Craving My Best Friend's Alpha Daddy

Chapter 2: Drooling Over My Best Friend's Dad

THEA

But before Liana could drag me over to that huge dining table that could fit two whole families, I stopped her right there in the hallway.

"What?" She raised her brows at me, looking a bit confused.

I pressed my hand against my stomach. "I'm feeling pressed. I need to use the bathroom," I said.

She nodded, letting go of my arm. "Okay then. You'll meet me here when you're done."

I walked away from her fast, heading straight upstairs. My heart was already beating harder than normal. I wasn't really going to ease myself. I just needed to check something.

My instincts were screaming at me at that scent... It had been faint but steady ever since we passed the left corner where her dad's room was.

I wanted to know if Alpha Rowan was really around, even though Liana had said he wasn't home, and if he was here... why wasn't he coming out to say anything?

I wanted to see him, just once.

To know what he looked like now. To understand why so many women in the pack kept whispering about him. That was the real reason I lied to my best friend.

I wasn't even that hungry for food.

But I was hungry for something else. Something I had been trying to push down ever since we stepped into this house. It felt unstoppable now.

I moved quietly through the hallway. His scent grew stronger with every step. I didn't know his exact scent yet, but something about it pulled me forward like a rope around my waist.

'No, Thea. Stop.' My wolf rose up inside me, her voice sharp. 'What if it's not him? What if it's someone else? How will you explain yourself?'

I pushed back at her. 'Just let me see the person first. I can't ignore this feeling.'

I reached the golden door. It looked heavy. I grabbed the handle and pushed with all my strength.

The door swung open.

I stepped inside without knocking.

My legs carried me forward a few steps before my eyes landed on him.

He stood there completely naked, his back to me, that firm ass right in my line of sight.

I swallowed hard.

My feet felt shaky.

No, no... I had trespassed.

I shouldn't have come here. I shouldn't have followed my stupid instincts.

'I told you!' my wolf snapped.

In a blur, he turned around. One second, he was across the room, the next, he was right in front of me. His hand shot out and gripped my neck, not too tight, but firm enough to hold me in place.

My eyes went wide, not just from the sudden grip, but because it was really him.

Alpha Rowan Nightshade.

The Alpha of all three regions in the Nightshade pack.

My best friend's father.

He looked even better than I remembered. Charcoal black hair with a few streaks of white at the sides. Lips that were full and pink, just like Liana's. And those grey eyes... they looked darker now, almost stormy.

I tried to pull myself together.

What the hell was I thinking?

I swallowed again as his grip tightened just a little.

"What are you doing here without knocking?" His voice was low and rough.

"I-I..." I stammered, then forced the words out. "I'm sorry, Alpha... I lost my way."

He stared straight into my eyes like he could see everything inside me. Goosebumps ran all over my skin. His hand relaxed a bit on my neck, and his thumb started moving slowly up and down my throat.

"Hmm. I know you didn't lose your way," he said, pulling me closer. "I clearly heard you and my daughter when she was showing you around the house."

I kept my eyes locked on his. I couldn't look away. He looked so damn good up close.

"So you enjoy wandering around the house hoping you'll walk in on your best friend's dad while he's naked and dressing?" His voice got even rougher, his hot breath brushing my face.

I glanced quickly at his bed and saw his clothes lying out there.

Oh moon... I had really walked in on him.

He smacked my ass with his other hand. I gasped.

"No... I'm sorry, Alpha... I wouldn't do that again," I said quickly.

He shook his head slowly, his eyes were still on mine. "No. When we're alone, you call me Daddy. I know how much you want to." He leaned in and ran his nose along my cheek. "I can smell the arousal on you."

Then he pulled away suddenly, leaving me feeling empty.

My eyes traced him, from his face down to those strong abs and thick arms. I tried not to look lower, but I couldn't stop myself.

His dick hung heavy between his legs. Big. Thick. Almost the size of my arm. I had never seen anything like it.

My stomach twisted with heat.

My core throbbed hard. I swallowed and forced my eyes back up. He was still staring at me, watching every reaction.

"Look at how you're drooling over your best friend's dad..."

He took one slow step closer.

My heart pounded louder.

"Have you no shame, Little T?"

The nickname hit me hard. Only my mom ever called me that, but coming from his mouth, it sounded so seductive, so dirty.

"Leaving your best friend downstairs to eat by herself just so you can come up here and drool over her father..." He dragged me closer again. I melted against him without meaning to. "You deserve to be punished for that."

My stomach flipped.

"Now, you do exactly as I say." His voice dropped lower. "Bend down and suck my dick. I doubt your little mouth can take it all in."

I swallowed again, my throat tight. "Yes, Daddy," I whispered. His eyes darkened even more.

I dropped to my knees right there on the floor of his bedroom.

This was wrong, so wrong. I wasn't supposed to be doing this. I kept telling myself that, but the words weren't stopping me.

Even my wolf, who I thought would fight me the whole way, had gone quiet now. She left me to my fate.

My hands reached up and wrapped around his length. He throbbed in my grip, his veins standing out against the hot skin.

"Shit," he gritted his teeth, his head tilting back. His muscles corded in his neck as if he were fighting every instinct to just take what he wanted.

I started moving my hand. I watched the way his skin moved, my grip slow at first, then finding a rhythm. He let out a ragged breath, his knuckles white where he held the edge of the dresser, still trying to maintain some semblance of control.

He didn't touch me.

He didn't grab my hair or force me down, and strangely, that made it worse. I wanted him to.

I wanted him to lose that Alpha composure, to grab me and use me however he pleased. I wanted to be his toy, just for today.

I kept going, picking up the pace, my eyes locked on his face. I wanted to see how much longer he could restrain himself.

I wanted to be the one to break him.

A moment later, a few drops of pearly heat spilled out onto my cheek. He looked down, a dark curse falling from his lips.

His right hand suddenly shot out, burying his fingers deep into my hair. I didn't flinch; I smiled. This was what I wanted. He used my hair to pull my head back, his grip firm and demanding.

"Stop teasing me. Use your little mouth already," he growled.

He didn't wait for an answer...