Mated to My Best Friend's Alpha Daddy

The Ache In My Core

~Amaris

“I- I…”

I couldn't find the right words to deny.

Her gaze pierced through me, the air between us suddenly felt thinner.

My brain moved fast, too fast, shirking through different things to say.

“I was just lost in thought,” the words slipped out of my mouth.

Ember's face softened slightly, “whatever it is, just make sure you're not thinking of that ass hole again.”

“It's going to be hard to forget about him, but I'll try.” I replied, though the heat rushing under my skin was for something else, not even my ex.

It was overwhelming, the breath that poured from my mouth came out hot, filled with a desire that I shouldn't even be feeling.

“Ember, I'll be back,” I said, already standing from the chair. “I need to use the bathroom,”

She nodded, “just make sure you don't keep me waiting.”

I hurried out of the poolside, my feet bare, tapping on the ground exactly how I imagined his balls would tap on my p***y.

Oh, f**k!

I was inside the Pack House now, standing at the entrance of the living room. The staircase stretched far ahead. Too far for how urgent this was.

I turned to my right. The guest toilet stood, waiting to contain my moans. I hurried toward it, pushing the door open like it was an irritating barrier to what could be a place for pleasure.

My breath was hot, nostrils filled with his scent. It was permanent in my head, plastering on my skin like it was tied to me in some way.

My back landed against the wall, my legs spreading apart quickly. I shifted the thin lace of my panty which was already soaked in my leaking juices.

A gasp poured from my lips as my middle finger found my cunt. My breath hitched when I touched my p***y.

Wet.

Warm.

Soft.

Smooth.

My legs vibrated, my head falling against the wall.

Oh goddess, I had never felt like that before.

It was strange.

Overwhelming.

Sweet in the most dangerous way I hated to think of.

I moaned.

Then I glided my finger across the entrance of my p***y, quiet slurpy sounds slipping from under my legs.

It felt so good. Then I tried to push one finger inside.

The hole was too small.

I pushed again regardless.

I winced in pain and pulled my hand away.

My head fell back against the wall, harder this time. My fingers fell away from my p***y lips. I sighed, frustration wrapping itself around my aching cunt.

Just then, I felt him again.

He was near.

I knew that for sure.

My breath ceased instantly.

I straightened, turning toward the opened doorway, where the footsteps sounded loud enough to make my gut clench.

The scent clouded my mind, heightening my senses to its peak, stripping me off the last self control I had left. I moaned in the heat of his presence.

Then he came into view.

Finally.

My breath caught.

He stepped inside the bathroom.

Slowly.

His gaze stung me, dragging from my face to my cleavage, then the slick that made the inside of my thighs glisten.

My chest beat harder, p***y clenching with every step that closed the distance between us.

He towered over me, my head lifting to meet his face.

Those dark eyes that had lasted for several decades before I was even born, and had seen more than I could ever imagine.

The heat from his body etched into my skin and my legs shivered. My breath was audible now.

My lips parted before I could stop it. “Alph…”

“What were you about to do?” He cut in before I could finish moaning his name, voice thick, thundering and echoing in the bathroom walls that seemed to start closing around us.

“I- I…”

One of his brows lifted.

That terrified me more than it was meant to.

He stepped even closer.

I shifted backward until my back landed against the wall.

“Were you trying to touch yourself?” his voice reverberated against the wall behind me.

My stomach turned.

I swallowed. Then I shook my head.

White lies.

But his eyes weren't even on my face. They were on my cleavage.

Fixed.

Stagnant.

Unwavering.

Like it was the only thing his eyes could find in there.

My toes curled against the floor, knees dripping, fingers twisting against one another, like it needed something to hold onto.

Maybe spread around his back in ecstacy, maybe hold his shaft.

Anything.

Anything to satisfy the thundering hunger digging deep inside my p***y.

His gaze dragged up to my face, “You tried to touch yourself, but…you couldn't.”

I swallowed and nodded, even though he wasn't asking a question.

“You're untouched.”

The word burned through me.

Yes I was untouched.

I had never had a man in my life before, not even my boyfriend. Back then, when Gray had asked for s*x, I wasn't ready.

I’d never felt ready.

Until now, I had never felt ready to be f****d, not to even talk of being f****d hard like a slut.

Because that was all I was craving for.

To be bent over a wall and be fed a massive d**k in my tight virgin cunt, f****d and grinded hard with a c**k that has thick monster veins that would feel like another c**k themselves.

He pinned one hand to the wall beside my head, then let the other fall to my thighs.

I moaned the second I felt his palm against my skin.

He raised his eyes to my face, staring deep into my eyes as he trailed his fingers against my skin, sliding upward and upward.

His gaze remained fixed at me, so close, it melted my cunt into an endless rush of slick.

How much more his palm gliding against my thighs.

I felt it rush even harder, rolling down my legs like an erotic waterfall.

“Alpha V…arg,” His name, broken, slipped out of my lips.

His fingers touched my running slick. Then he paused.

He let his hand hover there…smothering against my mess, hovering just beside my horny p***y lips.

He let me feel the heat of his skin. Let it melt in the burning heat of his touch.

“You are not allowed to touch yourself here.” He whispered, his breath pouring against my skin, taking me down to a world I had no idea of, ripping off the last oxygen that kept me standing between his arms.

I gasped, my breath hitching all together.

One instinct pushed to ask why I am not allowed to touch myself, another wanted me to obey.

To remain a good girl and listen to whatever he says without questions.

I gasped.

Then nodded.

“Good,” he said. Then pulled his hand away.

And stepped back.

My face felt flushed, even though the heat of whatever he did to me remained on my skin, my p***y, even between my thighs.

My eyes dropped to his hand.

Wet.

He had my slick plastered against his fingers like a mark that might never be washed away.

He took another step back, gaze scanning every curve of my body, every trail of my filth.

Then he turned away without bothering to clean the mess on his fingers.

I bit the inside of my lips as I watched him exit the door.

Watched him leave after setting me ablaze. And leaving with a warning that I should never think of touching myself again.

My knees thudded against the bathroom floor as I fell to the ground. It didn't hurt.

Not when that thud was nothing compared to the thud of my c**t pulsing endlessly, aching for something to break my tightness.

And I wasn't craving just anything.

I wanted him.

That was the truth I needed to stop avoiding.

He was the reason for my ache. The deep hunger that encompassed being touched softly.

Alpha Varg.

My best friend's father.