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~Lyra~ I never intended to fuck my best friend’s Alpha dad. But I’d be a damn liar if I said I hadn’t fantasized about it. Dreamed about it. Tasted it behind my closed eyelids with my legs spread and my fingers dripping between my thighs. Yeah. I know how that sounds. I’m not sorry. Because every girl has a first crush. Mine just happened to be a man who could kill with his bare hands, command an army of wolves, and make my thighs tremble just by walking into a room. Damon Thornvale. Alpha. Billionaire. Beast in human skin. And the man who made me cum for the first time without ever touching me. I used to touch myself to the sound of his footsteps. The deep rumble of his voice. The way he said my name..Lyra..like he owned it. Like he owned me. And maybe he did. I was a bit younger the first time I came thinking about him. I can’t remember what age but I know I was fully aware of how I felt. Locked in Tasha’s bathroom with the lights off, panties pull

The pool was already packed when I stepped outside. Girls draped over lounge chairs in barely-there bikinis. Boys cannonballing off the rocks. Laughter echoed under the sun like sin having a party. The air smelled like coconut oil, chlorine, and teenage recklessness. But when I walked out in my red one-piece? Everything shifted. Eyes dragged. Whispers started. Thirst bloomed. Because the suit was fucking good. Painted to my skin. High on the hips. Deep between the tits. Thin enough that when I got wet, it turned fucking transparent. And I wanted it that way. I wanted them to look. I wanted him to smell it. Tasha met me by the edge of the pool, tits bouncing in a lime green bikini that barely held her in. Her nipples were hard as diamonds under the thin fabric, and she didn’t give a single fuck. “Oh my Goddess,” she squealed, grabbing my hand. “You look so fucking hot.” “You think?” “I think if my dad sees you in that, he’s gonna lock you in the basement a

~Lyra~ I fucked myself hard. Fist buried. Palm slapping wet against my clit. Juices leaking down my thighs. And then.. The door creaked. Again. Slow. Louder this time. The air changed. I felt it in my spine. In my cunt. He was there. Watching. I didn’t stop. I spread my legs wider. Arch my back. Let my pussy open wide under the steam..wet, swollen, glistening like it was already fucked raw. My fingers stayed right where I needed them, rubbing circles over my clit, faster now, slicker. Every touch made my hips jerk. Every breath was a moan. “Do you see it, Daddy?” I whimpered. My voice cracked. My head dropped. My mouth fell open as I kept rubbing, faster, rougher, like I needed to rub the ache out of my soul. “I’m dripping for you…” My free hand moved down. Slid between the cheeks of my ass. I pressed my fingers deeper..past my folds, between the swollen lips of my cunt, until I was knuckle-deep in my own heat. I fucked myself. Hard.

~Lyra~ I didn’t speak at breakfast. I didn’t eat either. I just sat there like a fucking ghost in a silk robe that clung too tight to my overheated skin, trying not to breathe too loud or shift too much. Trying to convince myself the tea in my hand was hot, that my body wasn’t flushed from memory, from ache, from him. But it was a lie. All of it. Because my thighs were already wet. My pussy was already throbbing. And every breath that touched my lungs was tainted with his scent. Across the table, Tasha was doing what Tasha did best…running her mouth like it had never been fucked shut. She flipped her hair over her shoulder, scrolling through her phone like she was casting spells with every swipe. “So. I was thinking lake house for my birthday. Something elegant. Something Luna-worthy, you know? But also slutty. Like. Give ‘em goddess but make it porn.” She paused, waiting for my reaction. I gave her nothing. She clicked her tongue. “Lyra. Hello? Earth to blue b

Lyra~ I didn’t even make it to the bed. I barely got the door closed. I stumbled inside my room like my legs didn’t belong to me, like I wasn’t human anymore, just some sick, soaked thing possessed by the scent of him. Of Damon. Of Alpha. His sweat. His skin. His cock. Fuck. My back hit the door with a thud. I just stood there. Shaking. Breathing like I’d just run miles barefoot through snow. My hands were trembling. My cunt was throbbing. My panties stuck to me like wet silk, soaked straight through, clinging to the lips of my pussy like they were trying to keep the heat inside. But it was useless. I was dripping. So fucking wet it felt wrong. I peeled the robe off my skin in one slow, breathless motion. My nipples were hard, stiff like diamonds, brushing the air, brushing my hair. Every movement made me whimper. The cool air kissed my chest. But my skin was burning. I was fire. Flame. Fucking need. My thighs rubbed together as I walked to the edge of the