Chapter Four

SELENA’S POV

Five Minutes to Hide a Knot and a Screaming Omega

His knot was still thick and pulsing inside me when the text lit up the screen.

Chloe: pulling up now. wine + movie night. five mins. love u dad ❤️

Damian laughed, low, thrilled, the sound vibrating through his chest into my spine.

“Hold on to Daddy, baby. This is going to be fast and dirty.”

He stood up from the chair without pulling out, my legs dangling, arms locked around his neck, and started walking. Every step bounced me on his knot, the swollen base dragging across my G-spot like a threat. I came instantly, teeth sinking into his shoulder to keep from screaming. He growled approval, pace never slowing.

“Good girl. Milk it. Make Daddy’s knot go down faster.”

Another orgasm ripped through me before we reached the en-suite bathroom. The knot finally deflated enough for him to yank free with a wet, obscene pop. A river of cum poured down my thighs.

He tossed me over his shoulder and sprinted. Cold shower spray hit us both. Thirty seconds. His fingers shoved inside me, scooping his seed out, rough and clinical, while I sobbed from overstimulation. He washed my hair, my tits, between my legs like I was a toy he was putting away for later.

Cabinet door slammed open. White sundress, no bra, no panties. He spun me, zipped me, twisted my wet hair into a knot. Cologne. Breath mint. Shirt tucked. He looked immaculate.

I looked like I’d been fucked by a hurricane.

Front door opened downstairs.

“Dad? Sel, you here?”

We stepped into the hallway at the exact second Chloe’s footsteps hit the marble foyer. Damian shoved me into the shadowed corner of the landing, palm over my mouth, body pinning mine to the wall. Two thick fingers slid under the sundress and straight into my soaked pussy.

“Not one sound,” he breathed against my ear.

Chloe’s footsteps climbed the stairs.

He curled his fingers, stroked that spot that made my knees buckle, thumb circling my clit with surgical precision. I came silently, tears streaming, vision whiting out as Chloe reached the landing and called my name again.

He pulled his fingers free, licked them clean while staring into my eyes, then stepped out like nothing happened.

“There you are,” he called down, voice warm. “Selena spilled wine all over herself by the pool. I was just helping her change.”

Chloe bought it. She always did.

Movie night started twenty minutes later.

Lights off. Massive sectional. Chloe in the middle, me on the end, Damian on the other. Some rom-com neither of us watched. Ten minutes in, he stretched and dropped a cashmere blanket over all three of us.

His hand found my bare thigh under the fabric. Pushed the dress up. Two fingers sank home like they’d never left.

I spent the next two hours being edged to insanity while Chloe laughed at the screen and stole sips of wine. Every time I got close he stopped, squeezed my thigh hard enough to bruise, waited for me to calm, then started again.

Chloe finally passed out an hour and forty minutes in, head on my shoulder, soft little snores.

Damian didn’t wait thirty seconds.

He dragged me onto his lap, dress rucked to my waist, cock already out and dripping. One slow thrust and he was buried to the hilt. I bit his forearm to stay quiet. He fucked me in tiny, silent rolls of his hips, hand clamped over my mouth, the other pinching my clit until tears ran down my cheeks.

I felt his knot swell again, catching, locking, the first hot pulse of cum flooding me.

Chloe stirred.

“Mmm… love you, Sel…” she mumbled, nuzzling closer. Her hand flopped onto my bare thigh, fingers brushing the exact spot where Damian’s cock disappeared inside me.

Her eyes fluttered, almost opened.

He froze, knot halfway seated, cum still spilling.

Then the plot twist hit me like a freight train.

Chloe’s lips curved into a sleepy, wicked little smile.

“I know exactly what you’re doing, Daddy,” she whispered, voice husky, eyes finally opening, bright and amused and not one bit surprised. “I’ve known since the first night. You two aren’t quiet.”

My entire world imploded.

Damian’s arm tightened around my waist, possessive, unapologetic. Chloe’s fingers traced up my thigh until they brushed the stretched rim of my pussy where her father was knotted deep.

“Shh,” she crooned, leaning in to kiss my tear-stained cheek. “Don’t cry, baby. I’m not mad.”

Her tongue flicked my earlobe.

“I’m next.”

She looked straight at her father over my shoulder, eyes gleaming.

“Right, Daddy? You promised when I brought you the perfect little omega, I could watch. Maybe even help.”

Damian’s knot throbbed harder inside me, another thick spurt of cum painting my insides.

He smiled, slow and feral.

“Welcome home, princess.”

I can’t breathe. I can’t move. I’m impaled, overflowing, and my best friend just smiled and said she wants to watch her daddy breed me.

And from the way his cock just jerked again, he’s going to let her.