MATED TO FATHER, FATED TO SONS

AMARIS

When he lifted my dress up to my waist, I knew with absolute certainty that I had just unleashed the demon.

He stared down at me intently, clearly waiting for me to retreat or panic or tell him to stop. But I stayed firm, planted on that bed like my life depended on it, meeting his dark eyes without flinching.

His voice came out hoarse and rough. "Amaris, I am not a gentle Alpha."

Well, I did not want a gentle Alpha right now.

This morning I had woken up knowing with crystal clarity that my life was about to change completely and irrevocably. The time of playing that innocent naive girl from Stormshadow pack was officially over for me because by the end of today I would have been thoroughly fucked by two men.

Not just one man like a normal person.

Two men. At the same time.

That was some serious whore level shit and there was absolutely no sugarcoating it.

And there was no justifying it or playing innocent girl after that happened. I either embraced what I was about to become or denied it completely. But there was one massive thing that had been plaguing my mind obsessively since I came back from the hospital barely alive.

That was where exactly I stood with Alpha Corvin.

I knew that me staying here at Gravemoon meant I would eventually have to mate with him traditionally to produce an heir. But what would it actually be like when he inevitably found out I was not exactly that pure innocent virgin he thought I was?

The terrifying thought had brewed the absolutely insane plan that led me directly to his room this morning.

If I could just get him to have me today, right now, before tonight happened with the twins, he might not suspect anything was off. After all, it had only been that one time with Ryker.

Okay, I know exactly how this sounds. Deceptive, manipulative, like a complete bitch.

But I was genuinely tired of being the one constantly on the receiving end of everyone else’s games and manipulations. Everyone in this godforsaken pack seemed to be playing one elaborate game or another and it was high time I actually got in on it myself.

So here I was deliberately pushing him to his breaking point because I wanted him to have me today, before the full moon, before everything got even more complicated.

His hands trailed slowly up my exposed thighs and I could see the visible struggle in his dark eyes to stop himself, the war between control and desire playing out across his face. But he did not stop moving and his hands stopped just right between my legs, so close to where I could feel myself getting wet.

He was breathing heavily, almost panting, and then he groaned deeply. "Woman, what kind of demon has possessed you today?"

The worst kind obviously. but I did not respond out loud to him.

Then he suddenly buried his face in the side of my neck close to my shoulder and inhaled deeply, scenting me. The action sent shivers down my entire spine.

I whispered in a very soft tone that almost sounded like a gentle nudge, "Alpha Corvin, why are you holding back from me?"

He groaned loudly, the sound rumbling through his chest. "If I start touching you properly I will not be able to stop. You would not want that."

I turned my head slightly, allowing my lips to get close to his ear, and whispered while letting my tongue slowly graze the sensitive shell of his ear.

It seemed to have an immediate physical reaction on him because I felt a huge hard bulge suddenly press against my leg through his pants.

Shit! Being this impressively big definitely ran in the family genetics.

Then I whispered directly into his ear, my breath hot against his skin, "Who said I want you to stop?"

Immediately he pushed me further up the bed and pinned both my hands above my head again, but this time his full weight was on me as he pushed me toward the center of the mattress. One of his hands left mine while the other one kept me pinned firmly, and his free hand trailed slowly from my face.

He stopped deliberately at the swell of my lips, tracing them with his thumb.

Then down my flushed cheeks and to my neck where my pulse was racing.

I was not breaking eye contact with him at all, staring directly into his eyes as his hand continued its torturous journey, and then it went slowly down to my heaving chest and stopped at my breast, his large hand cupping it through the thin fabric of my dress.

"Amaris, you are deliberately tempting me and you know exactly what you are doing," he said, his voice strained. "But I would not want to have you like this, it wouldn’t end well,"

I heaved a sigh of genuine disappointment, trying desperately not to let it show too obviously on my face.

Then he suddenly stood up from the bed and lifted me up with him effortlessly, setting me on my feet.

"I will leave the ball completely in your hands to decide Amaris," he finally said, stepping back and running his hand through his disheveled hair.

I pulled my dress back down to cover myself, feeling oddly exposed now. I stared at him confused. "What ball? What am I deciding?"

"If you decide you do not want to be artificially inseminated then fine, I will not force you," he stated.

"But the only thing I can offer you is sex. Pure physical satisfaction. Until you give birth to an heir, you will satisfy my sexual desires whenever I want. And after that, you would go back to your pack. Now you decide if that is what you actually want."

I looked at him, scowling deeply, and did not respond at all to his ultimatum.

I just turned and walked out of his room without another word, my mind spinning.