~Connor~
The moment she stepped onto the deck, I knew I was f****d.
It was not the kind of reaction I could write off. My c**k didn’t just twitch. It surged. The thick pulse of blood that slammed into my groin was so immediate and intense I actually shifted my stance to hide the way my c**k pressed against my slacks.
I clenched my teeth, not out of pain, but from the force of control it took not to react. She wasn’t a little girl anymore.
That much was obvious the second her hips swayed onto my yacht like the goddess of temptation herself had decided to wear a summer dress and walk straight into my personal hell.
Lily was no longer the shy, lanky girl who used to follow my daughter around barefoot with chipped nail polish and glitter on her fingers. She was a full-grown Omega now. Eighteen. Legal. Untouched.
Her scent was unclaimed. Sweet and Pure. But there was something underneath it — a heat that hadn’t surfaced yet but was blooming. I could smell the first hints of it rising from her skin like a warning. Or maybe a threat.
Her t**s were the first thing I noticed. Not because I was looking for them, but because they were impossible to miss. Big. Juicy. Round and heavy with youth, barely restrained by the summer dress she wore without a bra.
I could see the way the fabric hugged them, the way her n*****s pressed against it with every step, tight and obvious and aching for attention.
The fullness of her chest made my mouth dry. They were the kind of t**s you dream about. The kind you hold while you f**k her from underneath and her hair sticks to her face while she whimpers and arches and begs for you to never stop.
I imagined the weight of them in my hands. The softness. The way her breath would hitch when I sucked one deep into my mouth and bit down until she cried.
My eyes drifted lower, not by choice, but because my instincts were already f*****g devouring her. Her waist was tiny.
That perfect dip beneath her ribs that looked like it was made to be wrapped in the grip of my hands while I took her from behind.
The kind of waist you hold onto when you’re f*****g an Omega so hard the sound of her ass clapping against your hips echoes through the room. And speaking of that ass—f**k me, it was unreal.
Her ass was thick. Round. Bouncy. So full it stretched the dress as she walked. The fabric clung to the swell of her cheeks like it wanted to hide her but couldn’t stop from showing just how fuckable she was.
I wanted to grab it. I wanted to yank that dress up over her hips, slap my palm across both cheeks until she yelped, then spread them apart and bury my c**k between them.
I could already see it. Her on all fours. Whimpering into the mattress. My c**k sliding between her ass cheeks as I pushed the tip into that tight little hole and made her take it inch by inch until she was sobbing.
Her thighs were thick and soft. Not the kind of thighs that closed easily. No, these were the kind you had to pry apart.
The kind that squeeze around your waist and lock behind your back when she’s shaking from her second orgasm and doesn’t want you to pull out.
I imagined the feel of them on my shoulders. I imagined holding them open while I licked her p***y until she soaked my chin and begged for my c**k inside her.
And then there was her scent.
She was near her first real heat. I knew it before she did. My Alpha instincts locked on to her like a predator. That scent was a drug. Pure f*****g chemical lust.
My body reacted to it before I could think. My c**k thickened. My hands itched. My wolf stirred inside me and whispered things no man should think about his daughter’s best friend.
Things like bending her over the dining table and f*****g her in front of the windows. Things like marking her. Breeding her. Owning her.
She smiled at me.
And I nearly lost it.
Because she had no idea. No idea what she looked like. No idea what that smile did to me. No idea that I was two seconds from dragging her into the nearest room and showing her what it meant to moan Daddy while an Alpha split her open and knotted her until she was crying into the sheets.
She had no idea what that smile did to me. She had no clue that the moment her eyes met mine, I felt something snap inside my chest — something I had been burying for years.
That soft, innocent grin she gave me as she stepped barefoot onto my yacht made my c**k throb with the kind of hunger I hadn’t felt since the first time I tasted p***y.
She didn’t know what she looked like walking toward me in that tight little dress, no bra beneath it, the outline of her hard n*****s pressing against the thin fabric like they were begging to be sucked.

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