Tempting My Best Friend's Father

~HOLLY~My phone buzzes, I lazily stretch my hand to pick up the phone from where it's laying on my bed. It's a message notification from Troy, my boyfriend. I open the message and instantly, my stomach sink.“Hey. I think we should break up. Things are not working between us, and I can't force it anymore. I hope you understand. And I'm sorry for breaking up with you four days before Christmas. I know how you're looking forward to spending the Christmas with me. I'm sorry about that.”I stare at the screen for a solid ten seconds before letting out a soft, humorless laugh. Figures.I had seen it coming. Not because I was psychic, but because deep down, I had known he was never going to be the one, and I hadn't given my best in the relationship. It's only a matter of time before he got tired of me.He was easy, familiar, and available—but he lacked the spark that made my heart race every time my best friend’s dad walked into a room.Sliding onto the edge of my be

~DAMIEN~Few minutes after Holly and Ella decided to go on a stroll, I decided to go on a stroll too to clear my head of the thoughts of Holly.Seeing her after a while unsettled me. She's one girl I have always desired, but can't have.Why? Because she's way younger. I'm a single father with two kids. And she's my son's best friend.I can't have anything to do with my son's best friend. It's not right. She should be like a daughter to me. Besides, I don't want to ruin their friendship.How will my son feel if I eventually fuck his best friend and he finds out?? Not when I know that my son has feelings for her.Yes, Holly might not know it…but Gabriel is in love with her.So….no. I can't betray my son that way even though my wolf wants Holly so bad, but I don't want to ruin the relationship with my son. I have no choice than to fight it.But the thoughts of her, the thoughts of having her wrapped in my arms and kissing her senseless, the thoughts of feeling

~DAMIEN~The cold air hits my lungs like ice as I walk back into the mall, forcing deep breaths, forcing distance, forcing control I barely have leftHolly’s scent still clings to me….warm sugar and winter vanilla, and every step feels like I’m dragging myself through quicksanI shouldn’t have kissed heMoon goddess, I shouldn’t have touched heBut I can still taste her on my lipI shake my head hard, trying to pull my mind back to where it needs to bEllI need to find EllaI weave through the Christmas crowd….kids laughing, parents calling, carol music echoing, and I’m barely holding myself together when suddenl“Dad?I turElla stands near the center fountain, holding two bags, her hair pulled into a messy bun and her expression frozen in surprisHer gaze locks on me, eyebrows shooting u“Dad, what are you doing here? I thought you were at home.” She walks toward me, confusion written all over her face. “Why did you come outI swallow, trying to keep my voic

~DAMIEN~My wolf is losing control. I am losing control. My dick is so hard that I don't mind fucking her right here and right now.Fuck! How does she do it?? How does she make me lose control of myself like this??I am not one to always lose control. I'm always controlled, disciplined, but with Holly it's a different thing entirely.I should stop. Somewhere, buried beneath the heat and the pulse and the scent of her arousal, I know that.But goddess… I enjoy it.I enjoy every second of it.Her taste on my tongue. Her moans in my mouth.The way her body trembles when my fingers are deep inside her, tight and warm around me, squeezing like she never wants to let go.She wants me. Fuck! She really wants me.Not boys her age.But me!!! She wants me, who is old enough to be her father!And the selfish, animal part of me revels in it.She clings to me like she belongs here….under my hands, against my body, pressed into the shadows of the Christmas tree like she’s m

~DAMIEN~Dinner is torture. It is a battlefield disguised as a table set for four.And even though Ella chats softly about the Christmas decorations she wants to put up while Gabriel jokes about something he saw on TV…..even though the warm lights glow and the food smells good, I am still very uncomfortable.Because of her. Holly!She sits across the table, small and quiet, too quiet, her eyes lifting to me only once….and I look away so fast it’s almost violent.I keep my face blank, jaw stiff, every muscle locked in place.My fork scrapes the plate in slow, measured movements.She barely eats. Barely moves. Barely breathes.And every second of her silence feels like another punch to my ribs. I can feel her silence like a weight pressing on my lungs.Gabriel stares at her with growing concern. Ella keeps glancing between the two of us, her brows pinched.I keep my expression cold. Blank. Controlled.If I look at her too long, everything inside me will spill