Rise of the fated alpha pair

I hugged mum goodbye after giving me tons and tons of advice. 

“Be good to your stepdad,” “Be this, Be that!”

Her business trip this time was definitely going to last more than four weeks  which means I'd have enough time to seduce my target — Kyros.

Immediately I got back home from the airport, I ran to get bathed and changed into my  tiny white tank top so it hugged my tits just right. 

The thin fabric made my nipples obvious, especially with the AC running and I purposely didn't wear my shorts. Just the tank and a pair of red thongs that barely covered my ass. 

Kyros Miller is the target. We moved into his house last month after his arranged marriage with Mum. But since then, my heart has been on fire. 

School is on holiday, and as a twenty two years old submissive daughter, I followed Mum's order of NO OUTING.

I doubt if the two of them ever loved each other but according to mum, Kyros must get married if he needs the pack elders to elect him as Alpha, and she must get married to help her business boom.

I took one last look at myself, caramel skin inherited from my late father, silver eyes like mum's and hot ass and big tits that boys always lust after.

I padded downstairs, knowing my Alpha step daddy would be less busy at this hour. 

Alpha Kyros  leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, that gray t-shirt stretched across his broad chest. 

God, he looked delicious. 

Six-two of solid muscle, salt-and-pepper hair, sharp jaw, those intense dark eyes that always made my pussy twitch when they lingered on me too long.

I shook my head quickly. A laptop was in front of him which means this is a bad time. 

I felt disappointed for a second but I heard the space bar click, then he spoke. “Alright, thank you for showing me the stock market chart. I will check back in two days to discuss the down payment my pack could afford.”

He's done?

I felt happy, ran towards the kitchen and grabbed a cup so I could pretend I came for something. “Em….Alpha?” 

He turned, I  stepped closer until my bare thigh brushed his sweatpants as I slowly poured some water from the jug beside his laptop. “Can I call you Daddy?” 

His jaw flexed but he didn't step away, or stop looking at me. “Why would you do that?” I'm not your father.”

I didn't let his words move me, instead I became bolder, while my fingers traced the rim of the glass. 

The cool water from the jug did nothing to lower the heat between my thighs. “Because it feels right,” I said softly, and as innocently as possible. “You’re the father figure in my life now. Calling you Alpha feels distant. I want to call you Daddy when we’re alone.”

Kyros didn't move, his  broad chest rose and fell heavier than before. His smoky green eyes  even sexier up close,  in a way that made my nipples twitch.

He was fighting it. I could smell it on him. His masculine Alpha scent deepened and his body more rigid.

“Mia…” his voice was rough. “Do you know what you're talking about, right now?”

I set the glass down and stepped even closer, letting my hard nipples brush against his stomach through the thin tank top. My red thong was already soaked. “I’m old enough to know what is right from what is wrong, Alpha. I mean…Daddy?”

His big hand suddenly gripped the edge of the counter, knuckles turning white. I could see the massive bulge in his gray sweatpants twitching.

My mouth watered.

“I’m married to your mother,” he growled. “And I'm your Alpha. You speak to me with respect!”

“An arranged marriage to my mother,” I whispered, sliding my palm slowly up his chest. His muscles were rock hard under the shirt. “An Alpha to the pack but my daddy once we're alone. You don’t love mum and  she doesn’t love you. You both got what you needed — the pack title and her business connections. But I’ve seen how you look at me when she’s not around…Will you deny that?” 

I rose up on my toes, pressing my soft, full tits harder against him. My lips brushed his neck as I spoke. “Or you can call me baby.”

A deep animalistic sound rumbled in his chest. Before I could react, one of his large hands grabbed my waist and the other fisted in my long wavy hair. 

He yanked my head back and crushed his mouth against mine. The kiss was raw and hungry Alpha like.

His tongue pushed past my lips like he owned me, tasting, claiming. 

I moaned into his mouth and melted against his body. His cock pressed thick and hard against my belly, burning through the fabric.

He broke the kiss just long enough to growl against my ear, “You have no fucking idea what you’re asking for.”

“Then show me, Daddy.”

That word was all he needed to hear. 

Kyros lifted me onto the kitchen table  in one smooth motion, pushing his laptop aside and spreading my thighs wide. 

His eyes landed on the  thong, and he swallowed hard. “This is what you carry all along?” 

"The same one you always imagined.” I moaned with excitement.

He hooked two fingers in the thin strap and ripped it off me like it was nothing. “Look at this pretty little cunt,” he muttered. “Do you always have it shaved?”

I leaned back on my elbows, arching my back so my tits pushed up. “Anything for you, Daddy.”

He dropped to his knees, threw my legs over his broad shoulders, and buried his face between my thighs.

His tongue dragged up my pussy lips in one long, slow lick before sucking hard on it, and eating deeper in a way that rewired my brain like electric shock.

Two thick fingers pushed inside me, stretching me open while he ate me like a starving wolf.

“Yessssss” I cried out, and grabbed his hair, grinding against his mouth.

He growled against my pussy, the vibration making my toes curl. As he finger-fucked me harder, curling those fingers against my g-spot while his tongue worked my clit without mercy.

I came fast and hard, shaking, thighs clamping around his head as I soaked his face. He didn’t stop. He licked up every drop, then stood up, eyes glowing with raw hunger.

Kyros shoved his sweatpants down. His cock sprang free — thick, long, veiny, the head swollen and leaking. 

Bigger than any I’d taken. 

I blinked speechlessly. “A..Alpha?”

“What?” He smirked. “You like what you see?” 

I reached for it greedily, stroking the hot, heavy length. “I like it….” 

He grabbed my hips, lined up, and thrust in deep in one powerful stroke.

I gasped sharply at the stretch, nails digging into his shoulders. 

He was so big it burned in the best way. He didn’t give me time to adjust and I love it.

Kyros started fucking me right there on the kitchen  table, scattering the arranged spoons and other things.

His deep strokes that made my tits bounce and the counter shake.

“Such a tight little pussy,” he groaned, pounding into me. “So fucking wet and greedy for your stepfather’s cock.”

“Yes, Daddy!” I moaned, legs wrapped tight around his waist. “Harder. Claim me.”

He fucked me like an animal — raw, possessive, relentless. Skin slapped loudly against skin. 

Every thrust hit deep, making me see stars. I came again, screaming, my walls squeezing his thick cock.

Kyros snarled, slammed into me a few more times, then buried himself to the hilt. 

His cock went hard as he flooded me with thick, hot cum. He kept grinding deep, pushing every drop into me while growling my name.

We stayed locked together, panting. His forehead rested against mine, cock still twitching inside my cum-filled pussy.

“Fuck…” he breathed, voice dark. “What have you done to me?”

I smiled, clenching around him, keeping his seed deep.

“This is only the beginning, Daddy.”