Craving My Dad’s Alpha Bestfriend

~ Rosette~ I f****d my Daddy’s Alpha best friend. Yes, you heard that right. And I won’t lie… I’m so f*****g glad I did. Those thoughts didn't just tempt me for days, they tormented me for weeks, months. Crawling under my skin, torturing my every existence. They made my p***y wet. Soaked. My n*****s always stiff, aching for his touch. He was my filthiest fantasy. So, yes. I took him like a f*****g dirty w***e. Each and every day. In my dreams and in reality. Not once. Not twice. Not the f*****g hundredth. I made him throb. Go wild. Addicted The Alpha himself. Draven Ravencroft. The almighty. A stinking billionaire. A monster in human form. A man carved out of power and sin. He killed with his bare hands, leader of an army of wolves. Darkness trailed over him like he belonged there, like he owned it. He wasn’t just a king. He was the whole f*****g kingdom. His claws alone on me made my p***y burn. Wet. Overheated. Draven was both control and chaos. My f*****g redemption. I was made for him. I ached for him. Needy. Desperate like a little naughty slut. His little omega slut. I came from the sound of his footsteps. From the murmur of his name. Untouched. Unclaimed. And before you judge me like you’ve never done the craziest, like you’ve never fantasized about it, whispered it between closed doors, dripped from the thought of it. The only difference between us is… I did it. So yeah, I don’t care. I willingly took the pleasure. I tasted the sin. Moaning to his fat, hard d**k in my mouth. Fat. Very fat, like it could explode any minute. Veins snaked up it like roots feeding on something unseen. Bruising every edge of my lips. I didn’t care. I didn’t flinch for a second. I wanted him. I needed him. To break me. Destroy me. Ruin me. I wanted to scream at every thrust, so hard. Like a stupid bitch I wanted the whole house to hear. I wanted them to know that I was his. And his alone. It all started when my father died in a war. He was a respected beta warrior, and he fought fiercely for Blackwood Park until his last breath. Now, he is gone. It became my responsibility to take care of and provide for my mother and my little brother, even if it meant moving in with my father’s rich Alpha best friend. I had only met Draven Ravencroft once at my eighteenth birthday party. Father had invited him that night. He had practically dragged me down the hall just to introduce us. Up close, he reeked of whiskey and smoke. Built like a danger. The kind of danger every parent warned their children about. At forty-four, every inch of him radiated power, commanding every room with nothing but his presence. His scent clung to me. Sharp. Intoxicating. I remembered how he looked at me that night, like I was something fragile he’d never want to touch. Never want to keep. Never want to ruin. And for some reason, that only made me want him more. Because from that goddamn day, I knew I was his. I craved him even when he wasn't there. Behind closed doors, I touched myself to his scent. To his husky voice. Pressing my face onto the pillow so no one could hear, circling my fingers over my c**t with his image burning into my head. I thrust in. One. Then two. Then three. I shoved it in until my body shivered with every hit. Every ounce of my arousal. Trembling like I was convulsing. His voice whispered in my head. His breath brushed my ears. “Yes, Rose. Keep doing that for me. Till the very day we meet.” And I came with his name in my mouth again. Again. And again. And again. It became my f*****g routine for two years of my life. I was obsessed with a man almost three times my age. My father’s best friend. And I didn’t care. I longed for him in silence. In secret. My panties always damp. My thighs always crossed. He wasn’t even mine. Never mine to touch. He was forbidden. Off limits. A complete taboo. But I wanted him. I wanted a c**k as thick as my forearm. I wanted my p***y to flutter from the thoughts of him. Now, I’m twenty. Full. Grown. Mother had joked about my t**s being three times bigger than before. I wanted it that way. For daddy. All for daddy. And yes, I called him that. I wanted him to see how far from an amateur I was now. I was ready. Legal. Fuckable. For him. To be used. I wanted every bit of it. Not slow. Not the sugar-coated f***s but rough, I wanted him to f**k me across the dinner table until my legs gave out. I wanted him to bend me over the toilet seat and f**k me loud enough, so everyone could hear. I wanted him to tie me up and f**k me until my brain blanked out. So I yanked on a tank top, my t**s nearly spilling out. I had the finest body. The kind of body men dreamed about. Thin waist. Huge ass. Heavy t**s. Curved. Soft. Dangerous. My n*****s were hard, pressing against the fabric like they wanted out. But all I could imagine was his face, his expression when I walked in. The way he’d turn. The way he’d freeze when he saw what I’d become. I wanted that very moment. The moment Draven realized the little girl he knew was gone… Replaced by a woman who wants nothing more than to ruin him the same way he ruined every sane thought in her head. God. I wanted to show him exactly what two years of waiting can turn a girl into. And I will. Because this is it. The day everything changes.