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Dirty Affairs With My Daddy's Bestfriend

I arrived at RavenHills Pack Estate, innocent and eager for college. But my guardian, Alpha Zavian, has other plans. His hungry eyes follow me, awakening desires I never knew existed. The first time he touches me, I melt. His strong hands caress my body, igniting flames between my legs. I crave his cock like a drug. Zavian tries to fight it. "You're my best friend's daughter," he growls. But his rock hard erection tells a different story. He wants me. When I bring home a boy, Zavian explodes with jealousy. "No other male will touch you in my territory," he snarls. He pins me against the wall and claims my mouth in a searing kiss. I whimper as his fingers find my dripping pussy. I get into heat and Daddy offers to take me on free sex lessons. Ones that will disfigure my walking style before the morning. Zavian's cock has become my obsession. I ride him, savoring each inch of his massive cock. His teeth mark my neck as he pounds me into intense bliss. But danger lurks. The pack elders want Zavian to take a Luna. Scandals from his past threaten to tear us apart. I discovered Zavian is the one who begged my father to send me here. Now we have a choice: obey the pack or fight for our forbidden love. As enemies circle, I brace for the final showdown. Will Zavian claim me as his mate...or will our passions burn us alive? The truth will be revealed...right after one last earth-shattering climax.
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Chapter 5

Velvet's POV

I should note it's gonna be a very hot August day and I need to wear a sundress for the drive, to stay as cool as possible. I didn't know how long the drive would take.

"Daddy," I stuttered. He turned. "What if we medical students are required to live on campus for academic efficiency, how will I get to see you?"

Everyone knows medical students have no time for themselves, that I should talk of visiting only at weekends. That wouldn't be enough for me at all.

I want to see him everyday.

"Didn't your dad tell you that I'm a lecturer at RavenHills?" My eyes flared wider, inside I felt my heart pounding.

What if it's not my department?

I'm gonna study general medicine but to cure the budding curiosity, I asked. "Which department?"

"Women's health–"

This was just a short way to imply gynecology and obstetrics which I was determined to study.

"Ahh–"

"Wooohhhh–"

I took to my heels, running over the short distance and jumping on his body. Unexpectedly. Swift.

He immediately grabbed me, putting his hands under me for support.

They touched something.

I jerked my head backwards, eyes poking out.

"Ahhh–"

The moan got swallowed up suddenly, his fingers brushed against my clit. I looked at his face and he had that luring, seductive look of lust on me, his lips slightly twisted.

My pussy dropped with juices all of a sudden.

I flinched, searching for where to hide my face.

Gosshhh–

I'm so wet just by his fingers brushing over my clit. My body began to vibrate. My breath, now pulling out in short, cut mode was an indicator of my crazy rising mode if those fingers don't pull inside of me.

He chuckled.

His hands slowly released me. A tight frown developed, my eyes darkened.

"Come on, I need to drop you for your classes, then I'll be off to the office."

My wolf growled with sorrow, I was drifting towards acting like a nursery school pupil dropped in school for the first time.

"You know I just arrived, can I skip today's class? It's gonna be introductory–"

My words cut short with the pull of his hand on my waist against his rock hard body. His eyes cascaded on me, this time with genuine concern but why do I still find him looking sexy, lusting and seductive?

Obviously, these feelings are coming from me.

His right hand brushed over my cheek slowly, gently, mixed with those gentle, soft eyes, it was bliss. He tucked a gland of hair behind my ear.

"Look sweetie, you're here to focus on your studies so you graduate with the best grades and make your dad and I proud. Okay?"

The rising lust of the moment collapsed right away. I had to look away.

He's not even smitten by all I'm doing. Perhaps he's still seeing me as the little girl of his best friend and wouldn't want to touch me.

"Go get your bag, or stuff. We're going there now." He said in a plain voice.

I wanted to leave, to turn and walk right away, not looking at him when I got a smack on my butt.

"Ahh–hhhh." My lips lashed into a loud, uncontrollable moan.

I turned, grabbing my ass.

"Stop being so naughty, especially as we're going out."

His face was a mix.

Serious yet with a mischievous grin.

My face burnt with red hotness, the kind of flush which overwhelmed me is what words can't describe. Blushes with shyness.

I wanted this but right now, I can't handle it. I wanna brace myself for later.

Goodness!

I had to pick a race, before his next blink of eye, I was gone.

I stood in my room upon shutting the door for a whole minute, burying my face in my palms and blushing deep with some level of shyness.

"I can't believe he did that!"

"I just can't believe he did that to me."

I pulled down my skirt and crop top to the floor, wanting to wear something more corporate when a knock came on my door. I was naked, very bare, no panties.

It must be him.

I sensed him, masculine and alluring.

I looked down on my clothes and they weren't something I could pull up over my body so quickly. They were complicated, especially the skirt.

My pussy clenched and I felt the budding pressure, as if I was going to pee.

A few seconds passed, and I clasped my teeth tighter.

"Come in!"

Immediately the door swirled open, I stood before him exposed as I was. His eyes met mine, then dropped quickly.

What the hell am I seeing?

I read through his eyes. But he wasn't angry, rather desirous. I watched his Adam's Apple gulp, then he walked towards me.

"What are you doing?" His hoarse voice echoed hard against my ear, pulling a string of emotions that rippled across my body.

"I thought," he gulped. "You were here to pick your bag and phone."

"I just wanted to assess the dress code you'll be putting on over there." By now, he was getting back to his serious mode.

"Is that really necessary?" I grabbed his hand before he could think of it, placing it on my left boobs.

My expression switched right away, I pouted, putting up a clingy, girlish look. I wanted to ask him to touch me but I felt the words were too heavy.

Silence is not so bad.

His hand rested on it for up to a minute, never breaking eye contact with me, gulps lingered. Then he pulled away.

"You have to dress up now, I've got a hectic day."

His serious face was back. I wished I could get him to touch me or fuck me with this serious face.

How spicy it's gonna be-to have the cold, strict Alpha fuck me.

"I was just gonna dress," I stuttered, rushing to where I kept my dresses.

"What about?" He pointed to the one on the floor.

I bashed my lashes, trying to understand him.

"Can I wear that?" I muttered, almost in a whisper.

My chest hammered, close to bursting open. It was the perfect time for adrenaline to do some magic.

If you don't want me, why ask me to wear something that sexy?

"But I didn't wear panties and a bra, I'm gonna pick them now?"

"You don't need that." He snapped.

"Why? Because we're late?" My curious, spicy wolf pushed me into asking. My jaw was slightly dropped.

Would Zavian ask me not to wear my undies because he's gonna be late?

"You don't need it!" He repeated again, that hoarse voice of his steady and deep.

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