Alpha Daddy's Little Desire

Mia.

The suppressant pill stuck in my throat and I gagged trying to swallow it dry as Darcy chatted about her father's bad mood, and how I would love having the pool house to myself.

My hands shook as I shoved the bottle deep in my bag. Even after three years of friendship, she didn't know what I was hiding, and I wanted to keep it that way.

"Daddy's been a total nightmare since the divorce," Darcy said with a sigh as the driver took us through gates that probably cost more than my parents' restaurant.

"He works twenty hours a day and growls at anyone who disturbs him, so the pool house is perfect because you won't have to deal with his mood swings."

I nodded, trying to focus on her words instead of the weird burning in my chest that had been getting worse all week.

The suppressants were requiring higher doses lately and the side effects were brutal, but without them everyone would know I was an Omega and that would ruin everything.

My parents would disown me completely instead of just being disappointed, and Darcy would realize I had been lying to her. I would lose the only real friend I ever had.

The estate was insane with its perfect gardens, marble fountains and a main house that looked like it belonged in a movie about rich people with dark secrets.

Staff appeared to take our bags and Darcy pulled me toward a stone path that led to what she called the pool house, but was really a luxury cottage that made my apartment look like a closet.

"This is all yours for the summer," She announced in a sing-song voice, throwing herself on a bed that was bigger than my dorm room. "The fridge is stocked and the shower is heaven. Daddy never comes out here so you can walk around naked if you want."

She laughed at my blush and said she was going to nap and that we would have dinner at eight and then, she was gone in a whirl of blonde hair and expensive perfume, leaving me alone in more luxury than I knew what to do with.

I unpacked my pathetic wardrobe and took another suppressant even though it wasn't time because something felt wrong in my body, like a storm building under my skin.

The shower helped a little with cold water beating down on my overheated flesh but I still felt restless, strange and desperate to move.

The main house was silent when I entered through doors that weren't locked and I wandered through rooms that smelled like money and loneliness.

Everything was perfect and cold with modern art on the walls and furniture that looked uncomfortable.

There were no photos of family anywhere and it felt like whoever lived here wanted no reminders of human connection.

I climbed a staircase that curved like a spine and found myself in a hallway lined with closed doors, but one was cracked open with warm light spilling out.

I moved toward it without thinking.

The door opened to a library that stole my breath with its dark wood shelves reaching up two stories, and thousands of leather books and air that smelled like paper and something else that made my stomach clench.

Cedar, whiskey and pure male power that punched through seven years of chemical suppression like it was nothing.

My knees gave out and I caught myself on a shelf as wetness flooded between my legs, so sudden and shocking that I cried out.

My temperature spiked to fever pitch and my nipples went painfully hard, my scent bursting out of me in waves of jasmine, honey and desperate need.

"What the hell?" came a deep voice from the doorway. I turned around and instantly understood that I was completely fucked.

Dominic Silverthorne wasn't the soft middle-aged businessman from the society photos Darcy had shown me.

He was six feet four inches of lethal muscle in a white dress shirt that struggled to contain his shoulders and dress pants that showed powerful thighs and hands that looked like they could break me or pleasure me with equal skill.

His dark hair had silver at the temples and his jaw was sharp and brutal. His eyes were icy blue turning black, as they found mine.

"You're not supposed to be here." My best friend's extremely hot father growled, stepping into the room, his scent growing stronger and darker until I was choking on it.

"I'm sorry. I was just looking around. Darcy said—" I started but my voice broke into a whimper as another wave of heat crashed through me, more slick soaking through my shorts.

"Darcy," He repeated, his nostrils flaring as he breathed in my scent. "You're Darcy's friend and you're a fucking Omega in heat in my house."

The way he said Omega made it sound like a dirty word and my body responded by producing more slick until I could feel it running down my thighs.

He tracked the movement with his eyes and made a sound that wasn't human. Suddenly, he was across the room with his hand wrapped around my throat and his body pinning me against the bookshelf.

"How are you hiding this?" He demanded, his thumb pressing against my pulse that was racing like a trapped bird. "What kind of suppressants are you on that I couldn't smell you until now?"

"Please." I gasped, but his hand tightened and his body pressed harder. I could feel how hard he was against my stomach and it made me grind forward without thought.

"Fuck," He snarled, spinning me around so fast, books fell from the shelves. My chest was pressed against the wood and his body covered mine from behind.

"You don't even know what you're doing, do you, little Omega? Those chemicals have been keeping you numb. Now your body is waking up and it wants to be bred."

His hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head back until his mouth was against my ear. His other hand gripped my hip hard enough to leave marks through my shorts.

"I can smell how fertile you are," He breathed, his hips pressing forward so I could feel the full length of him.

"Your body is screaming to be claimed, knotted and filled with cum until you're dripping. I bet you've never even had a real orgasm, have you?"

I shook my head because I couldn't form words with his scent drowning me, his body controlling mine and the ache between my legs becoming actual pain that made me sob.

He turned me around again and lifted me like I weighed nothing. He set me on a reading table and stepped between my spread thighs.

"Look at you," Dominc growled, his hands bracketing my hips, his eyes taking in my hard nipples visible through my tank top, the wet spot spreading on my shorts.

"Already soaking wet and presenting yourself and you don't even realize you're doing it."

I looked down and saw that I had spread my legs wider and tilted my hips up in clear invitation. My face burned but I couldn't stop.

My body knew what it wanted even if my mind was screaming that this was wrong. This was my best friend's father.

He was twenty years older than me and now, he was looking at me like he wanted to devour me whole.

"We can't." I managed to whisper, but my hands were already reaching for his shirt, pulling him closer.

"No, we can't." He agreed, but his thumb was rubbing circles on my inner thigh and moving higher. "You're going to get up, walk out of here, lock yourself in that pool house and stay away from me."

"Okay." I breathed but I was arching toward his touch, making desperate sounds that I had never heard from my own throat.

"Now." He ordered, but his thumb brushed over my center through my soaked shorts and I came instantly and violently, biting my lip bloody to keep from screaming.

He stared at me as I shook through it and when I opened my eyes, his were pure black and his control was visibly fraying.

Without a word he stepped back and walked out, leaving me sitting there with my thighs spread and my body still pulsing, my scent thick in the air.

I heard a door slam somewhere in the house and then nothing but my own harsh breathing and the knowledge that everything had just changed forever.

Mia.

I managed to make my way to the pool house, my legs trembling every step of the way. I locked the door and leaned against it, my heart pounding.

I could still smell Dominic. I could feel his presence in the air. My body was on fire, my skin flushed and aching.

This was madness. I couldn’t believe I had such an explosive orgasm when he barely even touched me.

But as much as I knew it was wrong, I wanted more. I wanted him inside me, stretching me open and filling me up.

I wanted him to touch me, kiss me and claim me.

I started to unbutton my shirt, my fingers shaking with need. I needed to feel his hands on my skin, his mouth on my breasts.

I imagined him here with me now, pinning me down and taking me hard and fast. My pussy throbbed at the thought, getting wetter by the second.

I watched my shirt fall to the floor and I slid my hands over my bra, cupping my swollen breasts. They were tender to the touch, aching for his attention.

I pinched my nipples through the thin lace, gasping at the jolt of pleasure. I could almost feel his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, his hot breath washing over me.

I reached behind me to unclasp my bra, letting it drop away. My heavy breasts bounced free, and I squeezed them together, wishing it was his large hands instead.

I couldn't stop imagining him here with me, fucking me with that big, hard cock until I was screaming his name.

My free hand slid down my stomach to the waistband of my skirt. I undid the button and zipper, pushing the fabric down over my hips.

I kicked it away, leaving me in just my soaked panties. I could feel how wet they were, clinging to my pussy lips.

I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and pulled them down slowly, revealing my dripping folds.

The cool air felt good against my overheated skin. I could smell my arousal, the sweet musk filling the small space. It was too much like what he would smell if he was here.

I lay back on the bed, spreading my legs wide and baring myself completely. My pussy was glistening and swollen, practically begging for his touch.

I trailed a finger through the slick heat, shivering at the contact. I could almost feel his tongue delving deep, lapping up every drop.

I rubbed circles around my clit, spreading my juices around. Pleasure spiked through me as I imagined it was his fingers, or even better, his cock.

I pictured him kneeling between my thighs, eating me out until I was writhing and screaming. The image was so vivid, I could almost feel his stubble scraping against my inner thighs.

I plunged two fingers into my pussy, thrusting them in and out. It was not as good as having him inside me, but it was the best I could do.

I pumped them faster, curling them to hit that sensitive spot deep inside. My hips rocked up into my hand, seeking more friction.

Pleasure built low in my belly as I fucked myself harder, my juices dripping down to soak the sheets beneath me. I was close, teetering on the edge of orgasm, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more.

I freed my other hand from its task of tweaking my nipple and moved it down to join the first, pumping three fingers into my greedy hole.

I plunged them in as deep as they could go and curled them hard, rubbing against my G-spot. The added pressure sent me flying over the edge.

I came with a sharp cry, my pussy clamping down on my fingers as pleasure crashed through me.

My back arched off the bed and my toes curled with the force of it. I rode out each wave until I was left boneless and shaking, my pussy throbbing in the aftershocks.

But even as I came down, I knew it wasn’t enough. I was still empty and aching for him. I needed more than just my fingers. I needed him to fill me up and make me whole again.

I knew it was wrong. He was my best friend's father, and so much older than me. We could never be together like this.

But even knowing all that, I couldn’t bring myself to regret it. Not when every cell in my body was screaming for him.

I was trembling from my intense climax, but my body craved more. I was not satisfied, not even close.

I needed him inside me, stretching me and filling me to the brim. I needed to hear his deep, commanding voice telling me what a good girl I was as he pounded into my needy cunt.

My fingers found my swollen clit again, rubbing in tight circles. I pictured his strong hands gripping my hips, holding me in place as he rutted into me like an animal in heat.

The filthy things I imagined he says to me echoed in my mind, making me even wetter.

"Such a good little Omega slut," He growled. "You were made to be bred, to be filled with my cum and my pups. And you love it, don't you? You love being owned by your Alpha."

"Yes," I whimpered, fingering myself faster, imagining it was his thick cock plunging into me over and over. "I love it. I need it. Please, Alpha, fuck me harder!"

The bed creaked under me as I rocked my hips, fucking myself on my fingers, imagining it was his cock.

I could almost feel the hot stretch of him splitting me open, the delicious drag of his heavy balls against my ass. My walls clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled.

"Take my knot," I moaned, lost in the fantasy. "Lock us together and breed me. I want your babies, Alpha. I want to swell with your seed."

I added another finger, pumping them in time with the rhythm of my hips. My free hand tugged at my nipple, twisting and pinching the sensitive bud.

Pleasure radiated out from my core, growing hotter and brighter with every passing second.

My breathing grew faster and shallower as I chased my next orgasm. My skin was flushed and tingling, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. I could smell my arousal again, thick and musky, the scent of a female in heat begging to be mounted and bred.

It was so wrong, getting myself off to thoughts of him like this. But it felt so good, so right. Like this was what I was meant for, to be his little Omega slut, desperate for his cock and his cum.

I was getting close again, my pussy fluttering around my fingers. I bit my lip to stifle a moan of his name, not wanting anyone to hear me in the throes of passion, but it was almost impossible to stay quiet, especially when I imagined him shushing me with a filthy promise.

"That's it, baby. Take your pleasure. Scream for me. Let everyone know who you belong to."

I let out a soft cry as I came again, my fingers buried deep as my pussy spasmed around them. I arched my back and rode out the waves of bliss, picturing him filling me with his seed, claiming me so thoroughly that no one will ever doubt who I belonged to.

But even as I came down from my high, I knew it would not be enough. It will never be enough until he was here with me, taking me over and over until I was drunk on his scent and marked by his bite.

I knew I should stop this, before I get in too deep and lose myself completely. But I couldn't bring myself to care.

Not when all I could think about was him, and how good it felt to be owned by my Alpha.