought I might actually die from the need.

Then he started moving again, faster this time, his fingers curling to hit that spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes.

“Come for me now,” he commanded, his voice rough with his own desire. “Come all over my fingers like the desperate little slut you are.”

The permission broke me. My orgasm crashed through me with the force of a tidal wave, stealing my breath and vision. I cried out his name, my p***y clamping around his fingers as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. His thumb never stopped its assault on my c**t, prolonging the sensation until I was a quivering mess in his arms.

When I finally came back to myself, I was slumped against him, my head resting on his shoulder. His fingers were still inside me, a possessive reminder of what he'd just done to me. I should have felt shame, disgust, anger, but all I felt was a bone-deep satisfaction that terrified me more than any emotion ever had.

“Good girl,” he murmured, withdrawing his fingers slowly with a deliberate look that made my knees weak all over again.

He stepped back immediately, the blistering heat of his body vanishing the moment he pulled away. In a fraction of a second, his expression smoothed out, instantly returning to that cold, unreadable Alpha mask. It was terrifying how fast he could just turn it off.

He looked down at me, his green eyes perfectly steady, completely devoid of the dark hunger from a moment ago.

“Don't allow yourself to be hit like that again,” he said, his voice flat and authoritative. “Most importantly, not on the face.”

Before I could even find my voice to reply, he turned on his heel and walked straight out of the bathroom.

I slumped against the wall, my chest heaving as I breathed in the lingering scent of cedar and dark forest. My face was burning a deep, scarlet red.

The sudden silence in the room finally forced my brain to start functioning again.

Delayed panic flared in my chest. What the hell was I thinking? I hadn't even considered the possibility of someone walking in on us. If a guard or another warrior had opened that door and seen Alpha Damon over me like that, I would have been ruined. All over again.

Shaking, I frantically pulled my baggy trousers back up and fastened them. I snatched my shirt out of the basin, not even caring that the fabric was damp and cold against my skin, and yanked it over my head. I just needed to get back to my room before I lost my mind completely.

I squeezed my eyes shut, taking a ragged breath to steady my trembling legs. I rubbed my flushed cheeks, trying to look as normal as possible, and reached for the door handle.

I yanked the door open and stepped out into the hallway.

And stopped dead in my tracks.

Standing right in front of me, leaning against the opposite wall with a dark, suspicious scowl, was Jason.