Novels by Bee

Ready For My Stepdaddy 8The panic from Mom’s call lingered in the air like electricity, but instead of killing the mood, it only made everything more intense.We stood in the kitchen for a long moment, staring at each other — my thighs still slick with Dean’s cum, his cock already hardening again in his sweatpants. The knowledge that Mom would be home in just four days turned our secret into something urgent. Dangerous. Addictive.“Four days,” Dean repeated, his voice low and rough. He backed me against the counter, hands gripping my hips possessively. “We have to be careful when she gets back. Act normal. No touching. No looks that last too long. You sleep in your room. I sleep next to her.”I nodded, but my body betrayed me. My pussy clenched at the thought of sneaking around, of pretending nothing had happened while still feeling him inside me.“But until then…” I whispered, sliding my hand down to stroke his cock through the fabric, “I want you to fuck me like it’s the last time,

Ready And Wet For My Step daddy 7The rest of the day passed in a haze of stolen touches and heated glances. After the emotional intensity in the shower, Dean and I couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We fucked again on the couch, slow and deep while some forgotten movie played in the background. Then once more in the laundry room when I went to throw our cum-stained sheets in the washer. Each time he filled me, whispering filthy praises and soft reassurances that made my heart ache just as much as my body throbbed.By evening, I was exhausted, glowing, and still leaking his cum. But when Dean suggested we cook dinner together, something shifted again — that strange, dangerously domestic feeling.I wore one of his button-up shirts, sleeves rolled up, barely buttoned. He was in sweatpants again, moving around the kitchen with that quiet confidence I’d fallen for long before I let myself touch him.We made pasta. Simple, normal. But nothing about this was normal.As I stirred the sa

Wet And Ready For My Stepdaddy 6 The rest of the day passed in a haze of stolen touches and heated glances. After the emotional intensity in the shower, Dean and I couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We fucked again on the couch, slow and deep while some forgotten movie played in the background. Then once more in the laundry room when I went to throw our cum-stained sheets in the washer. Each time he filled me, whispering filthy praises and soft reassurances that made my heart ache just as much as my body throbbed. By evening, I was exhausted, glowing, and still leaking his cum. But when Dean suggested we cook dinner together, something shifted again — that strange, dangerously domestic feeling. I wore one of his button-up shirts, sleeves rolled up, barely buttoned. He was in sweatpants again, moving around the kitchen with that quiet confidence I’d fallen for long before I let myself touch him. We made pasta. Simple, normal. But nothing about this was normal. As I stirred th

Wet And Ready For My Stepdaddy 5After the intense session, Dean carried me upstairs to the master bathroom without a word. The shower was already running when he set me down gently on the cool tile floor. Hot steam filled the room as he stripped off the rest of his clothes and pulled me under the spray with him.For a moment, we just stood there under the water, his strong arms wrapped around me from behind. His cock was still half-hard, nestled against my ass, but he wasn’t pushing for more right away. His hands stroked my wet skin almost tenderly.That tenderness cracked something open inside me.This is what I’ve been missing for so long.My real dad left when I was twelve. One night after another screaming match with Mom, he packed his bags and walked out without even saying goodbye. After that, it was just me and her — but she was rarely around. Always chasing the next big promotion, the next business trip, the next way to avoid actually being a mother. I learned how to cook my

Ready And Wet For My Stepdaddy 4Walking around with Daddy’s cum still leaking out of me feels so filthy… and I love it.After breakfast, I spent the rest of the morning doing normal things — or at least pretending to. I cleaned the kitchen while wearing nothing but Dean’s t-shirt, feeling his warm load slowly dripping down my inner thighs with every step. Every time I bent over, I made sure he got a view of my bare, creamy pussy. He watched me like a predator the entire time, his cock half-hard in his sweatpants.“You’re playing a dangerous game, baby girl,” he warned at one point, cornering me against the counter and sliding two fingers deep inside me just to feel how messy I still was. “Keeping Daddy’s cum inside this greedy little cunt all day.”By afternoon, the tension was unbearable. I was constantly wet, aching, and throbbing. Dean had gone to his home office to “get some work done,” but I knew he was just as distracted as I was.I couldn’t take it anymore.I knocked softly on

Wet And Ready For My Stepdaddy 3I woke up slowly, my body deliciously sore in the best possible way. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, and for a moment I wondered if last night had been another one of my filthy dreams. But then I felt it — the deep ache between my thighs, the stickiness of Dean’s cum still leaking from my well-fucked pussy, and the faint bruises on my hips where his fingers had gripped me so possessively.He really did it. My stepdad fucked me senseless… and I loved every second of it.A soft smile played on my lips as I stretched, completely naked under the sheets. The house smelled like coffee and something sweet. I slipped on one of Dean’s oversized t-shirts — the hem barely covering my ass — and nothing underneath. My nipples were already hard again just thinking about him.I padded barefoot down the stairs toward the kitchen, my pussy tingling with every step.Dean was standing at the stove, shirtless in a pair of low-hanging black sweatpants, his tattooed

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN: The Awakening Kaira’s POVThe big northern gates were already shaking badly when we arrived.The bad rogue wolves were throwing their heavy bodies against the strong wood. They were snarling loudly, scraping their sharp claws against the gate, and their eyes were glowing brightly under the light of the full moon. Fire torches flickered all along the top of the stone walls, throwing long shadows everywhere. Thick smoke got into my nose and made it hard to breathe.Our pack warriors stood in a long line across the top of the wall with their bows and arrows ready to shoot."Hold your lines! Stay in formation!" Liam commanded in a powerful voice. His loud voice carried clearly across all the noise and chaos.Suddenly, the heavy wooden gate cracked loud. Once. Twice. Then, the strong wood split completely open in the middle. The very first wave of angry rogue wolves poured straight through the opening into our home.Everything turned into fast movement. All I could

CHAPTER FIVE: The Line He Drew Kaira’s Pov The next morning,I couldn’t help but feel a change in the pack house.It looked like the air itself had turned against me. Every time I walked down a corridor, conversations died instantly.Wolves turned their heads too fast or stared a little too long.I could feel their eyes staring at me with curiosity mixed with something colder. Something like suspicion or maybe even pity. I kept my eyes on the floor and tried to move faster without looking like I was running. “Kaira” I heard Liam called my name . His voice echoed through the hallway and I slowly turned .My heart was beating fast as I stared at him.My wolf was already feeling excited. Liam stood at the far end, dressed in black from head to toe, I stood there shamelessly checking him out his broad shoulders complimented his tall figure perfectly and his facial expression was moody.I couldn’t help but notice the scar he has on his left check. Two guards stood a step

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE: The Man Beside the Throne Kaira’s POVI did not sleep at all.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the Beta’s face. He looked calm, loyal, and friendly. But now I knew that his smile was a lie. The letter from Liam’s father would not leave my mind.The traitor is someone close to me. Close. Trusted. Standing right next to the throne.The next morning, the pack gathered to train in the lower field. It was a normal daily routine. But nothing felt normal anymore.The Beta stood right next to Liam, giving orders to the warriors. His voice was steady and his movements were confident. The other wolves listened to him without question. He looked perfectly loyal. He looked strong. He looked like the last person who would ever betray the pack.Liam’s face showed no emotion. He did not look at the Beta any longer than he had to. Neither of them showed any signs of what they knew. It was like watching two wolves circle each other while everyone else noticed nothing.Later, L

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR: The Letter in the WallsKaira’s POVI could not sleep.After everyone found out the truth about my birth, the house felt different. The walls felt too close. The whispers grew louder. Every servant looked at me in a new way. It was not because they felt sorry for me, and it was not out of kindness. It was fear.Royal blood. Those words followed me everywhere.By morning, the Great Council sent another message. They wanted proof. They did not want stories or rumors. They wanted real proof. If I was truly the lost child of Luna Elara, the Council would demand papers, witnesses, and a blood test. Until then, I was seen as a problem.I went into Liam’s study. He looked very tired, but he stood up straight."They will test your blood," he said quietly."How?" I asked."With old magic," he answered. "Sacred stones. The royal family has a special mark in their blood. The stones will react to it."My stomach hurt with worry. "And if it does not react?"He did not answer

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE: The Quiet ClaimLiam’s POVThe pack house finally slept.The corridors were dark, the last lanterns snuffed hours ago. No footsteps. No voices. Only the distant howl of wind against stone and the low, steady rhythm of my own pulse.I waited until the moon had climbed high before I moved.My room—Alpha quarters—was at the far end of the upper hall. Heavy oak door. Thick walls. No one entered without permission. Not even Isaac anymore.I left the door unlocked.She came silently, the way I taught her.The latch clicked softly. Then her scent—wild jasmine and warm skin—slipped into the room before she did.Kaira closed the door behind her without a sound.She wore the same plain brown dress from earlier, but her hair was loose now, dark waves spilling over her shoulders. In the moonlight spilling through the tall window, she looked like something carved from shadow and starlight.I stayed where I was—back against the wall, arms crossed, watching her.She didn’t spea

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO: The Morning AfterKaira’s POVMorning came too soon.The light slipped into my room like it always did, soft and quiet. But today it felt sharp. It reminded me that night was over. Our secret room was gone. The world was awake again.I lay still for a long time.Liam had left before the sun rose. He always did. There was no sign he had been there. No sound. No trace.Only the memory of his arms around me.I sat up slowly and pressed my hand to my chest. My heart felt heavy but steady.Be strong, he had said.I got dressed in my plain brown dress. I tied my hair back. I looked like any other servant girl in the pack house.No one would guess what I knew.No one would guess who I belonged to.When I stepped into the hallway, the house was already busy.Voices filled the air.“Move those flowers to the front hall.”“The white cloth goes on the long table.”“Where is Lucy’s gown?”The word gown made my stomach twist.I walked down the stairs carefully. I kept my face c

Forbidden Pleasures My Father’s Best Friend 20 Run away The heavy front door of the big lake house slammed shut with a final, booming thud that seemed to shake the entire structure from the roof down to the foundation. The loud sound vibrated through the quiet hallways and into the bedrooms like a crack of thunder in the dark. Victor was gone. Alice sat completely motionless in the very center of her large bed, her small hands shaking violently as she clutched the crumpled cotton sheet tightly against her bare, naked body. Her heart was beating so incredibly fast and hard against her ribs that she felt like she could barely breathe. Her lower half was still completely exposed to the cool night air under the loose fabric. Victor’s thick, warm cum was still leaking very slowly from her tight pussy, running down the sensitive skin of her inner thighs in a sticky, hot trail. It was a filthy, deeply intimate reminder of the raw sexual pleasure that had been violently ripped a

Forbidden Pleasures My Father’s Best Friend 19 Lonely The heavy wooden front door of the lake house slammed shut with a final, booming thud that echoed loudly through the quiet hallways. Victor was gone. Alice sat completely frozen in the center of her large bed, the top sheet still clutched tightly against her bare chest with shaking fingers. She stared blankly at the empty bedroom doorway where his massive frame had just disappeared into the dark hallway. Her entire body was still buzzing and vibrating from the raw physical heat of their suddenly interrupted sex. She could feel Victor’s thick, warm cum slowly leaking out of her hole and running down the sensitive skin of her inner thighs beneath the sheets, wetting the fabric. But the intense heat of raw sexual pleasure had been completely replaced by a cold, crushing wave of terrifying emotions. Hot, heavy tears streamed silently down her pale face, dripping onto her bare collarbone. Richard stood near the entranc

Forbidden Pleasures My Father’s Best Friend 18 I love Him The bedroom air was incredibly thick with raw shock, heavy breathing, and a terrifying sense of danger. Victor stood tall and imposing right beside the mattress, his massive shoulders entirely bare, and his highly muscular body completely tense as he faced his oldest friend. Alice sat up quickly on the rumpled sheets, her small hands shaking violently as she frantically pulled the fabric of the top blanket over her naked lower half. Her face had turned entirely pale with absolute horror, her wide eyes darting between the two large men in the room. “Richard, you need to calm down and listen to me right now,” Victor started to speak, his deep voice sounding incredibly low, urgent, and steady despite the circumstances. “This isn’t some cheap, meaningless summer fling between us. It started out very slow… but it became completely real for both of us. I care about her. I care about her deeply. You need to accept that A

Forbidden Pleasures My Father’s Best Friend 17 Caught That night, the entire lake house was deceptively quiet and completely still. Alice lay awake in her large bed, her heart racing wildly against her ribs from a mix of intense fear and raw anticipation. She was wearing nothing but a very thin white tank top that barely covered her bare ass, and she hadn't bothered to put on any panties underneath the light fabric. She knew with absolute certainty that Victor would keep his dirty promise and come to her room tonight. At exactly 1:22 AM, the wooden bedroom door opened completely silently. Victor slipped inside the dark room, closing the door behind his large frame with a very soft, quiet click. The bright summer moonlight streamed through the windowpane, highlighting his powerful, muscular bare chest and the large, obvious bulge pressing hard against the front of his black boxer briefs. Without saying a single word to her, he crossed the room to her bed, yanked the hea

The tension inside the large lake house had become almost completely suffocating for everyone living there. Richard had barely spoken a single word during the entire dinner that evening, sitting at the head of the table like a silent judge. His sharp, angry eyes watched absolutely everything that happened in the room. He noticed the exact way Victor’s gray eyes lingered heavily on Alice’s body whenever he thought no one else was paying attention. He saw the subtle, hot flush that instantly crept onto his young daughter’s cheeks whenever Victor walked closely behind her chair. Most of all, he noticed the undeniable way their bodies seemed to automatically gravitate toward each other, even during the most innocent moments of the evening. After the quiet dinner was finally over, while Claire went upstairs to take a long, relaxing bath in the master bathroom, Richard walked over to the liquor cabinet. He poured two large glasses of expensive whiskey, picked them up, and gave a firm

Forbidden Pleasures My Father’s Bestfriend 15 Suspicious The next morning, the entire lake house felt completely different. The warm summer air inside the rooms felt much thicker and heavier, weighed down by a massive amount of unspoken tension. Richard sat alone at the wooden breakfast table, nursing a hot mug of black coffee, his sharp eyes silently observing absolutely everything around him. He hadn’t slept more than an hour or two after what he had witnessedor rather, what he had heardin the middle of the night. He remembered the muffled, wet sounds echoing down the hallway. He remembered the slow, rhythmic creak of the old bed springs. And worst of all, he remembered the unmistakable shadow of a massive, broad-shouldered man slipping silently out of his young daughter’s bedroom at nearly two in the morning. He watched Alice very closely as she moved around the kitchen, pretending to clean the counters. Her skin looked deeply flushed, her eyes were distracted, and th