Chapter 1

Molly’s POV

Alpha Gerald was supposed to be in my mother’s bed chamber tonight since he had just married her, to be his Luna.

But instead, he was here, in my room, with me, his brand-new stepdaughter. The air between us was thick and electric, heavy with months of stolen glances and unknown hunger for each other.

My heart slammed against my ribs as I straddled his lap, feeling the massive, rock-hard bulge of his cock pressing insistently against my core through the thin fabric of my pants.

“Daddy… please,” I whimpered, squirming helplessly on top of him. Heat pooled low in my belly even as guilt clawed at my chest. “We shouldn’t be doing this…”

His strong hands gripped my hips possessively, holding me right where he wanted me as he rolled his hips upward, grinding that thick length against my aching pussy.

“Shh, Molly,” he murmured, his deep, gravelly voice sending delicious shivers down my spine. “This is exactly where I’m supposed to be. You know it. I know it. No one’s going to catch us tonight. It’s just you and me.”

I bit my lip hard, but a needy moan still slipped out. My panties were already drenched, my inner walls clenching desperately around nothing.

I knew it was wrong, what we were about to do. He was my mother’s husband now—but god, I had never wanted anyone this badly in my life.

Gerald’s large hands slid down to cup the full, round globes of my ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh with rough hunger.

“Fuck, Molly… you have the most perfect little ass,” he groaned, digging his fingers in possessively. “I’ve been dying to get my hands on this since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

I could only whimper in response, letting my head fall back against his broad shoulder as he groped me. Fresh wetness slicked my thighs; my pussy throbbed with raw need.

His fingers slipped beneath the hem of my shirt, tracing teasing paths over my smooth stomach before sliding higher to palm the heavy weight of my breasts.

“And these fucking tits…” he growled, voice rough with lust. “I’ve jerked off thinking about them every single night since I saw you in that tight little dress at the pack hall.”

He pinched my nipples through the lace of my bra, rolling the stiff peaks until I was panting and grinding shamelessly against him.

“Please, Daddy…” I gasped, arching my back to push my breasts deeper into his rough palms. “Don’t you want to see them? Touch them properly… with nothing in the way?”

A low, dangerous growl rumbled in his chest. In one swift motion, he unhooked the front clasp of my bra. The lace fell away, exposing my full, creamy breasts to his burning gaze.

He palmed them greedily, squeezing the soft flesh before leaning down to capture one rosy nipple in his hot mouth.

I cried out sharply, fingers tangling desperately in his hair as he sucked hard, his tongue flicking and swirling over the sensitive bud before he bit down just enough to make me gasp.

My pussy fluttered and clenched, flooding my panties with even more slick as he marked my tits as his.Gerald’s hands moved lower, popping the button on my pants and roughly shoving them down my thighs.

I lifted my hips eagerly, letting him strip them off completely until I was bare from the waist down, my soaked panties clinging obscenely to my swollen folds.

“Look at you, baby,” he purred darkly, one thick finger slipping under the drenched fabric to stroke along my slick, aching slit. “So fucking wet for your Daddy already… Why keep pretending you don’t want this?”

I could only moan helplessly, spreading my thighs wider in shameless invitation as he teased my entrance. I needed him inside me so badly I was shaking.

He glanced up at my flushed face, eyes dark with hunger, then crashed his mouth against mine. His tongue plunged deep, claiming me in a fierce, possessive kiss.

When he finally pulled back, his golden eyes narrowed with raw lust.

Without another word, he shoved my panties aside and thrust two thick fingers knuckle-deep into my tight, dripping cunt.

He pumped them hard and fast, curling them perfectly while his palm rubbed firm circles over my swollen clit.

“Fuck, Molly… this little pussy is so goddamn tight,” he groaned, scissoring his fingers inside me. “I can’t wait to bury my cock in here and fill you up with every drop of my cum…”

I sobbed with pleasure, hips bucking wildly as I fucked myself on his thick fingers. I was already teetering on the edge, body wound so tight I could barely breathe.

Then, without warning, he pulled his fingers out, leaving me empty and throbbing. Before I could protest, he gripped my hips and lifted me, positioning my dripping core right over the massive bulge straining against his pants.

“Are you ready for Daddy’s cock, baby girl?” he growled, voice low and dangerous. “Ready to take every inch like a good little slut for me?”

He shoved his pants down in one rough motion. His thick, veined cock sprang free—huge, rock-hard, and already leaking precum at the tip. My eyes widened at the sheer size of him, a thrill of fear and excitement shooting through me.

“Daddy…” I whispered breathlessly, wrapping my small hand around his massive shaft. “You’re so big… I don’t know if I can take all of you…”

“Shh, baby,” he rumbled, voice reassuring yet commanding. “You were made for this. You were made to take your Daddy’s cock. Just relax and let me in.”

I took a shaky breath, spread my thighs wider, and guided the swollen, leaking head of his cock to my soaked entrance.

I felt the broad tip press against my slick folds, and then, with slow, relentless pressure—A sharp knock-knock-knock shattered the silence like a gunshot.

Gerald froze.