Chapter 3: Forbidden Taste

THEA

He didn't wait for an answer... 

He pushed forward, sliding into my mouth. I gasped, a muffled sound of surprise, and immediately began to choke.

"I knew it. You can't take more than this," he smirked, though his voice was thick with need. He started to move his hips, a slow, punishing drive that forced me to accommodate him. 

He began to moan, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through my skull. He stopped for a second, pulling back just enough to see the mess I was in.

My face was flushed, my lips stretched, and his scent was everywhere.

"Moon... You're a seductress," he groaned, his voice cracking. "How could I still want to ruin this little mouth of yours when you're already ruined?"

Without thinking, one of my hands slid down between my thighs. My gown bottoms were already soaked through. I rubbed against myself through the fabric, my movements frantic and messy, matching the rhythm of his hips. 

I moaned around him, the sound lost in the friction of our bodies.

Then, he stiffened. He stayed buried deep for a long, agonizing moment. I felt the sudden, hot gush of him filling me, thick and overwhelming.

He pulled out abruptly, his hand still tight in my hair, and hauled me to my feet. I stumbled, my head spinning, as he began to lead me toward the back of the room.

"Spill that into the bathroom," he commanded, his voice harsh.

I stopped walking. 

The sudden resistance made him halt and turn back to me. He wanted me to spit it out?

Why?

"Don't you dare," he said through gritted teeth. He saw the look in my eyes; he knew exactly what I was thinking.

But the defiance was already there, bubbling up in my chest. I looked him dead in the eye and swallowed, the heat sliding down my throat.

He stared at me, his expression a mix of shock and something that looked dangerously like fear. His hand dropped from my hair, his fingers trailing away as if I had suddenly burned him.

"What... the hell?" he muttered, sounding half-annoyed and half-breathless. "You want to carry your best friend's dad's child? Is that it?"

He looked genuinely disturbed by the prospect, his Alpha instincts clashing with the reality of what we were doing. 

I stared back at him, my heart heavy. For a split second, I remembered Liana. I remembered everything she had done for me, the way she had welcomed me into her home, and the promise I had made to be a good friend. 

But as I looked at Rowan standing there, shirtless and powerful, I couldn't find the regret.

"Is it bad?" I asked softly.

He groaned and pulled me against him again, burying his face in the crook of my neck.

"You're unbelievable," he whispered against my skin.

Suddenly, a voice shattered the silence. A voice that made my blood run cold.

"Thea! Thea! Where are you?"

My eyes went wide, the pupils shrinking with terror. Reality hit me like a physical blow. It was Liana. She had probably finished eating, and she was headed this way.

The panic was instantaneous.

How the hell did I end up here?

I was supposed to be at the dining, I was supposed to be a sister eating with her... not the girl in her father's bathroom with his taste still in my mouth.

Rowan didn't hesitate. 

In a blur of Alpha speed, he flashed to the bed, snagging his underwear and trousers.

Before I could even blink, he was back at my side. He scooped me up into his arms, and I clung to him instinctively, my heart pounding against his bare chest. 

In a flash, we were inside his massive bathroom, the door clicking shut behind us just as the bedroom door opened.

He set me down on the cold tile and looked at me, his expression stern and focused. "Will you come down now, or do you want your friend to see you here?"

His voice was like a bucket of ice water, snapping me back to reality. I stepped back, my face burning with a deep, shameful blush. 

I watched him as he moved, amazed by how effortlessly he used his power. His suite was a palace... the bedroom was all gold and opulence, but the bathroom was sterile, blinding white.

My eyes drifted back to him as he stepped into his underwear.

I couldn't help it; my gaze landed on him again, and my stomach did a somersault. 

I found myself wondering what it would feel like to have him fully inside me. I wondered if I could even survive it.

He pulled up his trousers and buckled his belt, the metal clinking in the quiet room.

"What you're thinking... it will not happen," he said, his eyes meeting mine. 

Green clashed with grey.

Why not? I asked him silently, the question screaming in my mind.

He answered as if I’d spoken it aloud, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Because I'm your best friend's dad. I'm your alpha and we are forbidden, Thea. What we did... it was just one time. No one must know."

He reached the sink, his back to me. He turned on the water and washed his hands thoroughly, his muscles rippling under his skin. He looked at me through the mirror. "Come here."

I didn't move. I knew what he wanted.

"Wash yourself. Make sure my scent is not on you. I'm going to see my daughter."

I shook my head, my eyes filling with tears of frustration.

"No. Please," I muttered. I didn't want to wash him away. I wanted to carry the scent of him like a secret prize.

He hissed, his brow furrowing. "Don't disobey me, Little T. She’s almost here."

And just like he said, Liana’s voice rang out from the bedroom. "Dad? Dad! Are you in there? Are you still home?"

She sounded so happy, and innocent. It made my stomach turn with guilt.

Rowan walked back to me when he saw I still wasn't moving. He grabbed my arm, his grip firm, and pulled me toward the sink. He splashed cold water onto my face, the shock of it making me gasp.

"Wash yourself," he repeated, his voice low and commanding. "I’m going to see my daughter."

He didn't wait for me to agree.

He turned and walked out of the bathroom, leaving me standing there in the white silence.

"Hrghh!" I clenched my fists, a silent scream of rage and longing tearing through me as the door clicked shut behind him.

"Really, Dad! So you're still home?" Liana’s voice was clear now, full of excitement. "Have you seen my friend around? Have you seen Thea? I think she got lost in this big house!"

My heart ached with every word she spoke. She was worried about me. She cared about me. 

And here I was, standing in her father's shower, trying to scrub the evidence of my betrayal off my skin. 

I turned the handle, the water spraying down on me, and began the agonizing task of washing him away.