Forbidden Mate

"I'll not be home for a few days," dad announced as he played with my hair. I purr every time his fingers touch my scalp. It was soothing the way he carefully traced my scalp with his thick fingers. The fact that the person I love the most in the world is spoiling me rotten makes it even better. "But dad, tomorrow is my birthday," I whined and turned to look at his handsome face. I could never get used to his blue eyes that resembles Sapphire. The way they light up when they capture me in them is mesmerizing. Not just his eyes, but he himself was mesmerizing. "I know princess, and I'm sorry, I wouldn't have left if it was not important", he explained, stroking my face. I stare at his face, which manages to give me little heart strokes every time I look at him. He is perfect, his face lacks any imperfections. He has the blackest and softest hair, which tempts me to run my hands through them. Thank God I get to touch them whenever I dry his hair. It is a sight to see him with wet hair. And don't let me start on his body. He is the epitome of Greek God. He is made of pure muscles which I wouldn't mind licking. I sighed dreamily as I knew I could only fantasize about him. God, I'm so f****d up. Which daughter lusts after her dad? It's forbidden for f**k's sake. Forbidden fruits are the sweetest. My wolf commented suggestively, licking her snout. I snort at her. Aren't you supposed to oppose me? I demanded, to which she rolled her eyes. Why would I oppose you when you're telling the truth? It's good that I haven't gotten my paws on his wolf. I swear in the name of the Goddess I'll devour him if I do meet him. She said, licking her canines. You're such a pervert. I scoffed at her. It confuses me that even she, who is crazy about saving herself for our mate, lusts after him and wouldn’t mind if he d***s us down. It's understandable for us humans to lust after another person, but our wolf doesn't like it. Our wolf only lusts after our mates and mates only. It's unheard of for a wolf to lust or have a crush on another person that is not their mate. I sighed again. What should I do? I can't seem to get him out of my thoughts. I have an unrequited crush on him ever since I turned a teenager. I thought that it would go away with years, but it only seems to grow with time. It's not a crush babe, it's love. I rolled my eyes at my wolf. Of course, she has to say something. I can't retort though, because she is telling the truth. I'm utterly and truly in love with my dad. I know that too, i***t, but if we call it crush, maybe it'll fade. I retorted. You've been trying it for years, darling. Right now, I really want to choke her. She is supposed to be on my side. She is supposed to feel disgusted, feeling like this about our dad. But she seems to support the idea of f*****g dad. I sighed. "What's with the sigh?" Dad asked me as he gazed at me. His eyes held curiosity. Goddess, how can anyone look so good while doing nothing? As if that wasn’t enough, my wolf thought it was a good time to mess with me. She showed me an illusion where I was lying on a bed, spread eagle while dad was kneeling in between my legs and lapping at my gushing p***y. He spanked my thighs and commanded, ”spread your legs for me, little girl, let daddy see that beautiful p***y. I own it, don’t I, little girl? Let me see what I own.” My body instantly reacted to the image. "Forbidden fruits are the sweetest," I replied absentmindedly. I'm trying to remove the illicit images of him and me from my head, but my wolf keeps showing me. This time, though, she showed me every possible position in which dad can take me, and various ways he can dominate me and use me as his c*m slut. Goddess f**k! I panted like a horny b***h (which I am.) He arched his brow at me. I furrowed my brows as I tried to remember our conversation. But it's kinda difficult with my wolf presenting me images of dad slamming his c**k inside me like an animal. I swear she's trying to give me a heart attack, showing such images of me with dad. Fuck, stop it. I cursed inside my head. I have to stop her before my arousal makes its presence known and my dad smells it. I'm afraid if he ever finds out that I have inappropriate thoughts about him, he'll abandon me. That'll be a big blow for me as I don't have anyone else besides him. Nope. My wolf replied, smirking. She loves torturing me like this, I can tell that much. "I'm waiting for your explanation," Dad said as he crossed his arms under his chest. His dominant voice got my attention. I tried to ignore how his muscles flexed and how it made me feel hot all over my body. My wolf wantonly drooled all over him and asked me to jump on his bone. Keep dreaming, pup. This man’s not ours. I reminded my wolf of our reality. "I was thinking about Henry Cavil. How can he be that hot? It should be illegal for someone to be that hot. It’s a relief he is a human. Had he been a wolf, I would have f****d the s**t out of h…," I stopped my mindless ramble when dad growled ferociously. Waves after wave of anger rolled out of him, making me a hot mess. "You were thinking about another male?" my eyes widened when he pulled me underneath him and demanded. His wolf showed through his eyes, letting me know that they both didn't like me thinking about another male. What does he even mean by another man? Does it mean that he likes me too? Hope flickered inside me like wildfire. But it vanished as quickly as it ignited. Surely he only sees me as a daughter, right? He doesn't even know I feel this way for him. "Tell me, little girl, are you seeing some pup behind my back?" he growled and spat out the word pup with so much venom, like he couldn't bear to see me with another guy. But it's just in a fatherly way, right? He isn't jealous, right? I mean wolves are possessive creatures and every dad is possessive of their daughters because they don't want them to get hurt or be played by some guy. The possibility of him being jealous is zero. "I was talking about an actor", I blurted out when he punched the sofa in anger. I can never bear to see him angry. I'll ignore the fact that he looks so damn hot when he's angry, the veins of his neck pop up, making me want to lick each one of them. "That had better be the case. I'll kill anyone who tries to touch you, you're only mine", my eyes widened when he leaned closer and growled. Did he just claim me as his? His woman? He seemed to realize what he had just said as his eyes widened too. He cursed and quickly got up from me. "Dad…," I started, but didn't get to finish as he left the house in a hurry like his ass was on fire. Woah, that was hot. My wolf commented. Don't get too excited, he means it in a fatherly way. I said, but I wasn't convinced. I mean he called me his? Which father claims his daughter as his? She scoffed at me. She is right. No father claims their daughter as their woman. It was clear that he didn't like the idea of me being with another guy. It means he sees us as his woman? Heat flooded my lower belly. How will it feel if he marks us, mate us? Bear his pup? I can easily see myself with a round belly, full of his pup, waiting near the door for him to come back home. I can see myself f*****g him every night and then sleeping in his arms afterwards. The sweet thoughts of us clouded my mind, warming my heart. I'm truly f****d up. There is no salvation for me now, not until I find my mate. But how will I find my mate when I haven't even met the pack members? When I'm not allowed to go outside this house? When I'm not allowed to make my existence known to the world? I just hope I find my mate soon, so I quit this stupidity of craving a future with my dad. ~•~