One

SERAPHINA

The picture of Damien Wolfe sat beside my mirror. 

I shouldn’t be doing this, not when I was promised to his son. I had told myself I wouldn’t do it tonight. 

That was the same thing I said last night and the night before that, and every night for the past four years. 

I was naked. Like completely naked. I stared at myself at the reflection mirror. My nipples were dark and so hard, begging for his fist around it. 

Fuck, I dropped onto my bed, legs falling open wide. My breath came in ragged pulls. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. 

I tried to think about Marcus instead. The man I was supposed to be in love with, the man who held my hand at the packed dinner tonight and smiled at me with those grey eyes that are almost…almost his father’s. 

Almost. 

That was the problem, wasn’t it. Marcus was everything I should want. He was handsome and attentive and when he kissed me it was perfectly fine in the way things are fine when something feels missing. 

Tonight broke something in me. 

Tonight, Damien had stood at the end of the dinner table with that fucking seductive authotity he carries like a second skin and with that voice that made my cunt wet. “To Marcus and Seraphina, My son has chosen well”

He looked at me when he said it, briefly. The way he usually looks at me like I was something he had made peace with. Like I was just the ward. The girl he took in. 

Not once in three years has he looked at me the way I look at him. 

I was grateful he took me in. I was nineteen, sitting in that shattered ruin. He was the one who saved me. But I wanted more. 

I wanted his cock inside me. 

I didn’t just want to come to a picture of him. 

I fucking wanted all of him inside me. 

What was wrong with me? I was lusting over a man that was almost twice my age. My heart clenched. I wanted to be his good girl. The one I scream his name every night. 

I slide my hand beneath the waistband of my underwear slowly. God, I was soaked from just thinking about him, I exhaled through my nose. 

I closed my eyes to imagine Marcus… maybe I could trick myself to falling in love with him. 

I only lasted four seconds before Damien appeared behind my eyelids. Of course it was. It was always Damien. 

Those hands, God, those hands. I thought about his large and scarred hands on my throat. I spread my lips with two fingers, exposing my swollen clit to the air, begging. 

“Scream my name, baby,” I imagined Damien saying. 

“Damien!” I moaned the name like a broken prayer. I circled my clit slowly at first, imagining his rough thumb instead of mine. He’d be merciless. He’d pinch it, roll it, make me cry out. 

I pinched harder than I meant to, a shap pleasure mixed with pain shot through me and I moaned out loud, hips jerking up off the bed. 

“Fuck…Yes… Alpha…”

I added another finger. My cunt clenched greedily around them. Fuck, I curled them, searching for that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. 

Found it. 

I rubbed the spot hard. 

My other hand found my breast. “Oh fuck”

I squeezed roughly, twisting the nipple until it stung. I pictured Damien’s mouth there, hot, sucking, his teeth grazing my nipple. He’d bite down while he finger fucked me, growling against my skin, telling me I was his dirty little secret. 

“You want this, don’t you, Sera?” I imagined his voice, gravel rough and low. “Want your Alpha’s cock stretching this tight cunt instead of my son’s pathetic little prick”

I whimpered, adding a fucking third finger. More. I wanted more, I stretched myself wider. Gosh, it burned so good. My hips rocked, chasing the pressure, slick dripping down to my ass. 

I dragged my soaked fingers out and smeared them over my clit, rubbing fast little circles while I fucked back in with all three. 

“Damien…Please…fuck me…claim me…”

My thighs trembled. Sweat beaded between my breasts. I pinched my clit hard, then calmed it with frantic strokes. My cunt fluttered, close, so fucking close. 

I flipped onto my stomach, ass in the air, face pressed to the pillow that still carried the sweet scent from when he’d sat there last week. My nostrils flared. 

I shoved a hand between my legs from behind, fingers plunging deep again while my palm ground against my clit. 

“Alpha…Daddy…” the forbidden word slipped out on a sob. I didn’t care. I wanted him to hear it. I wanted him to know how filthy I was for him. 

I imagined him behind me, huge hands gripping my hips, cock thick and heavy, slapping against my ass. He stretched me until I screamed. Pumped me full of his cum while he bit my neck and made me his. 

My fingers thrust in harder, faster. My clit throbbed under my palm. 

”Come for me, little omega” I heard him growl in my head. “Come on your Alpha’s fingers like the desperate slut you are”

Oh fuck, I completely shattered. 

My whole body seized. My cunt gushed out liquid that ran down my thighs. I cried out his name. 

“Damien!”

His names on my lips sounded like a confession that I had been holding for four years, spilling out into the empty room. 

The orgasm cut through me in waves, thighs shaking, vision whiting out but I kept rubbing, kept fucking myself through it, milking every last tremor until I collapsed forward, panting. I was wrecked. 

I brought my fingers to my lips, licking my sweetness. Fuck. 

The door suddenly opened, and standing there was Damien Wolfe.