Switched Honeymoon

~Nyra

I sank to my knees in the snow dusted courtyard, the cold biting through the thin silk of my gown, as Father’s hand rested heavy on the back of my neck.

It was tradition. Respect. Submission. All the things I’d never truly felt.

His departing words were meant for my ears alone, he murmured low while the Bloodfang wolves watched from the shadows of the great hall.

“Alpha Knox can be very cunning,” he said, voice rough with warning and something that sounded too much like regret. “Don’t stay too close to him. But whenever the chance comes… make it count. Make it effective.”

I kept my eyes on the ground, forehead almost touching the frost, because if I looked up I’d betray everything.

How the hell was I supposed to meet his gaze while he coached me on killing the man whose kiss on my knuckles I still crave for? The man whose scent lingered in my blood, whose cock I could still feel stretching me open, whose name I’d moaned into the dark like a prayer.

Knox.

My target.

My father-in-law.

My obsession.

Father’s fingers tightened once, a silent reminder of duty, of pack, of the Alpha back home waiting for proof of a dead enemy.

Then he released me, mounted his horse, and rode into the night with the rest of our escort. Hooves faded. Silence fell.

I stayed on my knees long after they were gone.

Not out of respect.

Because the cold on my skin, the ache in my thighs, the throb between my legs, it all reminded me I was still alive.

I’d survived every pack that tried to break me.

This one wouldn’t be different.

Even if its Alpha already had me wet with a single look.

Even if I wasn’t sure anymore whether the blade under my pillow was for his throat, or for carving his name deeper into my skin.

I rose slowly, brushed snow from my knees, and turned toward the lighted hall.

The beasts were waiting.

So was he.

And tonight, the marriage had to be consummated.

Let them come.

I was ready to survive this too.

Or burn trying.

I walked straight to my new husband’s chamber, the heavy wooden door creaking as I pushed it open.

The room was quiet, fire low in the hearth, candles flickering shadows across the massive bed draped in furs. Empty.

I stepped inside, silk gown whispering against my thighs, heart already pounding with the wrong kind of anticipation.

Then the curtains behind me rustled.

Before I could turn, a thick arm locked around my throat like iron, pinning me back against a wall of hard muscle. A cold metallic object kissed my skin, a dagger’s edge slicing a shallow line just below my jaw. Warm blood beaded, trickled.

A hot tongue dragged slowly over the cut, licking it clean.

I shivered, thighs clenching on instinct.

“Unfortunately,” that familiar rumble poured into my ear, low and amused, “the only woman who’s ever made me lose my fucking mind is now my daughter-in-law. Isn’t life wicked?”

Knox.

Alpha Knox.

My father-in-law.

The blade pressed a fraction deeper, not enough to kill, just enough to remind me he could. His body caged mine, leather and pine and raw heat flooding my senses.

I swallowed hard, felt the dagger move with the motion of my throat.

“I’m supposed to spend the night here with your son,” I managed, voice shaking more than I hated. “Why are you here?”

He laughed, dark, filthy, the sound vibrating through my back. The arm around my neck loosened just enough to spin me, slamming my back against the wall.

The dagger stayed at my throat, his other hand gripped my hip, fingers digging into my silk and flesh like he owned both.

“Guess, little warrior.” His mouth brushed mine as he spoke, not a kiss, worse. “Am I here to warn you to stay away from me now that you wear my son’s ring?”

His hips rolled forward, slow, deliberate, letting me feel every hard inch of him straining against his trousers, pressing right between my legs where I was already shamefully wet.

“Or am I here to take my son’s place on your wedding night… and fuck you senseless right here on his bed until you’re dripping down my cock again, screaming Daddy for the whole pack to hear?”

The dagger traced lower, teasing the neckline of my gown, cold metal against hot skin.

“Your choice, daughter,” he whispered, eyes burning gold and crimson. “But we both know which one you’re praying for.”

My breath came shallow, nipples tight against my gown, blood still tingling where he’d tasted it.

I didn’t answer with words.

I tilted my head, baring my throat to the blade and parted my lips for the only man I wasn’t supposed to want.

The dagger hovered at my throat, a cold whisper against the heat flooding my veins. Knox’s body pressed closer, trapping me between stone wall and raw power, his cock already hard and heavy against my belly through the cloth.

I didn’t push him away.

I pressed my body into him just enough for my nipples to drag across his chest, for the thin gown to ride higher on my thighs.

His eyes darkened, crimson rings flaring bright.

“Wrong answer if you’re trying to be good,” he murmured, lips brushing mine as the blade traced lower, slicing the lace at my neckline with deliberate slowness.

The cloth parted. Cool air kissed my breasts. “But the right one if you want me to fuck you like the filthy little bride you are.”

My breath hitched.

I should have fought.

I should have reached for the hidden blade strapped to my thigh.

Instead my hands found his leather belt, fingers curling into it, pulling him harder against me.

“The guards are just steps away,” I whispered, voice trembling with want, not fear. “The pack’s waiting for proof of consummation that the honeymoon was successful with your son. They're waiting for my screams echoing down the hall.”

A low growl rumbled from his chest.

“Then let’s give them something to hear.”

He yanked the dagger away, tossed it aside with a clatter. Both hands seized my hips, lifted me like I weighed nothing, and carried me the short distance to the massive bed draped in Bloodfang furs.

He threw me down onto it, his son’s bed and followed, knee between my thighs, spreading them wide.

The gown tore easily under his hands, silk ripping until I lay naked beneath him, marked, wet, ready.

He didn’t undress.

He just unbuckled his belt, freed that thick, familiar cock, and dragged the head through my slick folds once, twice, coating himself in me.

“Look at you,” he rasped, eyes devouring. “Married some hours ago and already dripping for your father-in-law’s cock.”

I moaned, hips lifting, chasing him.

He slammed into me in one brutal thrust.

I screamed.

Just raw, desperate pleasure as he filled me completely, stretching me open, claiming me on the sheets meant for his son.

He fucked me hard, fast, merciless, hips snapping, hand fisted in my hair, mouth bruising mine.

Every thrust punched a moan from my throat.

Every withdrawal left me empty and begging.

And when he growled against my ear, “Say it,” I broke.

“Daddy…”

Louder.

“Daddy, please…”

The headboard slammed the wall in rhythm.

The only vow that mattered tonight was the one my body was making over and over around the wrong Alpha’s cock.

is this really the man I'm supposed to kill?