MATED TO FATHER, FAT Chapter 57: HEATED

Chapter 57: HEATED

AMARIS

Not going to Ryker’s room despite everything in me screaming to go was the hardest battle I have had to fight.

My wolf wanted to, she screamed and pounced on my chest, almost pleading for me to go to his room.

But between Alpha Corvin telling me that he would be planting his seed in me in three days and having to deal with Ryker simultaneously I had decided to sit this one out.

I had decided. That was before he knocked on the door and all the decisions seized to exist.

I stared at Ryker and knew with absolute certainty that I was fucked.

Well, I already knew that the second I smelled him outside my door and opened it anyway instead of pretending to be asleep like a smart person would have done. But standing here now with him looking at me like I was his next meal made the reality of my terrible decision-making skills hit a lot harder.

"Ryker, can you please leave?" I tried, already knowing it was useless.

He chuckled, his laughter almost taunting me like the question was absolutely ridiculous. "If you wanted me to leave, why did you open the door?"

I put reasonable distance between us and went to stand at the edge of my bed, my arms crossing over my chest because I suddenly remembered I had no bra on under this stupidly thin nightgown and my nipples were probably visible through the lace and Ryker was looking at me like he could see straight through fabric.

"I didn’t want anyone to see you standing in front of my door at midnight," I defended. It was stupid at this point to even deny it but there was no way I was going down without a fight.

He moved closer and every muscle in my body went tight. "Are you afraid of what my father would do to you?"

I swallowed hard. "After what I saw today, I think I am more terrified about what you would do to him."

Ryker laughed and it was genuine amusement instead of his usual mocking tone. "If I was able to kill my dad, trust me I would have. He is a very powerful Alpha."

"I don’t know if I should be impressed or scared," I admitted because the thought of Alpha Corvin possessing strength greater than what I had witnessed today seem surreal and genuinely frightening to even imagine.

He closed the distance between us in three steps and suddenly there was no space left, just him towering over me and radiating heat.

"You should be both," he murmured, his hand coming up to tilt my chin. "But tilt more toward fear."

His eyes bore into mine. "Why are you running from me like you don’t remember that you owe me?"

"Ryker, I don’t think we should," I started but the words came out weak. I knew I was already fighting a losing game.

He looked at me with a gaze that might have been disappointment. "Didn’t peg you for someone who goes back on her word."

I was about to counter when his hand moved from my chin to my neck, fingers wrapping around my throat not squeezing, just resting there with enough pressure that I felt my pulse hammer against his palm.

His hand slid lower to my chest and stopped where my breasts pushed against the lace, and with one casual and effortless movement he pushed the fabric aside and slid his hand inside to rest directly on my nipple.

His other hand grabbed my waist and yanked me against him.

"You say one thing," he whispered, his thumb brushing across my nipple making it harden instantly, "and your body says another Amaris."

I could barely breathe with him touching me like this, with heat flooding through my veins and pooling between my legs.

"Tell me you don’t want me," Ryker challenged, "and I will leave."

I opened my mouth to say the words, to tell him to go, to save whatever shred of dignity I had left.

But before I could speak he squeezed my breast hard enough that the sensation shot straight between my legs and a gasp that sounded way too much like a moan escaped instead.

He smiled. "Do you want it to be my father who first has you?"

The question sounded almost laughable if only he knew his father had no intention to have me, the idea of Alpha Corvin’s clinical insemination felt wrong in ways I could not articulate. But I was never going to tell Ryker that.

"You don’t care about keeping me," I accused, trying to hold onto anger instead of surrendering to want. "You just want to have me first."

Ryker looked at me and his hands moved to the straps of my nightgown, sliding them down my shoulders until they caught at my elbows. The fabric fell and my breasts spilled free, exposed to the cool air and his burning gaze.

He stared at them like it was the first time he was seeing them even though his hands had been all over me before.

"I care about keeping you enough to ruin you for every other man who will have you after me," he finally responded.

I frowned. "That’s not care." I shouldn’t be annoyed about his answer because he has never stated otherwise and it wasn’t like we could have more given the circumstances but I still felt the rage pulsating inside of me.

"It’s all I can give you," Ryker countered, "given our unique circumstances."

The admission hurt more than it should have and I turned to walk away, to put distance between us before I did something even more stupid than I had already done.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me back, my body slamming into his chest so hard the air left my lungs.

Before I could react properly his mouth was on mine, he didn’t require permission. He didn’t ask for one either, just taking what he wanted with a hunger that made my knees weak.

"You are mine," He murmured in my mouth before taking me fully in.

I knew this was the end of the beginning.