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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 6

Velvet's POV

"I can help you right?" He asked.

Another thunder bomb was released to my nerves.

I nodded without knowing. I watched him pick the skirt, his hands guiding my legs up, boobs brushing against the side of his face, his lips as he pulled it up.

My nipples got so hard.

I even thought he would sweep his lips over it, sucking it.

Goshhhh!

The level of self-control this Alpha has needs an Award.

Just then my eyes dropped low, to his trousers.

A boner.

I threw my gaze away, bashing up and down, fighting to suppress another glowing redness.

Then at the top, he raised my hand up, putting it over me.

I recreated his fingers, walking over me, crawling on my body.

My goodness.

He's done and he turned swiftly. Almost at the door. I grabbed his wrist. He stopped.

"Alpha, do you have a mate or a girlfriend?" I asked, even though my dad told me earlier he doesn't.

"Why do you ask?"

"Because I can be–" I cleared my throat.

No! No! Too soon.

I formed another thought.

"I'm worrying how you do when you're horny."

I turned around, grinning so hard. He smacked my ass, eyes stern and cold.

"That's your punishment each time you get naughty."

"Do you need to know? I really think that's not necessary."

I grabbed his wrist, refusing to let go. "No, please tell me."

I feigned grumbling sounds, determined to hold on till he gave me the answer I wanted.

"I do treat women, I've seen a lot of bodies, of pussies and asses, so literally I'm used to it. I rarely get a boner."

I froze, my legs shook. My eyes spilled so wide on my eyeballs, I was afraid they would fall off.

No wonder he's smitten right away despite all my seduction tricks,

They dropped low.

Isn't that a boner?

His eyes trailed mine, dropping in his bulge which was straining across his pants.

"You only have a boner for me?" These words left my mouth before I had time to think it through.

"Come on, let's go." He grabbed my hand, dragging me with him. I couldn't stop the giggles that were erupting.

Close to the entrance door, he smacked my ass.

My punishment. One I wanted to do much.

"Behave yourself outside there." He growled.

I nodded, pouting. "Yes daddy!"

"Naughty girl." The words rang out deep, vibrating inside my ear walls.

"Naughty always for you!" I whispered, flinching as soon as he lowered his face to look at me.

I didn't say that.

The driver was waiting for the black Toyota truck outside. I'd thought he was the one to drive. My expectations dropped. I won't be able to behave naughty inside of the car.

"My driver won't mind."

"Urghh?" I reacted to the sudden statement, answers to a worry I didn't say out loud. Is he reading my mind? Can his wolf read my mind?

Werewolves have to be mates with each other to be able to sense what the other person is thinking. Or they need to have some deep emotional connection, deep enough to involve their wolves.

Either way, I couldn't just confirm right away, some mate bonds don't reveal themselves right away but become so obvious over time.

This had just dropped a deep level of curiosity in me.

I'm not gonna rest until I get the answer.

He opened the back door of the car, covering my head while gently guiding me to climb up. The truck was high, he had to grab my waist, carrying me inside.

He climbed in after me. The driver started the car, I guess he already told him where we're heading to..

My driver won't mind.

These words re-echoed in my mind. I bit my lower lips, locking eyes with him. Firm and persistent.

I need you to take me right now in this car.

I tested my wolf again, if he would respond to my plea, even as I've not said it out.

"Can't you stay without bothering about that? Are you that hyperactive?"

I turned to the driver, self-cautious. He certainly heard that?

But his hand pulled my face off the driver with force.

"I'm talking to you!"

My heart thumped.

"Didn't I tell you he won't mind or you've forgotten? Why worry?"

I swallowed hard.

Daddy Zavian likes to contradict himself too much.

Now he's asking me to stay calm, right after he's telling me the driver won't mind.

I had no words to say, all the words I had were soaked up by emotions. The only thing I could do now was gulp in countless saliva.

"I want you–"

The only words I managed to say after minutes of staring at him, saliva nearly dripping from the corner of my lips.

His face looks so gorgeous. Eyes radiant brown, gripping me firm, curling sensations in my core, getting me wetter.

I never knew before now I could get wet just by his scorching eyes.

"Okayyy–"

He only said, nothing else.

"In what way?" He said aloud.

I knew what he was doing here.

I wanted to turn to the driver again but recalled what he said to me. I remained still, knowing for sure we were being heard.

Lowering my head, I turned around shyly to face the window. Hope is gone.

"He's my cousin and my confidante," he whispered, pulling my eyes back on him in a kind of shocking glance.

"Maybe you could just sit on your lap for a while."

A swarm of butterflies soared through my stomach. His face beamed with pleasure, his eyes with deep lust.

Alpha Zavian grabbed my waist without giving an opportunity to talk, turning me over to sit on his laps facing him, my pussy directly grazing against his bulge.

"You wanted this, didn't you?" He growled.

"Now I'm giving you what you were craving for so you rest."

I opened my mouth to say something but no words came forth, rather a moan erupted when he jerked me up, brushing his cock harder against my G-spot.

"Now this is much better." I moaned.

"Good!" He said, still staring deep till I turned shy.

My body and heart all together were getting on a melting spree.

With this kind of stare, a steady look from the man placing me on a hot seat, I could barely survive.

I jerked up, fanning myself with my hand, gasping for air.

"I guess you're choking." Zavian said, leaning across, sealing my lips in a kiss.

My first real kiss.

I mean deep kiss.....

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