Marked By My Best Friend's Dad

The Alpha Visit

~Eunice

I was flipping through the stack of student files on my desk, routine paperwork that usually bored me to death when Iris Rivera’s folder landed in my hands.

I opened it without thinking, and there she was, the passport photo staring back at me.

Even in that stiff, official shot she was stunning.

Dark waves framing her face, full lips curved just enough to look like a secret, eyes that seemed to dare you to look longer.

I’d seen pretty girls before, plenty but none like this. None that made my pulse kick up with one glance.

I set the file down and grabbed my phone, fingers already typing her name into f*******: before I could stop myself.

Her profile wasn’t private. Good girl.

I scrolled straight to the album from last summer, beach photos. There she was in a black bikini, water glistening on her skin, curves on full display as she laughed at the camera.

One shot had her lying on her stomach in the sand, back arched just enough to show the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips.

I felt it instantly, heat pooling low, thighs pressing together under my desk. My breath came shorter. I zoomed in on her face, her lips, then lower. God, the things I’d do to her.

I’d pay anything. Any price. Money, favors, whatever it took to have her under me, moaning my name, that perfect body mine to ruin and worship.

I leaned back in my chair, one hand slipping beneath my skirt without even thinking, eyes still locked on her photo.

She didn’t know it yet, but Iris Rivera was going to be mine.

One way or another.

A knock interrupted my scrolling, hesitant.

“Come in,” I called, voice cool.

The door opened and Sasha stepped inside, closing it behind her with a soft click. Tall, blonde, legs for days, the kind of beauty that turned heads in the halls.

I’d had her before, more than once. She knew how to please, knew exactly what I liked.

But today, even as she stood there in her tight little skirt and blouse, she was nothing compared to Iris. She's just a distraction. A pale substitute.

I flicked my wrist, sending the printed album of photos sliding across the floor to her feet, shots from the club last weekend, academy score badges pinned proudly on their clothes like idiots.

“What is the meaning of this, Sasha?” I asked, keeping my tone soft but edged with steel. “You know students sneaking off to clubs is none of my business. But wearing our academy badge while doing it? That’s a crime.”

She dropped to her knees instantly, eyes down. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I was drunk, I forgot to take it off.”

I poured myself a glass of red wine from the decanter on my desk, letting the silence stretch just long enough to make her squirm.

“You know the price for punishment, don’t you?” I said, swirling the liquid lazily.

She nodded, lips parting slightly.

I smiled.

Slowly, deliberately, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my lace panties and slid them down my legs, stepping out of them.

I tossed them onto the desk like discarded evidence, then hiked my skirt up to my hips, exposing myself fully.

“Get to work,” I growled.

She didn’t hesitate. She crawled forward on her knees, hands gripping my ass hard as she buried her face between my thighs.

Her tongue found my c**t immediately, hot, eager, swirling in tight circles before dipping lower, curving inside me.

I moaned loudly, unrestrained, my head falling back as pleasure shot through me. My free hand fisted in her hair, holding her in place while the other kept my skirt bunched high.

She worked me expertly, tongue thrusting and licking, nose brushing my c**t with every stroke. My hips rocked against her mouth, chasing the release I needed.

But even as I climbed higher, gasping, thighs trembling, even as I came hard against her tongue, nearly screaming it wasn’t enough.

Because it wasn’t Iris.

I dragged her up by a fistful of that blonde hair, pulling her mouth to mine. I kissed her hard, tongue pushing past her lips to taste myself on her, salty, wet, still warm from where she'd just been.

She whimpered into me, hands clutching my thighs, but I didn't care about her pleasure.

I shoved her back down between my legs, none too gently.

"Use your damn fingers," I growled, voice rough with need.

She obeyed instantly, sliding two fingers deep inside me while her tongue returned to my c**t.

The stretch was perfect, full, insistent and I rolled my hips against her hand, riding her fingers as she curled them just right.

My head fell back, a low moan tearing from my throat. Pleasure built fast, sharp, coiling tight in my core.

But even as I climbed higher, even as her mouth and fingers worked me mercilessly, pushing me toward the edge again.

It wasn’t her face I saw behind my closed eyes.

It was Iris.

Always Iris.

And that made the release, when it finally crashed over me, both sweeter and more bitter than anything Sasha could ever give.

The door flew open without warning.

Sasha shot up from her knees, wiping her mouth frantically with the back of her hand, eyes wide with panic.

I yanked my skirt down in one sharp motion, smoothing it over my thighs as if nothing had happened.

“You may leave,” I said coolly.

Sasha didn’t need telling twice. She bolted past the intruder and disappeared down the hall.

I looked up, irritation already flaring.

“Haven’t I told you to knock before entering my office?” I snapped at my secretary, Lena, who stood calmly in the doorway like she hadn’t just walked in on me with a student’s face between my legs.

Of course it didn’t faze her. Lena had been with me for years. She’d seen worse, much worse. She knew every dark corner of my life and kept them buried without being asked.

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” she said, bowing slightly, expression neutral. “It was urgent.”

I leaned back in my chair, reaching for the wine glass I’d been nursing. “What could possibly be so urgent that you’d break my rules?”

She hesitated just long enough to make my stomach tighten.

“For the first time in nine months, Alpha Duncan has decided to visit the school today.”

The wine caught in my throat. I coughed, spilling red across my desk as the glass slipped from my fingers.

Alpha Duncan was here.

My brother was here.

Why?

I stared at Lena, heart suddenly pounding. Duncan never came to the academy unless something big was happening. And the last time we’d spoken, really spoken he’d made it clear he didn’t trust me with anything beyond the bare minimum.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, forcing my voice steady.

“When?” I asked.

“He’ll be here within the hour.”

I stood slowly, smoothing my skirt again, mind already racing.

Whatever the reason, it wasn’t good.