Step Father Seduces Daughter Novels & Stories

I was left standing there alone while watching his broad back disappear through the doors. It seems that fate is finally favoring me after all. I no longer need to go out and search for his father because his father found me on his own. Now that I see him in person and in the light, he really looks quite young, almost like a bachelor. It is such a good deal. He is probably just inviting me to dinner to tease me about our past encounter, but I am going there to perform my long-time plan of seducing him. ***

“I thought I might start by introducing myself to his father.” He smirked, just slightly. “Stepfather.” “Details,” I said, turning to face him fully. “Such fragile things. Like trust. Like bloodlines.” A flicker of something crossed his face, could it be approval? Curiosity? It was gone before I could name it. “Careful, Miss Virelle,” he murmured, stepping closer, so close I could smell the quiet heat of his cologne smelled of cedarwood and something older. “You’re playing a game where even the winners bleed.”

“Daddy… people keep glancing over here.” His fingers crept higher, brushing the edge of the tiny lace panties I’d thrown on just to mess with him later. “Let ’em look, baby girl,” he murmured, eyes locked on mine over his glass. “Let them stare at my pregnant stepdaughter all dolled up with a collar on. Let them wonder why she’s sitting so close to a guy old enough to be her dad.” The words hit me exactly like they always did straight between my legs. My nipples went tight under the dress. The bump made the whole thing feel even more twisted in the best possible way.

It looked like something from a storybook. "Welcome home!" A deep voice called out. A tall man stepped off the porch, and Lily recognized him from the wedding photos. Alpha Kane, soon to be her stepfather, had graying black hair and kind eyes. He looked strong and important, the way alphas were supposed to look. Mom jumped out of the truck and ran into his arms. They kissed, and Lily looked away, her cheeks warming. Luna woke up and pressed her cold nose against Lily's neck. "I know," Lily whispered, scratching behind Luna's ears. "We'll be okay. We have to be."

I pulled my knees up, trying to hide the wet stain on my jeans. I looked at him, cool, composed, wiping his hand with a handkerchief. He was a monster. And I was worse. I was the daughter who seduced her mother's mate. "Stay away from me," I choked out, wrapping my arms around myself. "We can't do this. You're... you're my stepfather. It's sick. You must reject me!" Kaelen just looked at me, his eyes dark with unspent hunger. He didn't promise to stop. He just sat there, waiting, like a wolf who knew the prey had nowhere to run.

I had said that out loud and i meant it. I ran a hand over my face, disgusted with myself. He was nineteen and he was my stepson. He was young and confused and acting out, and I was the adult. I was supposed to stop him, i was supposed to push him away. Instead, I'd gripped his hair and let him take me apart. But it wasn't just the physical act that terrified me. It was the way he had looked at me after. There was no guilt in his eyes, only satisfaction.

And worse, their reasons are almost all the same: at this time we’re not hiring. My heart literally drops to the ground. I’m finished! “I know my father must have spoken to Mr Ken about my application, but when I got the email this morning, I got a little too excited,” she continues to speak. The dread I feel forces my lungs to tighten, each breath forced and barely enough. “I can see why you would want to quit; you clearly don’t need the money. Neither do I, but I mean, Mr Ken is your stepfather, and you’re the daughter of Queenken. She’s my Idol.”

“He really is my uncle.” He gave a low chuckle. “Is he now?” “Yes, Dad. But why are you in my room?” I asked, trying to change the topic. “No reason,” he replied smoothly. He released one of my wrists and moved that hand to the small of my back, pulling me closer. I held my breath as he leaned down and pressed his face against my neck, breathing me in. “Da—” “Quiet,” he whispered against my pulse point. He was my stepfather, for God’s sake. I should have shoved him away, screamed for help, and thrown him out of my room. Instead, my body went soft against his. It was as if some part of me recognized him, even while my mind fought it.

“It’s the bond, Mother! He is my mate! I didn't want this to happen, I didn't try to take him from you!” “Don't you dare blame the moon for your own disgusting choices!” she roared, her fingers digging painfully into my shoulders as she shook me. “A real daughter of mine would have fought it! A real wolf would have had the strength and pride to walk away from her own stepfather! But you? You opened your legs for him the very first chance you got! You chose to be a home-wrecker! You chose to steal my husband away from me!”

The shame burned hot inside me but I could not stop the orgasms that shook through my young body. As I shook from my latest intense orgasm my stepfather finally stepped forward. His eyes looked dark and full of hunger as he watched me bent over and leaking cum. “My turn,” he said in a deep voice. “My turn to show my friends how well my stepdaughter takes care of her family.” My heart stopped for a moment as I realized what was about to happen..