3- My Bully’s Daddy (Alpha)

KAEL.

She was late again and I was already hadd. Not from need. No because that was too simple. I could fuck any woman in this castle and leave her crawling the next morning but Elara?

The little maid who trembled every time she saw me. The one who couldn’t look me in the eye without her thighs pressing together like she was trying to hold herself in. She was different and I hated how different.

I haven’t fucked anyone in a long time that makes me desperate with obsession. Elara might as well be the mate I have been looking for for decades. At forty two, I still haven't met my mate still and I hate Moon Goddess for rhat. What if Elara is my mate?

I hated how her scent got stuck under my skin and made my cock ache in the middle of council meetings. I hated how I saw her in the mirror and in my sleep ams in the fucking steam rising off my bathwater. I hated how ruined she looked when she moaned my title through clenched teeth.

But gods I hated even more how good it felt to ruin her. So when the door creaked open behind me, I didn’t look up from the ledger in my hands. I didn’t have to because I could smell her. The sweat and the soap and her raw feminine heat.

There is also that little bloom of shame in her chest that always gave her away. She stepped into my office barely breathing and closed the door behind her like she was afraid of making a sound.

I waited ten seconds then twenty but she didn’t speak. She never did unless ordered to so I stood from my desk and turned to face her. She was in her uniform all wrinkled and slightly damp from cleaning. Her cheeks were pink anf fingers were clenched at her sides.

And her eyes? Already locked on my belt. I didn’t smile as I walked to her slowly. She didn’t step back this time. That was what told me everything I needed to know. She wanted it and I was going to give it to her.

Rough!

Fast!!

Messy!!!

I gripped her jaw in one hand and tilted her head up and kissed her. Hard with no softness. Just teeth and breath and domination. Her lips opened for me like she’d been waiting all day. I could taste her not just her mouth but the fear and desperation and need to be used.

“On the desk. Now!” I ordered my voice already thick.

She scrambled stumbling as she turned her palms flat against the polished mahogany and breathing hard. I came up behind her dragging her dress up to her waist and yanking her panties down so fast the elastic snapped. She was soaked and her pussy was glistening like she’d been thinking about this since the last time I filled her.

I didn’t prep her or warn. I pushed inside in one brutal thrust and her moan punched the air like musical. She braced herself with both arms her back arched and ass high taking every inch like the perfect little thing she was born to be.

“Fucking perfect.” I growled against her ear as I started to fuck her hard.

The desk shook. Her cries grew louder echoing off the office walls and her body jerking forward with every savage thrust. I gripped her hips tighter my fingers biting into soft skin and dragging her back onto my cock like I needed to bury myself in her soul.

I was so lost in the sound of her, and the way her walls clenched around me like she missed me that I almost didn’t hear the knock. I paused my cock buried deep and chest heaving. Elara froze beneath me her eyes wide and mouth open like she was about to cry or scream.

Another knock came.

“Alpha you called for council. They’ve arrived.” Came a soft voice from outside the door.

I gritted my teeth. My cock throbbed and twitching inside her. The scent of her arousal filled the room amd I should’ve pulled out. Should’ve let her scurry away and cleaned up like she wasn’t just begging for it. But I didn’t and instead I whispered low into her ear.

“Get under the desk.” She blinked at me confused. I gripped her chin and forced her to look at me.

“Now.”

She obeyed on shaky legs and torn panties still around her ankles dripping between her thighs. She crawled under my desk her eyes wild. Her face was flushed and her lips so swollen but she was smiling.

I adjusted myself and tugged my pants up enough to not look entirely indecent and called

“Come in.”

The door opened and three council members stepped inside. Oone of them was Mara, the female second-in-command of our border guards. Sharp eyes with thick thighs and deadly mouth. I trusted her with my life.

But I wasn’t prepared for what happened next. She looked at me then at the desk then she sniffed just once. A wolf’s instinct was sharp and subtle. And her eyes narrowed with confirmation and I know she knew. She knew someone was under there.

Her sharp senses picked up Elara’s scent instantly: heat and sex and sweat and filth and she didn’t say a word. Not a single twitch of shock or disgust crossed her face. Instead she tilted her head slowly almost curiously like a predator catching a familiar scent in the wind.

Her lips parted slightly and her pupils flared. And her stare locked onto mine like we were both in on something we hadn’t dared speak aloud. That was when Elara shifted beneath me.

Maybe she didn’t mean to or maybe the strain of kneeling or the fear of being discovered or the wet mess between her thighs or maybe it all became too much. Or maybe she was just desperate to continue.

Her lips brushed against my cock again and I felt the almost shy flick of her tongue against the underside of my shaft. My back straightened like a whip and I clenched my jaw hard enough to make it ache.

The need to growl and to slam her head down and to fuck her throat raw while my Beta’s sister sat across from me with bloodlust in her eyes was overwhelming. I begged the goddess for restraint I didn’t possess. Then Mara stepped forward.

Just a single step closer to the desk. Her eyes dipped lower not enough to fully see Elara but enough to sensw. Enough to make me wonder what kind of thoughts were running wild in her head. And I saw it then all subtle and hungry flicker behind her gaze.

She liked this and liked knowing. She didn’t flinch or even scowl in judgement. Her eyes dragged up to mine again and her lips curved though it was not a grin just a little smile. Like she was watching a show unfold.

Then she took her seat right across from me her legs crossing at the knee and her posture military perfect witj hands resting gently on her thighs like nothing out of place had occurred.

But under the desk Elara opened her mouth fully now. No more hesitation ad her lips wrapped around me again so soft and warm witj her tongue gliding along my length as she took me deeper. Not all the way because she couldn’t yet but godsss she tried.

Her mouth moved slow and steady careful not to make a sound and her hand resting at the base of my shaft as she sucked me with trembling devotion. And Mara never looked away.

I was pinned so fucking helpless in the most fucked up way. My cock was pulsing between Elara’s lips witj her tongue teasing the underside with every careful pull and the tip nudging her throat as her cheeks hollowed and Mara sat calmly watching the tension bleed out of me with eyes that knew exactly what was happening.

Her stare wasn’t cold or judgmental. It was worse because it was fascinating and she looks aroused too. Like she was waiting to see how far I’d let it go.

I shifted in my seat slightly gripping the edge of my chair hard enough to splinter the wood. My breathing stayed even though my mouth was in a thin line, but my pulse was a roar. Underneath me, Elara’s pace increased as her mouth grew bolder.

The little sounds she made were barely there slurps and wet glides started to mix with the scent of her dripping heat and it rose so thick into the air that even humans would’ve noticed. But Mara didn’t flinch only leaned back in her chair, lashes lowered and arms crossing over her chest as if she were settling in.

And then she did something that nearly made me come. She slowly slid her hand down her thigh. Fingertips brushing her leathers lightly trailing inward toward the heat between her legs. Her eyes never left mine because she wasn’t pretending anymore.

She was touching herself under the guise of innocence. Her fingers rubbed slow circles against her clothed sex pressing just enough to feel it. Her expression didn’t change. That was the worst part because she stayed cool. Her pupils were blown and her breathing told me everything.

Elara whimpered around my cock and thi vibration made me choke. I exhaled roughly and leaned back my knees spread wider forcing her to adjust. Her tongue flicked the tip again, lips sliding deeper now. I was so fucking close and my balls tightened.

Across the desk I saw Mara’s thumb moved faster. She was wet that I could smell it now. The slick between her thighs rising to meet the rhythm of Elara’s mouth on me. I should’ve stopped it.

My hand slid under the desk and tangled in Elara’s hair guiding her pace, and pushing her deeper. She gagged lightly. I growled low which was the only sound I’d allowed myself. Her throat tightened,l amd the tip of me breaching the edge of her limits and she moaned.

Mara bit her lip then slowly like a queen giving a command, she uncrossed her legs and parted them wider in her seat. She leaned forward slightly as if to reach for a pen buy her hand stayed between her legs stroking through her soaked folds and watching me watch her.

It was too much so I gripped Elara’s head and held her down coming with a silent snarl my cock throbbing against her tongue, hips jerking as I spilled down her throat. She took all of it while choking and swallowing. Her lips stretched around me as I emptied every drop inside her like she was meant for this.

Her hands clung to my thighs with her nails digging in anz her body shaking under the desk which was a mess of spit and come and obedience. I stayed still for a moment breathing hard.

I’m trying not to lose what little sanity I had left. Then I looked at Mara and she licked her fingers slowly one by one while staring at me. And finally she spoke.

“I’ll come back later. You’re clearly occupied.” She said smoothly while rising to her feet.

And with that she walked out like nothing happen leaving me wrecked. With a girl still on her knees under the desk and a growing dangerous idea in my head.

What if next time … she didn’t just watch?