Secret Daddy

by Liam Kingsley

  “But we were together before…” he said, obviously still trying to join the dots. “Why didn’t you want to claim me then?”

  “I probably did. If I hadn’t been drunk out of my mind I’m sure I would have stuck around.” I reached for his hand and held it tight as I looked straight into his eyes. “And I want to apologize. I shouldn’t have let you get away or raise our son on your own.”

  I felt Kyle resist with an almost imperceptible movement of his hand, as if he was about to pull it back from mine, but he let it rest there as he stared into my eyes.

  “I need to take it slow,” he said cautiously. “For my sake, and for Brock’s.”

  I nodded, but I felt my wolf nudging me to say more. “But he does need his alpha wolf father in his life.”

  Again, Kyle almost pulled back from my hand, but I held it firmly and he slowly relaxed under my touch.

  “You’re right. He does need an alpha to help him. So do I…”

  “Has he been lashing out?” I asked, remembering my own tantrum-filled adolescence of broken toys and shouting matches with Nicole. I imagined Kyle didn’t just sit by and watch it happen like my passive, withdrawn omega father had done with me, but it seemed obvious Brock was feeling the same frustration I’d felt from not having an alpha father at home.

  Kyle nodded and lowered his eyes. “He has some anger problems. But mostly he has anxiety. He plays video games to help release some energy, but then he’s so worked up he can’t sleep, and then he feels more anxious the next day.”

  “I think being with the pack will help,” I said, agreeing with Jaxon’s advice.

  “Maybe, but that’s what I’m talking about. We may both need help, but I’m not going to jump in with this pack thing or fated mate thing without taking my time to make sure it’s the right thing to do.”

  “This fated mate thing?” I asked with a grin.

  “Whatever it’s called. I don’t know if I’m interested in being claimed by you.”

  I think I would have believed him if I hadn’t seen Kyle lick his lips as he dragged his gaze over my body and let it linger on my crotch. I slowly pulled my hand away from his and rested it on the exact spot he was looking.

  To my delight, Kyle let out a soft whimper. I’m sure he didn’t mean to, but to hear it caused my cock to swell. I sucked in a greedy breath, inhaling his scent once more, and that’s when I noticed a slightly different fragrance—his slick.

  Kyle’s eyes widened as I leaned toward him.

  “I’m sorry, I’m… Oh god. I’m going into heat… I’m sorry…” He swallowed, then shook his head slightly even as he kept his full attention on the bulge in my pants. “I wasn’t due for another week.”

  “Another sign that I’m your fated mate,” I said as I leaned even closer to him. “I can trigger your heat.”

  “You can?”

  “Yes. It’s probably why you unexpectedly went into heat when I was with you ten years ago.”

  Kyle let out a desperate moan and started to writhe on his seat. I expected him to say it was best if I leave, but he simply continued to stare at my half hard dick like a man starving. When he wet his lips again I barely held back a groan. I imagined how his slick would make it so easy to glide into his ass, and then I imagined how hot it would be inside him, how he’d squeeze my cock as I plowed into him. As if guessing what was going through my mind, Kyle looked up at me, desire flaring in his hazel eyes.

  “I should… You should…” He shook his head again, but then groaned and shoved his hands between his thighs and ground them down on his cock. “Fuck.”

  “I could help with that,” I said with a knowing grin.

  “I haven’t felt this way since… Since the bar.”

  “How much do you remember about that night?” I asked, my voice gone rough as I watched Kyle almost jacking himself off in front of me, his eyes wild, his lips parted as he panted heavily. I leaned so close to him now I could feel his hot breath on my skin.

  “I remember you kissing me,” he whispered.

  “Like this?” I asked, right before I pressed my lips against his mouth. A shock ran through me, and I grunted as my wolf lunged in my chest. I immediately got up off the chair and pulled Kyle into my arms. Without being prompted, Kyle hooked his legs around my waist and his arms around my neck. I slid my tongue into his mouth and he instantly started to suck on it. My cock throbbed, wanting in on the action.

  I slid my hands under his ass and hoisted him up, easily carrying his light frame. I headed into the living room, and Kyle started tugging on the hem of my t-shirt, trying to get his hands underneath it. I dropped him on the sofa and he landed with a grunt, then immediately started to take off his jeans. I was just as fast with my own, stripping off my tangled t-shirt before helping Kyle until he was completely naked. Desire surged through me and my mouth filled with saliva as I knelt between his slim thighs and inhaled the most delicious scent. Sweet, fresh, and utterly addictive. How could I have forgotten this? I spread his ass cheeks, revealing his sopping wet hole.

  “Fuck me like last time,” he begged.

  “How did I fuck you last time?” I asked as started to pull on my cock.

  “Nice and hard,” he groaned, pulling on his own cock.

  I changed position so I could press my cock against Kyle’s. Kyle wrapped his hand around us both, barely able to close his fingers.

  “You’re so big,” he said just before he started to jerk us off at the same time. I groaned and leaned my head back as I melted under his touch. The feeling of his dick beneath mine was incredible, and the sensation of his firm fingers made my cock harder still.

  I growled with desire and grabbed his legs, pushing them back to spread him even more. He gasped, and then deftly squirmed his body so I lost my grip. He flipped over, pressing his ass in the air with his back arched, presenting himself.

  I immediately grabbed his hips to drag him closer to me, but just as quickly he pulled away and scampered over the back of the couch. He turned to face me, his gorgeous lean body on full view, his cock fully erect and pointing straight up. I let out a warning growl and watched as he quivered in response, but a sly grin spread across his face. Suddenly, he turned and dashed down a hallway.

  I loved to chase, so that’s exactly what I did.

  I bounded over the couch in one jump, and then I was right on his tail. He raced down the hall but I managed to snag his hips just as he was turning into a room. He yelped and laughed, then wrestled with me to try and get my hands off him. He had no chance. I moved him like he was a doll, twisting him around so he faced me, and then I planted a demanding kiss on his mouth. He relented for a moment before he pulled away again and gave me that same, naughty smirk.

  I growled deeper this time, and physically felt his body react under my hands. He trembled, a look of surprise crossing his face. Now it was my time to smirk.

  “Do you honestly think I’ll let you go now I have you in my arms again,” I said.

  He didn’t answer, just stared at me with wide hazel eyes that seemed full of both desire and mischief.

  I stepped forward and he stumbled backward. He would have fallen if I hadn’t held onto him. He put his hands on mine and strained to loosen my grip so he could get away, but I wasn’t relenting. My cock was throbbing. My senses were overwhelmed by the smell of his slick. I was running on pure instinct, and my instinct was telling me to fuck.

  His cheeks flushed, and I noticed his scent getting even stronger. He panted, his chest heaving, and it was easy to see he was playing a game. Though he had no idea of my proclivities toward the hunt, he seemed to have his own instincts on how to get the best out of me.

  I spun Kyle around so he was facing away from me. He tried to wriggle out of my grasp again, but I propelled him onto a futon mattress where he instantly attempted to scamper away on all fours. I was positive I heard him giggle before I yanked him back by the hips and positioned him so his upper body was flat against the bed and his ass was in
the air.

  “Oh fuck yes,” he moaned, and he tilted his hips so the tip of my cock skimmed across his slick hole.

  “You’re already so fucking wet for me,” I growled, thrusting forward. In one motion, the head of my dick popped into his ass, sending a thrill straight to my balls. “You want this?” I asked, thrusting more of my cock inside his hole.

  “Shit! Yes, I want it, I want your huge cock,” he whined.

  And I wanted to give it to him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and leaned over him so I could angle my cock in deeper. I fucked him with short thrusts until his ass relaxed and took more of my length. Kyle moaned but he was still tight, and I wasn’t sure if it was because he was deliberately squeezing me out or if he just naturally had a tight hole.

  “Take it,” I groaned through gritted teeth. “Take all of my cock.” I thrust harder into him. “How are you going to take my knot if you can’t take my cock?”

  “Oh fuck!” Kyle cried, as if he’d just remembered what was coming. “The knot!”

  I reached down and took his dick in my hand. It was a nice, perfect size, and I loved how hard he was as I wrapped my fingers around him. I jerked his length just twice and his ass immediately loosened.

  “Good,” I said in praise, and he whimpered in response. I let go of his cock and straightened up so I could watch him take me. I pulled almost all the way out and then slid in with a deliciously slow thrust, all the way from the tip to the hilt.

  “That’s it,” I moaned appreciatively as my balls hit against his.

  “Shit! That’s so fucking good! You’re so fucking good!”

  “That’s right, I am.” I smoothed a hand down his back and he wiggled his hips side to side. I loved how it felt to be balls-deep in his tight, wet hole and I shuddered with pleasure as I felt his ass clench around my length.

  I started moving again, nothing but the thought of filling him entering my mind as I became overwhelmed by the clenching, throbbing sensation of his ass trying to milk my cock. Instinct once again took over. I pulled out and slammed back inside him in one strong thrust, pushing a guttural groan out of his mouth. I did it again, and again, pulling his hips back to meet mine. Soon, I was fucking him hard and fast, grunting with every thrust. My eyes started to shut and I began imagine how it would feel spilling deep inside him, flooding him with my cum. It was only then that I remembered we’d been so swept up in Kyle’s heat that we hadn’t used condoms, and considering his heat was early, he probably wasn’t on any form of suppressant or pill.

  I knew in that instant I should pull out, but that was the exact moment my knot swelled, and then I had no choice. I couldn’t pull out until I came; I was locked tight in his perfect, wet ass.

  “Fuck!” Kyle shuddered and began to grasp at the sheets.

  I let out a barely human growl as I tried to shove more of my knot deep into Kyle’s sopping hole. My balls tightened, and I couldn’t hold back. I began saturating his insides with spurt after spurt of thick semen.

  “Oh my god, it’s so much.” Kyle whimpered deep in his throat, and then let out a loud, desperate cry. “I’m coming!”

  His clenching, twitching, pulsing ass felt like it was sucking me in. I couldn’t believe how fucking good it felt. My knees began to buckle and I could barely hold myself up. I collapsed onto him as waves of pleasure continued to rock me. Kyle moaned and pushed back with his ass, writhing beneath me until I had to grab him to hold him still.

  “It’s okay, Kyle, relax.”

  “Still coming,” he groaned. He shuddered, and I snaked a hand beneath him to feel his cock throb in my palm. His cum coated my fingers, and I grinned, squeezing his cock just a little until he groaned again.

  By the time he’d stopped coming, I’d managed to roll us to our sides. He lay panting in the circle of my arms, his back to my chest, still locked tight. My knot throbbed, and it was sensitive as hell. Every small movement Kyle made sent a shiver of pleasure through me.

  I don’t think I’d ever experienced anything like it. Not like that, not so powerful, intense, or with a sense of complete contentment.

  Eventually, I opened my eyes and glanced around.

  “Is this your bedroom?” It was kind of obvious with the band posters adorning the walls and an oversized stereo sitting in the corner.

  “Mm,” he mumbled.

  “What’s with the stack of sheets?” I asked as I spotted a huge pile of clean laundry beside the futon mattress.

  Kyle twisted his head slightly to look up at me, an amused grin on his lips. “I’ve had to keep changing them since I met you at the convention.”

  I laughed, but then immediately groaned as the movement caused my knot to jostle inside Kyle. He groaned too, and we tried to remain motionless for a while.

  “Did we do this last time?” he asked after a moment.

  “I don’t know.”

  “It would have been nice if we did. I probably fell asleep. I know you were gone when I woke up.”

  A deep regret twisted my heart at that. “Sorry. I didn’t know you were my mate. I honestly wouldn’t have abandoned you if I’d known.”

  “It’s okay, what’s done is done, but…”

  “But what?”

  “Now we’re not both drunk…” That sly smirk spread over Kyle’s face again, and he started to move his hips back and forth. I gasped as a rush of pleasure shot through me. My knot was still not letting him go, but Kyle had enough leverage to fuck himself on my cock.

  We spent the afternoon like that—fucking, coming, recovering, and then repeating until we finally collapsed and couldn’t come anymore. We ended up in a puddle of his slick and an outrageous amount of my cum, and thoroughly sticky, we hazily dragged ourselves to the bathroom.

  The hot shower helped me come back to earth. Kyle lathered me all over with a grapefruit scented shower gel that he said would wake me up. He was right. By the time he was done rinsing me off, I felt almost normal.

  I looked down at him as he as he handed me a fluffy white towel and felt an intense surge of love for him. I wanted to take him back to the homestead with me. In that moment, I wanted to claim him and take care of him for the rest of my life.

  “You are incredible,” I told him as I cupped the side of his jaw.

  He looked up at me with wide eyes and a huge smile. “So are you. That was most definitely the best sex I’ve ever had.”

  I wasn’t actually talking about sex, but I smiled anyway. He pressed his body against mine, but then bit his lip and looked down at my chest. He ran his finger through the wet hair there as a little frown crossed his face.

  “But I meant what I said before. I need to go slow… Which means you should go before Brock gets home.”

  My wolf instantly growled. I pulled back, put a finger under Kyle’s chin and tilted his face up so that he was looking right at me.

  “I’m your alpha,” I told him. I felt him eagerly surrender under my gaze and my wolf was appeased somewhat. “And I meant what I said. I’m going to be part of Brock’s life, but for the sake of argument today, I’ll do as you requested. As for you. I’m happy enough to take things slowly between us, but I won’t wait forever.”

  Kyle quickly nodded, and a grateful smile crossed his face. “I want you to be part of our lives. I promise. Come by tomorrow and we’ll talk more about it.”

  6

  Kyle

  I felt so high after sex with Gavin I wasn’t sure if I should drive. I figured a walk would do me the world of good, so I set out on foot to pick up Brock from school.

  Fated mates? The whole concept sounded absurd. But every experience I’d had with Gavin sure did sound a lot like what he was talking about. And that sex. I was going to be sore for days from the pounding he gave me.

  But fated mates or not… Things were moving at a crazy fast speed. If it was just me on my own I’d have fallen head-first into something serious with Gavin. But it wasn’t just me. I had Brock to think about. Gavin’s alpha energy was so in
tense I genuinely wanted to do whatever he said. It felt so good to have him take control when I was with him, and I could certainly see how he would be a help with Brock. But when I was away from Gavin, I started having second thoughts…

  I was getting so caught up in my head, I knew I had to talk to someone to stop myself from going crazy. I sent a text to Trevor, to catch up before work.

  Juicy gossip? - T

  Trust me. You’re going to love it.

  I’m in. Stop by the shop before your shift? - T

  Ok, I’ll be there at about six.

  I looked up from my phone as I heard the school bell ring.

  “Hey, Brocky!” I called when I spotted my son walking out of the doors. He raced across the yard with his head down and his backpack high on his shoulders. I thought I caught a group of boys laughing at him, but when I looked at them, they were just laughing at their phones.

  “Where’s the car?”

  “Nice to see you too.” I gestured to take his bag, and he slid it off his back and passed it to me. It was way heavier than I was expecting, and I realized how exhausted I was from my day's…activities as I hauled it onto my shoulder.

  “Why didn’t you drive?” Brock asked as we started walking home.

  “I thought a walk might be nice,” I replied cheerfully.

  “Wrong. I want to get home so I can talk to Gavin on live chat.”

  My chest tightened and anxiety bubbled in my gut. “Hm, I don’t know how I feel about you talking to strangers on that thing.”

  “Ugh, Dad. Gavin isn’t a stranger. And it’s just a normal part of the game, get over it. No one knows who I am.”

  I shook my head, feeling like a completely out of touch parent. And a worried one. “Gavin knows who you are. You told him your gaming handle at the convention.”

  Brock fell quiet for a moment, and then said in a quiet voice, “Gavin’s different.”

  “Different how?” I asked quietly as I wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

  Brock just shrugged and didn’t say another word until we got home. He grunted his way through dinner conversation with the girls, and even Britt noticed he was being especially quiet.