His Forbidden Desire

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She ran down the steps barefoot, t**s bouncing like they were trying to escape her dress, and hugged me in a tight embrace. My mouth dried. Her boobs were bigger than last year. Full. Heavy. Round. Perfect.

She wasn’t wearing a bra. Of course she wasn’t. Her n*****s were hard from the wind, and her grin was devilish.

“My God, you look grown!” she shouted, grabbing me again in a hug that smelled like perfume, rose, and secrets. Her boobs pressed right up against mine.

“You’ve got bigger boobs now!” I laughed, blushing, trying not to stare at the way hers bounced when she pulled back and threw her arms wide.

“What? Last year you were flatter than my notebook. Now look at you!” She spun around the place like a tipsy fairy, then shook her ass with a playful slap. “You’re gonna make my life a living hell, aren’t you?”

“Shut up,” I muttered, heat rising in my cheeks as I tucked a curl behind my ear. But I was smiling. For a second, it almost felt like we were still little girls—sneaking wine from the bar, peeking into forbidden places, pretending we didn’t know about the relationship between boys and girls.

“Come on,” she said, grabbing my hand and dragging me toward the mansion. Her ass bounced with every step. Her short dress rode higher with every swing of her hips. “Daddy renovated the whole house. It’s splendid—more beautiful now. Luxurious cushions, marble floors, new paintings and art decorations. New guards who look hot as fuck.”

I blinked. “Sounds… interesting and amazing.”

“You have no idea.” She tossed her hair. “And the pool…” She stopped, turned, grabbed her t**s, and played with them. “The pool is so cool and sexy, it made my n*****s hard.”

I choked. “Mia…”

“I mean, look!” she laughed, cupping her boobs and squeezing. “Permanent diamonds, babe. Daddy made it aesthetic or whatever. Black tiles. Underwater lights. No rules. I gave a blowjob on a boat last week. You’re gonna have the best f*****g Christmas.”

Jesus. Her laugh rang through the courtyard as she pulled me toward the looming, stunning estate. There were guards by the door—big, muscular, unsmiling, watching. I felt their eyes on my legs, chest, face, and ass. I didn’t look back because I already knew where the real threat was. Inside.

The front doors were massive, high-cast with pure gold and diamonds. They opened with a sound like breath being sucked from a grave. Cold air hit my skin and made my face flush. Beneath my hoodie, my n*****s clenched a bit.

The atmosphere smelled of mint, dark wood, power, masculinity. And something darker and oppressive. Alpha. Him. I clenched my thighs. No. Not now. Not in front of her. But goddess, the house smelled like him. Like his sheets. Like sweat, s*x, and blood mixed together.

I followed her deeper—past chandeliers, black carpets, oil paintings of wolves with blood dripping from their jaws.

“This place isn’t a house,” I whispered.

She glanced at me over her shoulder. “It’s a castle,” I finished.

Mia smirked. “Yeah. And Daddy’s the king. Which means you better behave.” She winked, licking gloss off her bottom lip. “Unless you want him to punish you.”

My knees almost buckled. She didn’t mean it like that, but my cunt clenched anyway. How I wished him to bend me over, spank me for being a bad girl, and then claim me afterwards.

She opened a door. “This is your room.”

The space was unreal and massive. Silks. Candles. Curtains. Big bed. View of the woods. Everything screamed luxury and affluence.

And then I saw him.

Through the window. Sword in hand. Shirtless. Muscles glistening in the sun like oil poured over fire. Kingsley. Alpha. King of this dark nightmare. His body moved like a weapon—every swing of the sword brutal, every twist of his torso sinful. I bit my lip so hard it bled.

Then he turned. And he saw me. Our eyes locked. Blue. f*****g blue. Like frostbite. Like sin. And then… he smiled. Warm. Kind. Harmless, or so he thought.

I stumbled back from the window as if pulled by my soul. My thighs were soaked. My chest heavy. My panties already ruined.

“Mia…” I rasped. She didn’t answer. She was gone. Gone like the wind had blown her away.

Now I was alone. Suffering. My p***y clenched like it was begging for a d**k I hadn’t even seen yet, with the ghost of that smile dragging me to my knees. I backed away from the window. I needed to breathe. I needed to change.

“What the f**k? It was just a smile. Harmless and cool,” I told myself. But why was my body reacting otherwise?

I needed to get my s**t together before I screamed. Because if Alpha Kingsley didn’t f**k me soon, I was going to go insane. And the worst part? I’d let him. Gladly. Willingly. Like a little w***e.

I reached between my legs just to check. I was dripping wet. f**k, that was faster than before—and he hadn’t even laid a finger on me. Not yet.

But he will. Because this Christmas? I wasn’t leaving Graymoon Pack untouched. He was going to f**k me, choke me, breed me, and make me bear his pubes. Make me scream his name with tears on my cheeks as he pounded me mercilessly, hard, and his c*m pouring out of me in thick, endless waves. And when it was over? I’d crawl back, begging for more.