06: Father-in-law

SERA

Ewww… gross. That was my first thought.

But then my eyes lingered. My brain screamed at me to look away or turn around and pretend I hadn’t walked into this mess, but my gaze betrayed me. I stared longer than I should. Gods help me, I stared too long.

And the truth was difficult to admit. He was impressively big.

Was it because he was an Alpha? Did the Moon Goddess sprinkle a little extra blessing on his body just to torture females like me? My stomach twisted. It was wrong. I knew it was wrong. He was my dad’s best friend, and worse, the father of my fated mate.

But knowing all that didn’t stop my curiosity.

The rational part of my mind was screaming warnings. Yet here I stood frozen like prey, watching him and ignoring all the red lights.

It was silly—stupid even, but I couldn’t stop imagining what it would be like if I touched him, if I picked up where he had left off. My mind painted images I had no business entertaining. How would he look if he let go completely? If instead of his own hand, it was mine driving him insane?

Heat spread low in my belly and my thighs clenched of their own accord. I hated myself for thinking about it, but I couldn’t help it. My traitorous body was hungry and desperate to have a taste of an Alpha.

Holy shit, dead that silly thought, Sera.

The wolf inside me stirred restlessly, recognizing something in his scent that made her pace. I guess she also knew what was good for us.

But even as I tried to rationalize it, my body betrayed me. My nipples hardened beneath my thin cotton top, and moisture pooled between my legs despite every logical reason to be disgusted.

I shook my head, desperately pushing the images away. He was my enemy, and yet… my throbbing body didn’t give a damn about it cared only about what was between his legs and the pleasure it promised.

Disgust twisted with temptation until I couldn’t tell them apart.

To break the storm inside me, I cleared my throat loudly, forcing words out before silence dragged me deeper into madness. “Mr. Alpha,” I said, sharper than I intended, “how many of your pack members know this is what you do in your free time?”

His head snapped toward me, eyes hard as stone. For a heartbeat, I thought he might lunge. Instead, his voice came low and cutting. “Stop that, Sera.”

Saying my name again did something stupid to me. The possession made my wolf spiked and submitted simultaneously. “Don’t fucking tell me you like him already. You’re cheap,” I whispered

“I could say the same for you too,” my wolf sneered.

He could try to cloak his shame with authority, but I wasn’t about to let this go. My lips curved despite the tightness in my chest. “Why? Afraid the truth stings?”

I heard he was one of the strongest Alpha and he could scent almost everything. Damn it! I hope he doesn’t smell my arousal.

But I pressed on. “Tell me, Alpha. Is this the lesson you pass on to your warriors? To relieve themselves in the shadows?”

Dragging his shorts, he turned to me giving me a better view while leaving his belt undone. He began to walk toward me and damn it, the sight nearly knocked the air out of me.

The effect his body had on me was unfair, how can all of these belong to one person? Broad chest, defined abs, with veins running down his arms like rivers. He consumed me, pressing against my skin like invisible heat.

I sucked in a shaky breath as I instinctively took a step back.

“I dare you to say that again,” he warned, his formerly calm voice now hoarse. He wasn’t just angry. He was afraid, though he tried to hide it beneath the weight of his threat.

My lips quirked, though my insides trembled. “I said what I said. I’ll even repeat it.” I steadied my voice though it wavered in my chest. “Is that what you teach your pack—to handle themselves the way their Alpha does?”

My words cut, but the truth was, I was distracting myself. Because standing this close, his body wasn’t something I could dismiss as mere intimidation tactics. Not at all.

Every inch of him screamed temptation. His abs rippled with each step, a map of sin. And then there was that tattoo—an enormous wolf’s head inked over his chest, stretching across muscle and down to his nipple.

I hated how much it made my heart race.

The air between us snapped with tension. My wolf wouldn’t stop responding.

My back hit the wall, trapped between him. His shadow fell over me, he smelled nice and expensive only that I could still smell his dog scent. He lifted his hand slowly, and his damp thumb from his earlier swept gently my lips.

Heat seared through me, my breath hitched. His touch was indecent and claiming.

And gods help me, my lips parted under his thumb, only for him to withdraw. This was madness.

I cursed myself for wearing a kind of top out of all days. My nipples had hardened and I prayed he didn’t notice.

But the glint in his eyes told me he did.

“Such a responsive little wolf,” he murmured, his free hand coming up to trace the outline of one peaked nipple through my shirt. The touch sent lightning straight to my v card. “Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind hasn’t caught up.”

My tongue moved before reason caught up. I swept it across my lips, tasting his sperm. My stomach dropped. What the hell was I doing? Yet I couldn’t deny it. He tasted… heavenly.

His mouth curved in a dangerous smile. “I knew you’d love the taste of me.”

This was exactly what he wanted, to reduce me to a quivering mess who forgot why I hated him.

With cruel gentleness, he slid his hand, prying my lips open. Then, one by one, he dipped his fingers into my mouth, letting me taste what remained of his release. My tongue betrayed me, curling around his fingers, savoring more than I should. The world tilted. Shame burned my skin, but desire drowned it, leaving me trembling.

This was the of an Alpha with a large penis. My wolf preened under the attention, practically purring as she absorbed his essence.

He leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear. “See? Even you can’t resist.”

His words were like a slap of cold water. Even you, as if he was inevitable. The arrogance in his tone made rage flare in my chest.

My pride screamed, ‘you’re being toyed with, Sera!’ And yet I stood there, body stiff but heart hammering, convincing myself he needed me more than I needed him. I was supposed to turn away. I was supposed to walk out. Instead, I stayed rooted, drinking in every forbidden second.

I wanted more. Not his fingers or his taste on my tongue. I wanted what was hidden between his legs, where only true surrender could reach.

I should be dealing with my enemy without them knowing my weakness. But what happens when your enemy is your weakness? When the very man you should hate makes your body beg?

Deadly and dangerous thoughts filled my head.

His other hand came up to cup my breast, thumb rubbing circles over the hardened bud. The sensation shot straight to my core, making me gasp despite myself. My body arched into his touch, seeking more contact even as my mind screamed warnings.

I closed my eyes, letting my hands fall on his rock hard chest, with my fingers trailing his skin.

“That’s it,” he breathed, his voice rough with satisfaction. “Stop fighting what you want.”

But I couldn’t stop fighting. If I surrendered to this, if I let him break down my defenses, what would be left of me when someone walked in and caught us?

I raised my knee sharply and slammed it on his balls.

He groaned loudly, clutching himself as he staggered back. His face twisted in pain, and the mighty Alpha Kael, the untouchable king of this pack, crumpled for a heartbeat.

For a moment, I wanted to apologize to him, but then again, I wasn’t in his Pack for this.

“What the fuck, father-in-law?” I spat faking annoyance.