100 SHADES OF LUST: A PACK OF TABOO STORIES

HOME ALONE WITH MY ALPHA STEP DADDY 3

The silence that swallowed the office was heavier than anything I had ever felt.

My heart hammered wildly against my ribs as I stared at my mother standing frozen in the doorway, her designer suitcase still clutched in one hand and her face twisting from shock into pure rage.

Kyros stayed buried deep inside me for a few more seconds, his thick c**k still quivering with the last of his release.

His hand remained possessively on my hip, as if he refused to let go even now. I could feel his warm c*m slowly leaking out around him and dripping down my thighs, but I didn’t try to hide it. Perhaps this is how the goddess wanted it.

“Kyros!” Mom’s voice cracked like a whip. “Get away from my daughter right now!”

I was scared for a second, but then Kyros’s body on mine gave me morale to continue.

I lifted my chin, still breathing hard, my legs still wrapped loosely around Kyros’s waist. “Mom… we..”

Her eyes snapped to me, wide with disbelief. “Freya, you could do this?”

“Yes mum.” I said, my voice clearer and stronger than I expected. I gently pushed against Kyros’s chest so I could slide off the desk. He helped me down but stayed close, one arm around my waist like a shield. “I’m twenty-two years old. I’m not a little girl anymore. I know exactly what I’m doing.”

Mom laughed bitterly. “Twenty-two? You think that makes this okay? He’s your stepfather! I left just yesterday! Freaky are you out of your senses?”

I felt my cheeks burn with shame, but I refused to look away

. I took a small step forward, even though my legs were still shaky and Kyros’s c*m continued to slide down my inner thighs.

“Yes, I’m twenty-two,” I said again, louder this time. “Old enough to make my own choices. Old enough to know what I want. And I want him. I’ve wanted Kyros since the day we moved in. I seduced him, Mom. Not the other way around. I wore that tiny tank top, I called him Daddy, I begged him to touch me. This wasn’t an accident.”

Kyros’s hand tightened on my waist, a silent show of support, but he let me speak.

Mom’s face twisted with disgust. “You ungrateful little slut. After everything I’ve done for you…”

“I’m not a slut,” I cut in, my silver eyes flashing with anger. “I’m in love with him. Or at least… I’m falling hard. And he feels the same. Your marriage was never real, Mom. You said it yourself that it was just business. You got your connections, he got the Alpha title. But this… what we have… this is real.”

Kyros finally spoke, his deep voice calm but filled with steel. “She’s right. I tried to fight it. But Freya… she’s everything I didn’t know I needed.”

Mom pointed a shaking finger at me. “You’ll regret this. Both of you. The pack elders will destroy you, Kyros. Sleeping with your stepdaughter? They’ll strip you of your title. And you…” She glared at me with pure contempt. “You’re no longer welcome in my life.”

She turned sharply, yanking her suitcase behind her as she stormed toward the door. Before she left, she looked back one last time.

“You’re making the biggest mistake of your life, Freya.”

The door slammed shut behind her, leaving the office ringing with silence.

I let out a shaky breath and turned into Kyros’s chest. He wrapped his strong arms around me immediately, holding me tight as I trembled against him.

“I meant what I said, you know,” I whispered, still wrapped tightly in Kyros’s strong arms. My cheek rested against his broad chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. “I’m twenty-two years old, Daddy. I’m not some confused little girl who doesn’t understand what she wants. I chose this. I chose you.”

Kyros let out a slow breath, his large hand stroking gently up and down my back. His fingers eventually slipped into my long wavy hair, cradling the back of my head.

“I know you did, baby,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “And hearing you stand up to her like that… it did something to me. Made me proud. Make me want you even more, if that’s possible.” He pulled back just enough to look down at me, those smoky green eyes intense. “But this won’t be easy, Freya. Your mother is going to make noise. The pack elders respect me, but even they have limits. An Alpha getting involved with his stepdaughter… it could be seen as a weakness.”

I searched his face, my fingers tracing the hard lines of his jaw. “Do you regret it? Choosing me over the safe arrangement you had with her?”

“Never,” he answered without hesitation. He cupped my face with both hands, thumbs brushing over my cheeks. “I spent months trying to ignore how badly I needed you. Every time you walked through the house in those little outfits, every time you called me Daddy with that sweet voice… you broke me, Freya. And I don’t want to be put back together.”

A warm flutter filled my chest. I rose up on my toes and kissed him softly, tasting the lingering heat between us. When I pulled away, I kept my body pressed close to his.

“Then we face it together,” I said firmly. “I’m not going anywhere. I don’t care what Mom says or what the elders might think. This feels right. The way you touch me, the way you look at me… no one has ever made me feel like this.”

Kyros’s grip on me tightened. His hands slid down to my waist, then lower, palming my ass through the thin dress. I could already feel him getting hard again against my stomach.

“You’re really ready for everything this means?” he asked, voice dropping deeper. “Because once I claim you openly, there’s no hiding anymore. No more stolen moments. You’ll be mine in every way. In my bed every night. Wearing my mark. Carrying my scent so every wolf in the pack knows exactly who you belong to.”

The words sent a rush of heat through my body. I bit my lower lip and nodded, looking up at him with complete honesty.

“I want that,” I whispered. “I want all of it, Daddy. I want to wake up with you inside me. I want you to bend me over whenever you need me. I want to be the one who calms the Alpha when the pack gets too heavy. I’m ready.”

A deep growl rumbled in his chest. He lifted me effortlessly, setting me back on the edge of his desk. His hands pushed my dress up again, exposing my bare, still-sensitive p***y that was still slick with his earlier release.

“Then let’s start right now,” he said, voice thick with hunger as he freed his thick c**k once more. “No more hiding.”

He rubbed the swollen head along my folds, coating himself in our mixed wetness, before pushing back inside me with one slow, deep thrust. I moaned softly, wrapping my arms around his neck as he filled me completely.

“f**k, you feel so good,” he groaned against my ear. “So tight and warm around your Daddy’s cock.”

I moaned softly, my walls fluttering around his heavy length as he rocked into me with slow, deep strokes. But even as pleasure coursed through my body, a bold new hunger stirred inside me. I wanted more. I wanted to see him submit to me, even if only for a moment.

I placed my hands on his broad chest and gently pushed him back. He stilled, looking down at me with those smoky green eyes dark with lust and slight confusion.

“Pull out, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice breathy but firm.

Kyros obeyed, sliding his glistening c**k free from my soaked p***y with a wet sound that made me shiver. I slid off the desk on shaky legs, my cream-colored dress still bunched around my waist, his c*m slowly dripping down my inner thighs. I looked up at him, feeling powerful, desired, and completely unafraid.

“Get on your knees, Daddy.”

A low, dangerous growl rumbled deep in his chest. For a second I wondered if I had pushed too far, but then Kyros’s eyes flashed with raw hunger. Without a word, the powerful Alpha sank to his knees before me on the thick carpet of his office.

The sight of him like that — six-two of solid muscle, broad shoulders, and pure dominance kneeling at my feet — made my p***y throb with fresh need.

I lifted one leg and rested my foot on the edge of the desk, spreading myself open right in front of his face. “Taste us,” I breathed. “Clean up every drop of your c*m that’s dripping out of me.”

Kyros’s hands gripped my thighs possessively as he leaned in. His hot breath ghosted over my sensitive folds first, teasing me, before his tongue dragged slowly up my slit in one long, filthy stroke. He groaned deeply at the taste of our combined release, the sound vibrating straight through my core.

“f**k, baby,” he muttered, voice rough. “You taste so sweet mixed with me.”

Then he devoured me.

There was nothing gentle about the way his mouth claimed my p***y. His tongue pushed deep inside me, scooping out his own thick c*m before licking it up with obscene hunger.

He sucked on my swollen folds, then moved to my c**t, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud before sucking it hard between his lips.

I cried out, my fingers threading tightly through his salt-and-pepper hair as I ground myself against his face. “Yes, Daddy… just like that. Eat your little girl’s pussy.”

Kyros growled at me and doubled his efforts. Two thick fingers plunged back inside my dripping heat, curling relentlessly against my g-spot while his mouth focused completely on my c**t. He ate me like a starving man, messy and desperate, his growls and wet sounds filling the office. My juices and his c*m coated his chin and lips, but he didn’t care. He only wanted more.

My legs began to tremble violently. The pleasure built fast and merciless, coiling tighter in my belly until I could barely breathe.

“I’m going to c*m,” I whimpered, my voice breaking. “Don’t stop… please don’t stop, Daddy.”

He sucked my c**t harder, fingers f*****g me faster, and the orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. I screamed, thighs clamping around his head as I came hard, flooding his mouth with my release. Kyros kept licking and sucking through every pulse, drinking down everything I gave him like it was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted.

When the waves finally eased, I was panting, barely able to stand. Kyros rose to his feet, his face shiny with my juices, eyes burning with primal need. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then pulled me into a deep, filthy kiss so I could taste myself on his tongue.

“You’re going to be the death of me, Freya,” he growled against my lips, lifting me again and pressing my back against the desk. “But I’ll happily die between your thighs.”

I smiled breathlessly, wrapping my legs around him once more as I felt his massive c**k nudge against my entrance again.

“Good,” I whispered, nipping at his bottom lip. “Because I’m nowhere near finished with you yet, Daddy.”