What The Hell!!
f**k. There was no point honestly.
There was no f*****g point in even checking the time again..
No point in grabbing my phone again or pretending I’d sleep. Sleep was a lie. A cruel f*****g fantasy I kept telling myself while my body throbbed, my cunt ached, and my skin burned like someone had set fire to it
from the inside.
My limbs wouldn’t stay still.
My legs twitched.
My feet kept flexing.
My fingers? Still tingling.
Every time I closed my eyes, I didn’t see dreams.
I saw him.
Damon. Alpha. Daddy. The man whose voice had already broken me from the other side of a door. Who hadn’t even touched me and still left me shaking through three orgasms that barely scratched the itch he put in me.
I shifted on the bed, and my thighs stuck together..wet, raw, used. The slick was cold now, and it made everything sharper. I could feel it drying on the inside of my legs, between my folds, everywhere.
I should’ve gotten up.
I should’ve cleaned up.
But I didn’t want to.
I wanted to feel it.
I wanted the mess to remind me of what I’d done.
Of how filthy I’d been.
Of how loud I’d moaned for a man who wasn’t even in the room.
I swallowed hard.
My throat was sore.
Had I been crying?
No.
Moaning.
Whimpering. Begging. Gasping.
Like some f*****g heat–sick Omega in the middle of a rut.
And maybe I was.
Because nothing else explained this.
What The Hell!!
This need.
This deep, bone–level, spine–cracking ache that lived in my womb now. It wasn’t just arousal anymore. It was possession. Fever. It was a sickness with his name tattooed on it.
I pulled the pillow tighter around me and tried to breathe.
It didn’t work.
My n*****s still hurt. My p***y still pulsed. The air against my skin still made me clench like I was seconds from breaking again.
I rolled onto my side.
The robe slipped down my hip.
I didn’t fix it.
My skin was slicked in sweat, hair clinging to my face and neck, and I felt feral. Desperate. Like I’d crawl
across the floor if it meant someone would fill this f*****g emptiness.
And not just someone.
Him.
“Do you know what this c**k would do to you?”
f**k.
My hips bucked just thinking about it. I squeezed my thighs together and whimpered when that pulse hit me
again. That sharp, sensitive throb that started in my clit and echoed up through my belly like lightning.
I could touch myself again.
I could.
But I knew it wouldn’t help.
Nothing would. Not unless it was him. Not unless he was pressing my face into the mattress while he
stretched me open, whispering cruel things while I cried from how good it hurt.
I moaned.
Out loud.
No shame..
No one was awake.
Everyone was asleep.
The guards. The maids. Tasha.
Even him. Probably.
Or maybe not.
Maybe he was sitting in the dark somewhere.
Half–naked. c**k hard. Drink in hand. Thinking about how wet I’d been when he had me against the wall. Thinking about how I whimpered when he said I couldn’t take him.
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What The Hall!
I could still hear it.
“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 the heat rising off me. My folds were so swollen I didn’t even need to part them to know I was soaked again. Already.
I pulled my hand back.
No.
No, not again.
My body couldn’t take another orgasm. Not without breaking,
“I need a drink,” I whispered. “I need to get the f**k out of my head. I need to waste myself until this goes
away.”
Even though I knew it wouldn’t.
Even if I drank the whole f*****g bottle, the ache would still be there, whispering his name through my skin.
I sat up.
Slow. Shaky.
My legs were unsteady, and the sheets clung to my thighs from the mess I’d made. My robe was twisted around my waist. I didn’t bother adjusting it. What was the point?
It was already open.
My breasts were already out.
My n*****s were already hard and begging to be sucked. Pinched. Bitten.
The cool air hit me the second I stood.
And f**k, I felt it.
Everywhere.
Between my legs.
Across my chest.
Down my spine.
I didn’t fix my robe.
Let it hang.
Let it show everything.
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What The Hell”
I could still hear it.
“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 the heat rising off me. My folds were so swollen I didn’t even need to part them to know I was soaked again. Already.
I pulled my hand back.
No.
No, not again.
My body couldn’t take another orgasm. Not without breaking,
orgas.
“I need a drink,” I whispered. “I need to get the f**k out of my head. I need to waste myself until this goes
away.”
Even though I knew it wouldn’t.
Even if I drank the whole f*****g bottle, the ache would still be there, whispering his name through my skin.
I sat up.
Slow. Shaky.
My legs were unsteady, and the sheets clung to my thighs from the mess I’d made. My robe was twisted around my waist. I didn’t bother adjusting it. What was the point?
It was already open.
My breasts were already out.
My n*****s were already hard and begging to be sucked. Pinched. Bitten.
The cool air hit me the second I stood.
And f**k, I felt it.
Everywhere.
Between my legs.
Across my chest.
Down my spine.
I didn’t fix my robe.
Let it hang.
Let it show everything.
What The Hell!!
I padded barefoot to the door, body still aching, p***y still leaking, and I didn’t care.
Because somewhere in this house, there was whiskey.
And somewhere deeper in the dark, maybe… just maybe….
He was awake.
I stepped out into the hall, and the silence swallowed me whole. It felt like the walls were holding their breath.
The floor was cool under my feet, but my skin was too hot to care. Every step I took made the silk of my robe slide against my thighs, brushing my sensitive folds. My slick made it worse. The way it clung, wet and sticky, had me clenching with every brush of air.
I moved like a ghost.
Down the stairs.
Past the long windows and old family portraits that glared at me like they knew exactly where I was going.
What I looked like. What I wanted.
I didn’t stop.
I needed the drink too f*****g badly. Needed to numb everything that was crawling through me..this ache, this obsession, this filth I couldn’t scrub out of my bones no matter how many times I came.
I turned the corner into the kitchen.
And froze.
At first, I thought I was imagining it. That maybe I was just still stuck in some half–orgasmic haze, my body hallucinating after everything I’d done.
But then I heard it again.
A moan.
A real one.
High–pitched and f*****g sharp.
“Ah..fuck, yes..”
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..”
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What The Hell!!
My stomach twisted.
What the f**k.
I edged forward.
The kitchen lights were off. But the dim glow of the fridge light spilled across the floor..just enough to cast
silhouettes.
And that’s when I saw it.
Her.
Bent over the counter.
Naked.
Fully naked.
Her hands were gripping the edge of the granite. Her back was arched. Her ass high. Her long blonde hair was stuck to her shoulders with sweat, and her body was moving..rocking..with every thrust being slammed
into her from behind.
And behind her?
One of the guards.
A Beta. I think
Not one I knew well..just one of those silent ones who stood watch at the northern border. Strong. Broad. Built like a damn beast. His shirt was gone. His pants were around his thighs. His entire body was flexing as he slammed into her from behind, hips crashing into her ass with a wet rhythm.
Their bodies were loud. Tasha gasped again, her voice sharp and high, echoing through the room.
I couldn’t move.
I couldn’t breathe.
I just stood there, hidden in the dark, watching my best friend get f****d like an animal in the same kitchen I was about to crawl into for a drink.
She moaned again.
Long and throaty, her back arching, ass bouncing with every thrust. The Beta grunted, one hand fisting in her hair, yanking her head back so hard she cried out. His other hand reached around and grabbed her breast, squeezing it like he was trying to leave a bruise.
Her n*****s were hard. Her p***y was making that sound..that wet, greedy sound that echoed straight into my
own cunt.
And I was standing there, chest heaving, soaked.
Watching.
Without even meaning to, my thighs clenched together.
My breath trembled.
Because I couldn’t stop staring.
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What The Henn
Not just at them.
But at the difference.
The wrongness.
The ache in my chest that grew sharper and sharper with every second I stood there.
Because it wasn’t him.
It wasn’t Damon.
It wasn’t the Alpha.
And I didn’t want to see her like this.
I wanted to be her.
Bent over.
f****d.
Moaning so loud I didn’t care who heard.
But not by a Beta.
Not by some soldier.
By him.
I took a step back, my heel catching on the edge of the hall. I stumbled. Gasped. My hand flew to the wall to
steady myself.
The sound wasn’t loud.
But it was enough.
He looked up.
The Beta.
His eyes locked with mine.
And for one long, stretched second, we just stared at each other.
My robe was open.
My thigh was bare.
My cheeks were flushed.
And my inner legs were still glistening.
He looked at me like he knew.
Like he could smell what I’d done.
Tasha didn’t notice.
She was still moaning.
Still begging.
Still getting split open like a prize.
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What The Hell”
And me? I just wanted to get out of the kitchen cause honestly I don’t find myself getting that drink anymore.
As I was about to sneak past into my room. My foot slammed into something hard.
I didn’t even see it coming. One second I was slipping away like a shadow, the next..
crack..my shin hit the edge of the hallway table. Pain shot through my leg and I stumbled forward.
Everything happened fast.
I lost control.
My hands flailed for the wall, the floor, anything..but it was too late. I hit the ground hard, my ass smacking the cold tile, the impact punching a gasp out of my lungs. My legs flew open. The robe rode up as almost half of my body part got exposed.
Everything.
Then I heard it.
Tasha’s voice.
“What the f**k was that?”
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