Alpha Daddy’s Forbidden Ward

CHAPTER 9

Dimitri’s Pov

Holding Seraphina like that, after everything, it felt like the world had narrowed down to just us in that dim chamber.

She gasped against my chest, her body still trembling from the waves of pleasure I'd just pulled out of her, and I could feel her heat pressing right against me, her slick p***y soaking through what was left of her clothes and mine, grinding against my c**k that was so hard it ached.

It was raging, throbbing with every beat of my heart, like it had a mind of its own, begging for release. I wrapped my arms tighter around her, one hand on the small of her back, the other cradling her head, breathing in the scent of her sweat and arousal that made my blood boil.

My ward, my responsibility, the one I'd sworn to protect, and here I was, losing myself in her. I'd been holding back, telling myself it was wrong, that she was too young in spirit, too vulnerable under my care, but f**k, in that moment, with her body melting into mine, all those walls I'd built started crumbling.

She wasn't done, not even close. I felt her shift, her hips rolling against me again, that wet heat sliding over my hardness, and a groan ripped out of my throat before I could stop it.

It was deep and guttural, like an animal finally breaking free.

"Seraphina, f**k," I muttered, my voice rough, barely recognizable.

She ground harder, her breaths coming in hot puffs against my neck, and I could hear her little whimpers, feel her nails digging into my shoulders.

The friction was torture, sweet and maddening, her slickness making everything slippery even through the fabric. My c**k twitched, pre-c*m leaking, soaking my pants.

How long could I keep this up? She was mine to guard, not to claim like this, but the heat in her eyes, the way she moved. It was pulling me under.

Control? What control? It slipped away like sand through my fingers.

I grabbed her hips, my fingers digging in a bit too hard, holding her in place as I thrust up against her, grinding roughly, f*****g her through our clothes like some desperate beast.

The table creaked under us as I pushed her back against it, my body pinning hers, hips bucking wildly.

"You feel that? Can you feel how hard you make me?" I growled, the words tumbling out unfiltered, filthy and raw.

She moaned, loud and needy, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer. The cloth between us was drenched, her p***y creaming against the bulge of my c**k, and I could feel every slide, every rub, building that pressure in my balls.

I was rougher than I meant to be, grinding her down onto me, the rhythm frantic, our bodies slapping together even with the barriers.

"God, you're so wet, soaking me. My little ward, driving me insane."

She screamed then, a high, breathy sound that echoed off the stone walls, her body arching as another wave hit her, but it wasn't enough for either of us.

All sense of holding back was gone, shattered. I couldn't think straight. It was just need and it was pure and overwhelming.

With a snarl, I grabbed the remnants of her dress, the straps already down, the fabric bunched and torn, and ripped it clean off her body.

The sound of tearing silk filled the air, and there she was, completely bare before me. I stared, my breath catching, taking in every inch of her like it was the first time.

Her breasts were full and heaving with her pants, pale skin flushed pink from the heat, n*****s hard as pebbles, red and swollen from earlier attention, begging to be touched again.

They jiggled slightly with her breaths, so sensitive I could see them tighten further under my gaze. Lower, her stomach quivered, leading down to her p***y, and f**k, it was a sight that made my mouth water.

Swollen lips, glistening with her cream, folds parted slightly from all the grinding, her c**t peeking out, red and engorged, slick with arousal that dripped down her thighs.

She was smooth and everything looked so inviting. So filthy, wet and ready. Her inner thighs were smeared with her own juices, and as she lay there, legs slightly parted, I could see her hole clenching, still pulsing from before, leaking more cream that pooled on the table beneath her.

"Look at you," I whispered, my voice hoarse, filled with awe and hunger. "So beautiful, so f*****g perfect. Your tits.. These n*****s are killing me."

I reached out, brushing a thumb over one, watching her shiver, but I needed more. Gently at first, no, who was I kidding, control was out the window.

I eased her back fully onto the table, her skin sliding against the wood. "Spread for me, Seraphina. Wide. Show me everything."

She did, her legs parting, knees bending up and out, exposing her completely. Her p***y opened like a flower, wet and pink inside, cream dripping out as she trembled.

I groaned again, my c**k straining against my pants, but I ignored it for now, focusing on her.

My fingers found her c**t first, swollen and slick, and I rubbed it roughly, circling hard, making her buck up with a scream.

"Yes! Dimitri, please!" She cried, her voice breaking.

I didn't hold back. I pinched it lightly, then slapped it gently with my fingertips, the wet smacks filling the room. She squirted a little then, a small gush of fluid arcing out, soaking my hand, and I growled in approval.

"That's it, baby, squirt for me. You're so f*****g wet, creaming all over."

Alternating, I leaned down, taking one n****e into my mouth, sucking hard while my other hand pinched the twin, twisting just enough to make her yelp in pleasure and pain.

Her breasts were so soft yet firm, filling my mouth, the n****e rolling under my tongue as I bit down softly.

But her p***y called to me. I slid two fingers inside her without warning, feeling her walls clamp down like a vice.

She was so tight, so full of cream that it squelched around my digits as I pumped them in and out.

"f**k, listen to that. Your p***y's so greedy, sucking me in." I curled them, hitting that spot inside, and she came almost immediately, screaming my name.

"Dimitri! Oh f**k, yes!"

Her body convulsed as she squirted hard this time, fluids spraying against my palm, dripping down my wrist.

I didn't stop. I f****d her harder with my fingers, adding a third, stretching her, the sounds, wet and filthy. Her cream coated everything, mixing with the squirt that puddled on the table.

I pulled back from her breast, watching her face contort in ecstasy, then switched to the other n****e, licking it with my tongue, sucking until it was red and raw.

"These t**s are mine now, aren't they? So sensitive, making you cream even more."

She moaned, her hands grabbing at my hair, pulling me closer. Extreme pleasure washed over her features, eyes rolling back, and I felt powerful, but vulnerable too, like I was exposing my soul in this act.

I had protected her for years, but now, giving in, it felt like coming home, even if it was rough and wild.

Fingers still buried deep, I rubbed her c**t with my thumb, making her come again.

"Come on, give me another. Squirt all over my hand, you filthy girl."

She did, bucking wildly, a long scream tearing from her throat as more fluid gushed out, soaking the table, my arm, everything.

Her p***y creamed around my fingers, pulsing, milking them like she would my c**k.

I alternated again, pinching her n*****s hard, rolling them between my fingers while I finger-f****d her through the orgasm, drawing it out until she was whimpering, oversensitive but begging for more.

"Don't stop... please, Dimitri, it's too much, but I need it!"

Hearing her like that, broke something in me. I was rough,, my thrusts deep and forceful, but it was laced with this deep emotion, like I was claiming her heart as much as her body.

Pulling my fingers out, I brought them to her lips. "Taste yourself, baby. See how sweet you are."

She sucked them eagerly, moaning around them, her tongue swirling, and it was so filthy, so intimate, my c**k jerked in response.

I spread her even wider, hooking her legs over my shoulders almost, diving in with four fingers now, stretching her limits.

She screamed, a mix of pain and pleasure, but her hips pushed back for more.

"Yes! f**k me harder!"

I did, pounding into her, my palm slapping against her c**t with every thrust.

Her breasts bounced with the force, n*****s erect and begging, so I reached up, grabbing one roughly, squeezing the whole breast while tweaking the peak.

"These are perfect, so full, gonna make you come just from this too."

She creamed again, walls fluttering, squirting in bursts that hit my chest. The chamber smelled of s*x, heavy and musky, and her moans turned to screams.

"Dimitri! I'm coming, oh f**k, yes!

I lost count of her orgasms. They blended together in a haze of extreme pleasure.

One time, as I fingered her deep, alternating n****e play, sucking one while pinching the other, she squirted so hard it arced up, landing on her own stomach, mixing with the sweat beading there.

"Look at that, you're making a mess, my dirty little wolf."

She laughed breathlessly through a moan, then screamed again as I curled my fingers just right.

Cream oozed out around my hand, thick and white, coating her thighs, the table slick beneath her ass.

I slapped her p***y lightly between thrusts, making her jolt and come harder.

"You like that? Being roughed up by your Alpha?"

She nodded frantically, words lost in screams.

I slowed for a moment, just to kiss her inner thigh, tasting her squirt, then ramped up again, fingers flying, n*****s rolled roughly until they were puffy and sensitive.

By the time I finally eased off, she was a quivering mess, body limp on the table, covered in her own fluid, squirts and cream everywhere. Her p***y was red, swollen and still clenching.

I pulled her into my arms again, holding her close, my own need still throbbing, but for now, it was about her, about us.

"I've got you, Seraphina."

She whimpered softly, nuzzling into me, and in that moment, with the filth surrounding us, I felt more alive, more connected than ever