MATED TO FATHER, FATED TO SONS

AMARIS

"Stop it, Amaris," I whispered to myself firmly, pulling my hand away even though my body was screaming for release.

You cannot be thinking about sex when you are in Alpha Corvin’s room. You cannot let him touch you because he would know immediately that you are not a virgin anymore.

I turned off the shower quickly and looked around for a towel. I saw a white fluffy robe hanging on a hook.

Was I going to sleep in a shower robe? That seemed weird.

Well, it is better than coming out in just a towel, I thought.

I put on the robe and tied it tightly around my body, then opened the bathroom door slowly.

Alpha Corvin was seated on the edge of the bed and he pointed to a chair near the window. "I had one of your nightgowns brought up for you."

I looked at the chair and saw my pink lace nightie lying there.

Oh no. Oh fuck no.

It was literally the worst possible choice of nightgown because it was so revealing. It was the one I wore when I wanted to feel sexy, not the one I wore when trying to not get fucked by an Alpha.

I swallowed hard and picked it up with shaking hands, about to walk back into the bathroom to change when he said, "You do not have to do that. I will not look."

He turned around to face the wall, giving me privacy.

I stared at his broad muscular back for a moment, then let the robe fall to the floor, exposing my completely naked body to the cool air.

I quickly pulled the nightgown over my head and smoothed it down over my body. It barely covered my ass and my breasts were very visible through the thin lace, my nipples clearly showing through the fabric.

Great. Just great, Amaris.

I picked up the robe and placed it back on the chair, then walked slowly to the massive bed.

Alpha Corvin turned back around and the moment his eyes met my body, his gaze darkened considerably and traveled slowly down from my face to my breasts visible through the lace to my exposed legs and back up.

His eyes lingered on my breasts and I could see his jaw clench. He looked at me like a starving wolf looking at prey, like he wanted to rip the nightgown off with his teeth and devour me completely.

I felt heat pool between my legs at the way he was looking at me.

I sat on the bed quickly and used the duvet to cover my overly exposed breasts.

Alpha Corvin laid down on his side of the massive bed. It was a king-sized bed but he moved to the center instead of staying on his side.

"Come here," he said, his voice low and rough.

I glanced at him nervously. "Huh?"

"Come here," Alpha Corvin repeated, more commanding this time, leaving absolutely no room for argument.

I awkwardly scooted myself to the center of the bed, closer to him, my heart racing.

He wrapped his strong muscular arms around my chest just above my breasts, pulling me back firmly against his hard body and cuddling me from behind.

I was completely surprised by the gesture.

It felt oddly comforting and warm because nobody had ever cuddled me this way before. Not even the twins. Especially with the fact that though his entire body was pressed against my back, I could not feel him hard against me. So it felt more like he was genuinely comforting me than deriving sexual pleasure from holding me.

But then I felt it. A slight shift. His body responding to mine pressed against him.

I felt the heat of his bare chest against my back through the thin nightgown. His skin was warm. His arms were strong around me. His breath was on my neck, hot and steady.

His hands slowly moved, sliding down just slightly so they were cupping the underswell of my breasts through the lace. Not groping. Just holding. Possessive.

I felt my breath catch.

He whispered into my ear, his lips brushing against my skin, "I am sorry that twice now because of me you almost lost your life."

Though I was stiff in his arms, I replied softly, "It is not your fault."

"It is," he insisted, his voice rough with emotion. "Victor is targeting you because of me."

His thumb moved slightly, just barely grazing the underside of my breast, and I felt my nipples harden instantly.

He whispered again, his lips actually touching my ear now, "Amaris, if anything happens to you, I will not be able to ever forgive myself."

"Nothing will happen to me," I replied, trying to sound confident even though my voice shook and my body was responding to his touch.

He tightened his grip, his large hands now fully cupping my breasts through the thin lace, his fingers spanning across them but still not squeezing or fondling. Just holding me possessively like I belonged to him.

I felt every inch of his body pressed against mine. His hard chest against my back. His thighs against the back of my legs. His breath hot on my neck. His hands on my breasts. And now I could definitely feel him hardening against my lower back.

I felt my body responding, arousal building despite how sore I was.

He laid his head against mine, his nose in my hair, breathing me in. Then he said something that made my heart stop completely.

"I agree to your terms."

My heart skipped a beat. Or five beats. Maybe my entire heart just stopped working completely.

"What?" I whispered, barely able to breathe.

"I agree to mate you traditionally," he said firmly, his voice leaving no room for doubt. "I want to have you the right way."

And at that exact moment, I knew my life was completely over.

Because the moment he mated me traditionally, the moment he tried to have sex with me, he would immediately know that I was not the virgin I had claimed to be.

Oh Amaris, you really did screw yourself over this time. You absolute fucking idiot.