Lyra comes for a simple summer visit, but everything changes when her best friend’s powerful Alpha father Damon Thornvale claims her as his mate. Their secret is dangerous, forbidden, and impossible to ignore. Marked and bound to him forever, Lyra must face what this bond will cost—and what happens when the truth comes out.
Forbidden Desire **Lyra** I never intended to f**k 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…
“You think?” “I think if my dad sees you in that, he’s gonna lock you in the basement and never let you leave.” I laughed…but my thighs clenched. Because that didn’t sound like a punishment. It sounded like a promise. Tasha spun and slapped her own ass. “Come on! Everyone’s here. We’re doing shots on…
She paused, waiting for my reaction. I gave her nothing. She clicked her tongue. “Lyra. Hello? Earth to blue balls. You didn’t even blink.” “I’m thinking white bikini for the morning boat ride. Or maybe the cherry red one. You know, the one with the gold chain sides that makes my ass look like it…
“I am,” I whispered. “No, you’re not.” He dragged his thumb across my bottom lip. “You don’t even know what this feels like.” “You don’t want to take an Alpha’s c**k into your p***y, Lyra.” “You can’t handle me.” That sentence alone shattered me. My knees nearly gave out. My cunt clenched, empty and aching,…
“Please, Alpha… f**k me. I need it. Need you to break me..make me scream..make me c*m…” My fingers curled inside. I found that spot. The g spot. My c******s And f**k… “Ah..!” My back bowed. My clit pulsed like it had a heartbeat of its own. I rubbed harder, grinding down, f*****g myself, moaning his…
My hips wouldn’t stop jerking. My body writhed, trying to ride out every last pulse of that pleasure. I was choking on it. Drowning in it. Gasping for air between whimpers. And still… Still… It wasn’t enough. Because it wasn’t him. Not his voice. Not his hands. Not his c**k. I let my fingers slip…
“You think you can take me? That sweet little virgin cunt of yours wouldn’t survive a f*****g inch.” My breath hitched. I rolled back onto my back and pressed my palm against my belly. It was warm. Still twitching. Still hungry. I let my hand slide lower, hovering just above my mound. I could feel…
I stopped breathing. Because I knew that voice. Tasha. What the f**k? I stayed there..half in the shadow of the hallway, hidden behind the kitchen entrance..my bare feet glued to the tile, heart pounding, skin burning as I strained to hear it again. Another moan. Louder this time. “Daddy..fuck, yes..right there..” What The Hell!! My…
And Tasha? Tasha was standing there, sweat glowing on her skin, her hair a wild mess around her flushed face, and her eyes locked onto me like I was something she’d stepped in. “Lyra?!” Her voice cut through me like a lash. It didn’t sound like a best friend’s voice. It didn’t sound like concern.…
For something crueler. I didn’t answer. I just nodded. Because if I opened my mouth, I was scared I’d say his name. She stood up, her towel clinging to her skin, her mouth curled in that same sinug, knowing smirk. “Good night,” she muttered as she walked away, the Beta trailing behind her like a…