Alpha Daddy’s Forbidden Ward

CHAPTER 14

Seraphina’s Pov

Even after everything Dimitri had done to me, his fingers burying deep, his mouth devouring me until I shattered over and over, I still wanted more.

The heat clawed at me from the inside out. My temperature spiked and my skin flushed hot. My body ached for him, every inch of me screaming for more.

I was honestly terrified of how insatiable I was. I had come so many times already, my p***y still throbbing from the aftershocks, slick and swollen, but it wasn't enough.

The mate bond pulsed between us, demanding completion, and I tried to hide it, curling up on the edge of the bed in the ceremonial chamber, pretending to catch my breath, pretending the need wasn't building again, but who was I kidding?

Dimitri was my Alpha, my guardian turned fated mate, and I could feel his eyes on me, sensing every shift in my scent, every subtle tremble.

He was everything I had wanted for years. This forbidden pull had haunted my dreams, and now that we've tasted each other, I couldn’t stop.

My body betrayed me everytime and it terrified me how much I loved it.

He was sitting on that old wooden chair across the room, his massive frame filling it completely, shirtless and glistening with a sheen of sweat from our earlier frenzy.

His hair was tousled, eyes locked on me with that intense, predatory gaze that made my stomach flip.

The air between us crackled, thick with unspoken tension and the scent of our arousal still hung heavy in the air.

I stole a glance at him, my breath catching at the way his muscles flexed as he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, like he was holding himself back by sheer will.

Fuck, he was beautiful, dangerous, the kind of man who'd protected me for years, kept me safe in ways that made my heart ache with gratitude and now this burning desire.

The heat surged again, making my thighs clench, a fresh wave of wetness pooling between my legs. I bit my lip, trying to play it cool, but he knew. Of course he did.

"Come here, Seraphina." He commanded in a low and rough voice. It was laced with a dominant edge that sent a shiver straight to my core.

It wasn't a request. It was an order from my Alpha, and f**k, it made me wetter instantly. My p***y clenched on nothing, arousal dripping down my inner thighs.

I stood on shaky legs, my white dress clinging to my curves, the fabric damp from our messes, and walked toward him, each step heightening the breathless tension.

His eyes devoured me, tracing the sway of my hips, the way my breasts heaved with my quickening breaths.

When I reached him, he grabbed my wrist gently but firmly, pulling me onto his lap, straddling him so my soaked core pressed right against the hard bulge in his pants.

"You think I can't smell how needy you are?" He murmured, his hands sliding up my arms, leaving trails of fire on my skin.

Our faces were inches apart, his breath hot against my lips, and I could feel the heat radiating from his body, the texture of his rough stubble as he nuzzled closer.

He pulled me flush against him, our chests pressing together, and his eyes locked onto mine. They were dark, hungry and filled with a magnetic pull that made my heart stutter.

"f**k, your scent... it's driving me f*****g crazy," He growled, burying his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply like he was savoring me.

His nose trailed down my collarbone, over the swell of my breasts, sniffing me like a wolf claiming his territory, and it turned me on so much more, my arousal spiking, the musky sweetness of my heat filling the air between us.

"You smell so good, baby. Makes me want to bury my c**k in you and never pull out."

His words were filthy, domineering and vibrating against my skin, and I whimpered, my hips moving on instinct, grinding against the thick ridge of his erection.

The friction was electric, my c**t rubbing against him through our clothes, and he groaned, his hands roaming over my body and up my sides. He cupped my ass, squeezing the flesh hard enough to make me gasp.

I couldn't help it. I began dry humping him shamelessly, rolling my hips in slow, desperate circles, feeling every inch of his hard c**k straining against his pants, the fabric rough against my sensitive folds.

"Dimitri... f**k, I need you," I breathed, my voice shaky.

His hands gripped my waist, guiding my movements. He thrust up to meet me, the chair creaking under us. The heat built fast and it was messy and intense.

My wetness soaked through my dress and his pants, creating a slick slide that had us both panting.

"That's it, baby. Grind that greedy little cunt on me," He commanded, his voice rough. "Make me cum."

I moaned louder, grinding harder. The pressure on my c**t sent sparks through me, and he captured my mouth in a bruising kiss, tongues tangling, tasting each other.

We came together, my orgasm ripping through me with a cry. My p***y clenched and gushed, soaking us both, while he groaned into my mouth, his c**k pulsing as he spilled in his pants, the warmth seeping through.

But it wasn't enough. The heat still burned, and he sensed it, his hands already moving. He lowered the straps of my dress slowly, exposing my lace bra, my n*****s already hard and poking through the thin fabric like they were begging for him.

"Look at these t**s, so f*****g perfect," He murmured, his fingers tracing the edges, then cupping them, thumbs rubbing over my n*****s through the bra.

The texture was teasing, rough lace against sensitive peaks, and I arched into him, grinding again as fresh arousal flooded me.

"Dimitri, please..." I whispered, breathless as I buried my fingers in his hair. He leaned down, sucking one n****e through the bra, soaking the fabric as his tongue swirled, the suction pulling deep moans from me.

He switched to the other, biting lightly, while I kept grinding on his lap, the mess from our orgasms making everything slippery and filthy.

With a growl, he unclasped the bra, tossing it aside, and finally sucked my bare breasts properly. His mouth latched onto one n****e, sucking hard, his tongue flicking the tip while his hand kneaded the other, pinching and rolling.

The sensation was overwhelming. The heat and rough pulls shot straight to my p***y, making me drip more.

"These n*****s are so hard for me, baby. Gonna suck them until you're creaming again," He said, voice muffled against my skin. I moaned, lost in it, my body responding to his command.

Then, with a sudden rip, he tore the rest of my dress off, the fabric shredding like paper, leaving me completely exposed. My skin was flushed and my p***y glistened with arousal, thighs sticky from our c*m.

"f**k, look at you. Naked and dripping, my perfect little slut," He praised, his eyes raking over me with raw hunger.

He stood, shoving his pants down, his c**k springing free. It was thick, veined and the head was purple and slick with pre-c*m. He was still hard despite coming.

"Kneel," He growled. I instantly obeyed, dropping to my knees on the chamber floor, the cool stone biting into my skin.

I wanted him so badly, my mouth watering at the sight of him. I loved submitting to him.

I wrapped my hand around his shaft, stroking slowly before leaning in and taking him into my mouth.

I sucked, slurpy sounds escaping my lips as my tongue swirled around the head, tasting his salty pre-c*m mixed with the remnants of his earlier release.

"That's it, suck my c**k like a good girl," He groaned, hand in my hair, guiding me.

I bobbed my head, gagging as I deep-throated him, saliva dripping down his balls, making it messy. Sloppy sounds filled the room as I pumped the base with my hand, rolling his heavy sac.

He f****d my mouth shallowly, praising me as he did.

"Such a filthy mouth, taking me so deep. Gonna come all over you."

He pulled out with a roar, thick ropes of c*m shooting onto my breasts, dripping down my n*****s. I rubbed it in, moaning at the dirtiness as our eyes locked.

He wasn't done. He pulled me up and placed me on the chair, spreading my legs wide.

"Now, let's take care of that needy p***y," He said, sliding two fingers inside me. He pumped deeply, curling against my G-spot while his thumb rubbed my c**t.

Filthy wet sounds filled the as he finger-f****d me hard, my cream coating his hand.

"You're so f*****g wet, clenching like you want my c**k," He growled. I came fast, squirting around his fingers. My body shook as my cries echoed around the chamber.

Then he dove between my legs, eating my p***y with ravenous hunger. His tongue plunged into my folds, lapping up my cream and sucking my c**t hard.

"You taste like heaven, you dirty girl. Gonna eat this cunt until you're screaming."

He spread me wider, tongue trailing lower, rimming my ass and probing the tight ring with wet licks that made me buck and moan.

The filth of it, his mouth on my most intimate places pushed me to the edge. When I was about to come, he pulled back, grabbing his c**k and rubbing the head against my c**t, the slick slide teasing without entering.

"Feel that? My d**k on your c**t, rubbing you raw. Come for me, slut."

I let out a loud moan, grinding against him, orgasm crashing with a flood of squirt, soaking his shaft.

He did it again and again, eating me out, tonguing my p***y and ass until I was trembling on the brink. Then he rubbed his c**k on my c**t, filthy talk pouring out.

"You're my c*m-hungry mate, aren't you? Rubbing that swollen c**t on my d**k like a desperate w***e. Squirt for me again. Make a mess."

Each time, the build was intense. The sensory overload of his hot breath, the texture of his tongue, the veiny hardness of his c**k slapping and sliding.

I came repeatedly, three, four times, screaming his name, body convulsing, fluids gushing everywhere.